the littlest hobo goes to london

Jul 30

This way to Christ Road.

Back to the Heath

A while ago I went to Hampstead Heath. I figured in the 2 weeks of summer here (It actually did get hot and sunny, from what I can remember) I would go back. I wanted to check out the swimming ponds specifically. Though I didn’t get any pictures, I did brave a dunk. However, for a below average swimmer like myself, they aren’t the best place to go. They are deep ponds with no shores, and nazi “lifeguards” that yell at you any time you try to hang on to something so you won’t drown. However, the park is lovely, and I understand why it’s where Londoners have gone to “take the air” for centuries.

I imagine that the people living in the posh houses over the posh park over the posh pond have been there for a long, long time.

One of the many ponds in the Heath.

This guy came running up to say hello.

This grass was long enough I could probably hide in it.

When the sky turned like this, I figured it was time to go.

Jun 28

The Thames

It was a hot and sunny day. What I really wanted to do was escape to the seaside and watch pale lobster brits run around in the sun. However, in the interest in saving money, I decided to stay city bound, and made the trek across the river down to the section of the Thames River Path near Richmond park. The walk follows the river the whole width of the country, but the Richmond bit is one of the wilder parts that are still within the City f London. In the short time I’ve been here I have managed to develop a strong biased towards North London (And more specifically, north of the river East London) and crossing the natural divide makes me feel a bit out of place. It doesn’t help that the town of Richmond is very posh, very white and very much a world in it’s own. But ignoring the town, the River is beautiful, and on a day where the air was heavy with heat, dragonflies buzzed by lazily, and long boats floated down the river, one had the feeling of the Mississippi in Huck Finn’s days.

Where I ate my lunch.

Yep, I was really there.

The Ovaltine boat.