A quick visit to the City, this morning - financial planning meeting. I love this part of London, always have. It just feels…solid, impermeable. There’s a comfort in the geometric layout of it all, in the sense that it’s all built on older foundations. The ghosts of London past always seem to be calling out, to me.
And I’m now heading home, which means I’m actually blogging on a train, which feels very modern indeed. I’m on the 11.25 out of London Bridge, currently speeding past Forest Hill. My Dad would have loved it. He’d have been pointing out things from the window, and telling me how many other suburban branch lines connect to the line I’m on.
Time for me to head into Epsom, as well. need to get supplies for the weekend.
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