Leaving London

Dreamy room 101 for the evening alone until around midnight when in a rush another rustled about. Breakfast and chat with Beverley. If that was my room 101 how come I was put in this too?

8:10 on to the Thames Path. Ubiquitous a joggers. Full stomach passed blind alleys and straddled occupied habitations. Dodging puddles as number one and Citibank stand vertically watching my bypassing their guilts and the tide is shortened upon this once oozing Thames. Through arches and passing private estates which prevent a view within breathing breaking space of its majestic flowing. Without the Thames what is London but another toxic city? Commuters await in unclean bodies cleansed in or cycled London cisterns.

This time I walk on a right bank passing cannonades, flag poles, anchors and fully shortened paths. Grimly a jogger wipes sweaty brow on childish swings. Occupations take away my view as I arrive at Surrey Docks urban Farm. Echoes of a previous walk to Deptford at the hub of ancient dock cranes. Passing Odessa and more columns where angels fear to tread. 'Warning Anti Climb Paint'.

Remains of empire rust back to ore as the Thames is free for signet and swans, bikers and joggers who are so ugly and unready for the turning of the obvious tide. Still oblivious as a flock of dirty city pigeons bicker about purchasing rights.

Final flourish and hey-ho Deptford High Street. Coffee and water
break at The Waiting Room. Bloody Kev so smoothy instead. It was put here just for my random perambulations. Open two years. Heading left on Griffin Street I need to freshen my teeth before they start to unthank me. Greenwich then onward to Canterbury. Yes. A good morning stroll to make me eager for the pilgrims away from London with its blank eyed faces. Unlikely to find anywhere to stay along this so jump on a modern camel train.