You can find the map for today’s 8.75 mile walk here.
Oh my god I have lots of cool things to tell you about today! I had such a great day out and I found all kinds of hidden spots to share. I never know if I should reveal the best place first so you don’t miss it, or put it at the end so you have to see all the other stuff along the way. Let’s just say, I found a place today that is in my Top Five finds from all of the walks. I guess you’ll have to read on to see which place it might be…mwahahahaha.
Ok. You know this place. It isn’t hidden at all, but I loved it as much as ever and found a cool new part that’s only been there a few months!
We all know this market and why it is wonderful: the salt beef sandwich with mustard and pickle. If I am ever near London Bridge when Borough is open, I make a point of stopping by just to wander through. I love the atmosphere, the sounds, the smells, the visuals and, of course, the samples.
The one thing that can be a little tricky is finding a place to sit and eat though, particularly if it is raining. But in the last few months the market has added a new indoor-but-feels-like-it’s-outdoor seating area that is absolutely gorgeous. They also threw in a welcome desk with really friendly staff to answer all of your questions and give you maps so you can find your way to the salt beef sandwiches. Continue reading
You can find the map for today’s 6.46 mile walk here.
Well that was a busy couple of weeks. I can’t believe it’s already been ten days since I finished my last walk. In the days leading up to it, time slowed down the way it does whenever you are excited about something, and I felt aware of every minute ticking by. But the moment I took that last step, everything sped up again, and here I am, a week and a half later, just getting a minute to catch up on the last few posts.
Although finishing the walks was a feat in itself, it might be wrapping up this blog that proves the more studious task for me. I love writing about the experience and connecting with all of you over the great treasures of London, but with that last step I felt like everything was done and I could quickly feel my mind moving on to the next thing.
That next thing has a lot to do with walking too and is something I hope to share with you in the next few weeks, but for now I am going to put it aside while I wrap up this project fully and tie the blog up the way it deserves.
So, without further ado, I give you: Day 59 Continue reading
If I told you that today I walked through a neighbourhood called Fitzrovia, what would you picture?
For me, the name somehow triggers images of wealth, chandeliers and Gatsby-esque parties. In reality, the majority of this neighbourhood is less like a roaring-20’s mansion and more like a Toulouse Lautrec painting; grim and dark with hints of sadness. Alan Partridge might even call it moribund.
I’m not the only one to comment on the dereliction here. On their scale of “deprevation”, the Office for National Statistics gives the neighbourhood an overall rating of “above-averagely deprived” and ranks the living environment as follows: Continue reading
The area I covered on today’s walk was kind of a strange mix of things. There were posh bits and poor, green spaces and dirty alleys. One huge chunk of land was taken up by a hospitals, another by council estates. Pretty residential streets backed up to boring commercial alleys. And one of London’s most charming streets is surrounded by a few of its least. It was a strange mix of things, really.
The prettiest public space was Queen’s Square garden. The green is surrounded by buildings from two of London’s most famous hospitals: the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery (the brick one on the left) and the Great Ormond Street Hospital (directly behind it). The former was the first hospital in England to specialise in diseases of the nervous system. The latter made international news when it became beneficiary of a famous estate. Continue reading
Lovers of London, Unite!
I might go on these walks alone, but sometimes I feel as if I am part of a quintet. Nearly every day I am accompanied by at least one of my fellow London lover/walker/writers: Samuel Johnson, James Boswell, Samuel Pepys and Charles Dickens. While only two of us were contemporaries (and we’re all just a little tired of hearing about how much fun they had together), we still chase each other around the city, drinking in the same pubs, writing in neighbouring cafes, living next to each other and going for long walks through London’s “innumerable little lanes and courts”.
He may not appear present, but Sam Pepys isn’t really out of the picture. If you recall from Day 22, he was born just around the corner.
Today I passed the homes of three of these London chums (ok, technically Boswell never lived in this building, but he was nearby). That might sound significant, but considering they all moved frequently (Johnson had 17 known addresses and Dickens’ are innumerable), it was inevitable that they would all be neighbours at some point.