The London Writeup Part One


I got on the Caledonian Sleeper train at Edinburgh Waverley at 11.20pm or so, briefly letting D on board to scout around, as he’d never been in a sleeper before. My roommate was an older woman, who spoke courteously but who I probably offended by my late reading habits – I was engrossed in NW, and also queasy from the juddering motion of the train.




After a fitful sleep, I arrived in London at 6:43, but we were permitted to stay an extra hour getting ready. Very welcome, because by 7:30ish, the rain had stopped and London was gleaming under a slowly lighting sky




I shambled to the Eustons station toilets to brush my teeth and survey the damage (nothing moisturiser and spray-on dry shampoo wouldn’t fix) and changed into my day clothes, which as it turned out were too warm. Autumn hadn’t really caught up to London: the trees were still very leafy and green, and it got up to 16c in the sun.






I had the morning to myself, and while I bought a day ticket for the subway, it was so pleasant that I decided to walk from the station down to the London Review Bookshop (closed because it was only 9 o’clock, but lovely looking from the outside) and from there down to a cafe on the Strand I’d heard had a good line in gluten free breakfast things.  Leon was a cheerful place to eat a cup of poached egg and melted gruyere (I know! But it was delicious) and sip tea and read more of NW, pacing myself for more wandering.




I walked down to Embankment, by the Thames, heading towards the Tate gallery, moving slowly through the light, listening to the playlist D had made up for me to listen to (I think I might make a separate post linking  it, later).






The Thames and the London Eye beyond


While ambling along, I suddenly came across…well, I’m saving that for Part Two. If you’re a Londoner, you already know, and you’re laughing my grasp on the geography of London. If you’ve not memorised every bit of that big sprawling city of Empire, I’ll just post a clue here, as I’m exhausted now.



The big reveal and more later, from what I saw at the Tate to getting lost in Camden and the real meat of why I went to London in the first place.

But all that when the world stops swaying as if I’m still on that sleeper, thundering through the night.



Filed under 2012, art, Photograph

4 responses to “The London Writeup Part One

  1. These pictures are a delight. I’m charmed especially by the sleeper train but I’m afraid I would also find it queasy-making.

    I’m so looking forward to the next set of photos.


    • It was indeed a bit ramshackle and loud – but far better than my usual choice of long haul, the megabus. More stories come out of travelling by bus, but a greater degree of dehydration and higher chance of disease too.

  2. Suspense! I want to know where this ramble led you, still like Averil I’m delighted by the journey. Who doesn’t love a London walk.

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