Wednesday the Twentieth of July, Two Thousand and Eleven
This was a day of domestic activities and rest. After having breakfast and washing the dishes, I set forth to make my whitey whites whiter. So, I just soaked them for ages and sat on the computer for the rest of the day. Fairly sure I wandered to Tesco's for a bit and bought some toiletries too. Never have I spent so much time just looking at body wash and toothpaste. What can I say? I'm picky and have time to kill. Ended up with a toothpaste with hydrogen peroxide in it, just for kicks, and a shaving brush, which seems kind of crappy quality, but, hey, it was three and a half quid.
Thursday the Twenty-first of July, Two Thousand and Eleven
I decided that I'd try and see just how small London is in terms of ground distance. So after finding my bearings and making note of a few key locations, I went on my way walking from my house near Canada Waters Station in south-east London, through Southwark Park and to Tower Bridge. IT was in Southwark Park that I spotted my first squirrel. A cute lil critter, far less freaky than the Australian possum, and less vindictive too apparently.
The whole journey took about thirty minutes, walking at my usual pace and took me though Bermondsey, which is apparently slightly dodgy due to the larger percentage of government flats. At times I wondered if a certain shady character would mug me, but my worries were baseless and I remained with all my trinkets. I initially aimed to reach a market in Bermondsey, but after taking a wrong turn I ended up much closer to Tower Bridge than I anticipated. As it turned out, that market only opened on Fridays, so I didn't miss out on anything. Luckily, I figured that the distance to the Bermondsey Markets wasn't much less than heading directly to the Borough Markets, which was much larger and opened daily, so decided to head there instead. It also meant I'd be much closer to the Tate Modern.
I walked along the Tower Bridge Walk on South Bank, passing an interesting mix of old and new buildings. Standing next to buildings perhaps hundreds of years old were behemoths of glass and steel. Eventually I wandered to and through the Borough Market, inhaling all the delicious food around me. Eventually I could no longer control the urges my stomach produced and decided on a sausage and baguette. The food was amazing. I had myself a venison and wild bore baguette, and by paying with exact change, scored myself a free lollipop. I chose grape. The baguette was fresh and the meat strong as is the norm with game. It was a brilliant meal to counter the effects of walking so "far". The rains opened up and I search for cover to feed my wild beast of a stomach some wild beast.
Consuming my meal while on the wandering, I ended up outside the Tate Modern, a gallery of art, and there I stayed. I wandered from room to room, falling into the surreal would that surrounded me. Few words can adequately describe the art around me. I shall leave that to some photos I took. (When I get around to uploading them.) I lost track of time and soon I had been in a surreal world for four hours, having explored the majority of the Tate Modern. The rain outside decided to have a break, allowing me to stride back to the tube station to head home, remaining fairly dry.
Upon arriving home, I was greeted with some fresh mail which included within access to my shiny new bank account. If you'd like to transfer me money, now you can! Haha
Alas, even now I have not seen you, Betelgeuse.
Edwin
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