I decided that I really needed to haul my fat backside off my comfortable office chair today, having not cycled in this morning. And so I did, ostensibly to make a research trip to Age Concern on Leather Lane, but just as much for Daddy Donkey to get my taco fix. And what do you know, a lovely day it is out there.
I walked up through the heart of legal London, past the burnt out shell of Breams Buildings, past the Seven Stars (new rule, no riots), past the distinct lack of protests at the edges of the city and into Leather Lane. It’s like a little piece of Romford has been picked up wholesale and dropped into the most prosperous part of the city. Nestled between the myriad jewellers of Hatton Garden and the vast red-brick Victoriana of the Pru building, Leather Lane is a tatty, dirty street market with knock off clothes, cafs and a charity shop. I love it.
It’s lovely walking around London in the sun, and there’s always snickets with interesting names: Chichester Rents; Took’s Court; Furnival Street. I love London sometimes, it’s so redolent of history, of life.