Central London
Grey stone
buildings. Narrow cobblestone streets. Exterior of buildings. Bleak boring
dull. Disguises the interiors.
Few signs,
little lighting, no advertising,
Street of
grey bare trees; no flowers in flower boxes. Trees sleep without their leaves below
a grey overcast sky.
People in
thick jackets; grey, brown, dark blue or black hats. No tropical colours.
South African
shop. Black cat peanut butter; ouma
rusks; aromat; biltong; pronutra; scattering of curios and postcards. Refuge
for the homesick.
Enter a
pub. I order a coffee. The smell of smoke causes others to leave. I follow the
others before my coffee arrives.
Cagney
Restaurant. Depressingly dour. Service is so slow I never saw it so cannot
comment on it.
Catamaran Cruises
We travel
on the Thames. The boat is not a catamaran.
Thames is
wide, brown flowing rapidly under all the famous bridges.
Crew: I am
just a crew of this boat. Not a trained guide. Put your headphones on and
listen.
If you
enjoyed the commentary, please make donation in the box as you exit. It would
be greatly appreciated.
London
stretches everywhere. Bisected by the Thames. Large tides. Low tide now. Can
see the retaining wall.
National Maritime Museum
Royal
Observatory: The search for longitude. Grandfather clocks. Pendulum clocks.
Fascinating. Tick tick tick. chronometers
Jimmy grabs
a moment to smoke and tells me: Jenny fussing and panicking and thinks I’m
still smoking. What’s the big deal. I’ve gone from 60/day to 3/day.
The clocks
work beautifully. Aesthetic. Art meets science.
Lunch in Greenwich
Disgusting,
terrible traditional fish and chips.
Me: Is this
traditional fish and chips?
Jimmy: I
was just going to say something about that.
Me: So,
this is a mistake?
Jimmy: Not
the way it’s meant to be.
Rhonan
rings every half an hour to get the latest cricket score. South Africa and Sri
Lanka. SA is winning by more than needed.
Return
trip. Gets dark at 4:30 pm. Buildings come alive. Some are floodlit. Some
internally lit.
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