psmv5: Beached cheese

This being notice of a visit to London Bridge for Lincolnshire Poacher resupply.

A bright warm day, so the decision was stick rather than trolley, picnic rather than purchase and no Bullingdon. I thought about this last, but decided it might be better to wait a few more days before restarting.

The water men had opened up a very wet hole by the side of the leaking hill on Meadway. But the water might just be a meter problem, rather than the leaking hill. It must have been a slow walk, as I had just 5 minutes to spare on arrival at the station.

Lots of oysters in Borough Market, but no smokies and no Finnan haddock. Which is a pity as buying this last frozen online is not quite the same as the real thing, even if when cooked it tastes much the same.

At Neals Yard Dairy, the piece of cheese the counter hand first lighted upon revealed a big bruise when she cut it in half. She offered a bit off the price, but, oddly, she did not offer simply to cut the bruise out and weigh again - which I would have settled for. Instead, I opted for a piece which cut clean. Her story was that these unsightly bruises developed when the casing was cracked, often because of careless handling.

Opted to stroll back to Waterloo along the river. Lots of big new buildings, some public space. Passed on Sea Containers Hotel with the fancy bar noticed at the end of reference 2. The force was not with me!

Took the first half of my picnic on the beach. Litter pickers, mud larks, young tourists. The mother with small child. All very pleasant.

Arty shot of crane against winter sky.

I dipped the stick but not the toes.

Another building on the way down. Was it as old as fifty?

Gabriel's Wharf was still up and running, as was the pizza joint at the river end. Noticed at reference 3, which was a long time ago, so perhaps it is time to give it another try. Website now working at reference 4.

Out at Waterloo, to find a couple of young acrobats on the concrete walls by the Bullingdon stand. Sadly they were not moved by my presence to perform, so I moved on. Some of them can pull off some impressive stunts.

While at the crossing, there was a handsome, pale blue E-type Jaguar, in what looked to be very good condition for what have been a very old car. Complete with a properly Sloaney looking driver with a flat tweed hat. I noted the number at 11ER, which turns out to be something quite different. And while most of the 4 character plates starting with '11E' or '11B' appeared to exist, and most of those were on sporty and/or expensive cars, no E-type. Frustrating.

As was nil aeroplanes on the train home and nil trolleys when I got there.