The route is now stuck in my head. With odd cues like the Queen’s Head and Artichoke (a fine name for a pub), feet from Euston to St Pancras (there is a walking route, signposted with green feet posters), and a road that smells like heaven (Drummond Street I think, lots of food) I am coping without getting lost.
As long as I don’t go too much further into the park I can stay focused on the train I need to catch (to get home to feed Baldrick). If I go too close to the lake I get caught up with the birds and mesmerised.
Photos today are: fountain thing in Paddington Basin. I found a cormorant fishing this afternoon in the actual basin; poor thing was trying to be covert, so I didn’t want embarrass it by papping it.
A picture on the wall above a bin which was too arresting to run past (one lady is well-known, the Afghan girl from National Geographic, I think one is Malala Yousafzai, but I have to confess ignorance from there on). And a good sunrise at home, heading for the station this morning.
I have to go now, there is some form of catastrophic cat sulk occurring and I am not Paying Attention.