Slightly Askew

I was asked by our PR team at work to document my journey to work, on the off chance that it would be interesting thanks to the recent snowfall. I usually navigate the A12 to Southwold, but on this particular day, I had a meeting scheduled in Fulham.

Sure enough, it wasn’t a fascinating journey. But I did bother to take some photos. So in order to make the exercise in some way worthwhile, here’s a blog post.

The photograph below is the back garden at my Ipswich home. (I don’t have any more homes, but I’d like to assume that someone who doesn’t know me might read this.) At this point, I thought it’d be a pleasant stroll to the railway station.

Of course, as soon as I had shut the front door, a few flakes began to fall.

And those few flakes of snow soon became a full-on blizzard. Bastard weather. So intense was this snowfall, that I nearly turned around and went back home. But I didn’t. There’s something about the thrill of starting a journey. Common sense goes out the window. I was almost enjoying the ridiculousness of it all. Onwards.

The snowfall had all but stopped by the time I reached Ipswich docks.

Part of the docks had frozen. I wasn’t the only one staring at this mini iceberg, which reaffirmed my faith in it being interesting. Or I was in the company of fellow idiots.

This car park is usually full. Just saying.

I reached the station in one cold piece. A man across the street was singing a song about snow. I didn’t recognise it, but it made me smile anyway.

I arrived as the train pulled in. Which was nice.

And there were loads of seats on the train. Which was also nice.

There was snow across every bit of countryside.

We got to Chelmsford in good time.

And finally to London. The skyline wouldn’t be the same without the Swiss Re gherkin. It’s a fab building.

And so to Liverpool Street Underground Station. I’d take the Circle Line and change at South Kensington. As a side note, why doesn’t the Circle Line refer to the trains as Clockwise and Anticlockwise at Liverpool Street? Up or Down, at least. When it’s right on the eastern tip, Eastbound and Westbound is useless.

This is South Kensington. I like this photograph. It has some nice lines.

And I like these Tardis-looking things.

I got to Fulham Broadway in good time, and with a long meeting ahead, I thought I’d refuel. I’ve just finished reading the rather wonderful Eggs Bacon Chips & Beans by Russell Davies. It’s about great little independent cafes. So I decided to shun the franchises and find a little gem.

And I did. Although I didn’t take a photograph of the outside, so I’m not sure what is was called. But it was good. Here’s my nice cup of tea.

And here’s my EBC&B.

Tasty.

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