Pictures on the run

While I was getting lost on my Sunday morning run I took some snaps. These are they:

Dawn over the Thames

Dawn over the Thames

I’m nearly at St Paul’s when I stopped to take this. The skyline is littered with cranes. Nice to know there’s money somewhere.

St Brides Church

St Brides Church

Bit further on here – this is St Brides Church. Inspiration for the wedding cake, don’t you know. It’s a beautiful church and well worth a visit if you’re interested in the history of London.

Back along the Thames

Back along the Thames

Right, so no pictures of my excursion off piste up Farrington Road and through Hatton Garden and Clarkenwell Road when I got lost. It’s not so pretty up there though, you’re not missing much.

Fighter pilot statue

WWII fighter pilot statue

I love this statue. It’s a fighter pilot bronze, he might be WWI actually, I don’t know for sure, but his arms are open and his angel wings are made of pieces of broken aeroplane and he is very lovely.

Big Ben

Almost back at the hotel - Big Ben

I’m very glad to see this fellow by now; Big Ben. Running on paving stone is tough. Very tough.

Craven Cottage

Craven Cottage

And this is why I was in London in the first place, Everton v Fulham. Everton won 3-1 and away wins don’t come easy for Everton so a glorious day all round. Well, not for Fulham, obviously. Or Man Utd, for that matter.

Best laid plans of mice and runners

I am pretty much recovered from this morning’s run around London now.

I am as clean as a whistle, I’ve eaten an enormous full English breakfast and I’ve guzzled lashings of coffee.

But there were moments out there this morning when I thought I’d be running round London for ever. I got a bit lost. Well a lot lost.

The plan was to run from the hotel to Westminster, down the river up to St Paul’s, up Fleet Street, down Holburn to Nelson’s Column and then back down the Mall, Millbank and back to the hotel.

I got to St Brides Church fine and then it all went a bit pear-shaped. Instead of turning up Fleet Street, for some reason I headed up Farringdon Road. I milled about Hatton Gardens for a bit, trotted up and down the Clarkenwell Road, realised when I saw a sign for Finsbury Park that I should retrace my steps and so jogged back the way I came, covering some six miles in an hour and 10 minutes.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I passed at least a dozen homeless people either sleeping in doorways or rooting through binbags. The levels of poverty against the wealth of these areas is striking.

It’s hard to breathe in London, I don’t know what’s wrong with the air but something’s not right and running on pavement isn’t easy either but it’s a great way to sight-see and I’ll load up some pictures I took along the way tomorrow.

We’re off to cheer on Everton now – let’s hear it for the Toffees!