It feels like forever since I was the sort of person who’d walk north to south across London in a single column of the A-Z, or from Barnsbury to Limehouse at 6am in December.
However, I seem to be getting my feet back, slowly. Yesterday I did nearly three miles to Crooked Billet, and another one after a cheeky bus down the Chingford Road, which produced some (posted) photos of the North Circular, and some (yet to post) of London shop fronts. Unsurprisingly, it was quite sedate and suburban, with patches of industrial/retail wasteland, but there were surprises, like George Monoux college, and what might be an old bus works (have to do some research on that one, I feel).
Today I decided to forgo the usual straight line of getting the tube home from Vauxhall and instead wander for a couple of miles to Green Park, via St James’s and Great College Street. Why there aren’t more tourists crowded into the atmospheric alleyways south of Parliament Square I don’t know, because it’s wonderfully… London, even if it also exudes the unwelcoming air of the old upper classes. I’ve posted a couple of sub-tourist shots of the river, but perhaps when the sun is up for another hour or two I’ll take proper photos of the area while it can still be made out.
The eagle-eyed may notice that I’m using the Fuji F30 rather than the 450D. That’s mainly because it’s a lot easier to carry, although I’m also a bit less worried about being told off for photography using it; I look much more like just another tourist, I suspect. (Even on a flyover in Walthamstow.) It’s certainly been a tough year or two for me and photography, and I’m not really sure I’m properly comfortable again yet, but I do hope to get the big camera going again soon.