Yesterday, I took you on a pleasant journey with me. Today, we’re continuing with this 30 minutes’ walk. On my way to work, I would first walk through the wood, cut through a tranquil residential area for the elderly, walk past the vicarage, parish church and a pub along the river.
After that, I’ll reach a busy roundabout, surrounded by local shops such as a butcher, convenience store, Chinese and Indian takeaway, Fish and Chips shop and a barber shop.
This roundabout is made famous for one particular crime in September 2007. The Metropolitan police shot dead two robbers just outside the Central Precinct, as they robbed the security van of the HSBC bank. According to the BBC reports later, the two men were lawfully killed.
I heard that the police were hiding in the public toilet (picture below, bottom left) before the raid. Every morning, I walk past this famous crime scene, enter another footpath along the river. I have to keep to the left, as many teenagers of different cycling abilities are cycling on this path to school. Sometimes these teenagers do startle me.
The footpath opens up to a bright open park in a residential area. In this open park, I would meet some friendly dogs, who are quite beautifully trimmed. Sometimes the dogs would play ball games in the park with their master. For example, the dog owner would throw a ball far away for his dog to catch. Once, I was nearly hit by the ball meant for the dog.
At the end of the park, I would cut through the backyard of some houses with their garages — these garages are not necessarily for cars, and many people use them for storage instead.
These garage doors are plain and they look a bit tired. Banksy should come along by stealth one night to add a touch of dark humour and subversion here.
Thank you for being with me along this journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed this convoluted journey.
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