Walk to Work

The River Path and the walk into town are a regular part of my life. It’s 2 miles – forty minutes – to walk into town. You’re supposed to be able to cycle this path too, but I’ve found that’s no faster and you lose the right to daydream. So walking it is.

The path by the Allotments – today with a very-lost London Black Cab.

Rain has fallen on blackberry flowers.

Plants grow in our Flood Prevention walls…

Flowerbed next to the Blue Bridge, looked after by Friends of New Walk. The little mechanical bridge features in ‘The Price of Time’ and ‘The Evening Lands’.

Nature fighting back.

An illuminated ginnel.

A stall in the Market selling – I kid you not – Viking drinking horns.

And finally The Portal – LGBT Speculative Fiction bookshop (Every town should have one!)

A walk in the fog

An eerie stillness on the A19. No, that bus-stop definitely isn’t haunted – what were you thinking?

Illuminated leaves, and light-paths across the silent road.

There should be a film noir figure in a dark coat and hat lighting his 3rd cigarette under that lamp.

The Millennium Bridge looking like a Portal to Another World.

Isn’t it strange how the fog, by taking away parts of the view, gives you more to think about?