Spent Wednesday morning being photographed by Peter in typical London scenery for a feature Petter is writing about me and the-walk. It will hopefully appear in Aftonbladet this coming Sunday.
The rest of the day I got to play tourist and ambled around central London, just trying to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy myself.
Thursday morning it was time to start walking again. Evy had arranged for me to be able to stay with one of her friends, Katherine, in Peckham. It wasn’t a very long walk and I had a lot of time as Katherine wouldn’t be home until 10 pm, but it was through central London and it had started raining.
Spent most of the day ducking in and out of pubs, avoiding the rain, then explored the docklands a bit before finally meeting Katharine and some friends at a local pub.
Friday morning started well, with proper coffee and what looked like clear blue skies.
Set of south, walking through some of the nicer suburbs and had made it to Bletchingley by the evening, where I got a room and settled in as the weather started deteriorating.
Saturday was a wet slog through the countryside and by the time I reached Crawley, it was pissing down!
Not much fun to walk in and I got a hotel room to dry up in. It even had a bathtub! Spent the evening soaking in the tub, reading and relaxing. 🙂
Sunday started out grey with some drizzle, but slowly cleared up and became quite nice. Walked the remaining 38 km to Brighton where Evy again had organized for me to stay with one of her friends, Holly.
The only downer was yet another puncture! I had been hoping that that part of the-walk was all over, but no such luck.
Holly kindly gave me and the Mule the run of her flat and even served up a nice dinner.
Monday was a day I had been looking forward to, in fact one of the reasons I had wanted to walk via England was to visit Brighton. One of my favorite photo books is The Last Resort, by Martin Parr and I wanted to experience Brighton with the images from that book in the back of my mind.
Brighton has no doubt changed a lot since the photos in The Last Resort were taken, but the feeling was still there.
I don’t take the same type of shots as in the book, but I could see the possibilities all around me.
Ate fish and chips at Bankers, supposedly one of the best places in England and even ordered mushy peas (wish I hadn’t).
It was a very nice fish and chips, but it’s still just fish and chips and I can’t really get all that excited by it.
As I was checking and uploading some photos to Facebook, I noticed that an old friend, Håkan, was in Brighton with his wife! We only just recently got in contact again, after 30 years. The last time we saw each other was in Sydney, 1982 or 83. I quickly sent a message and we managed to arrange to have dinner together that night. Talk about coincidences!
Had a great dinner together and reminisced about some adventures in one of my old, crappy cars and partying in Kings Cross. Thankfully, we are probably the only ones who still remember…
Today, Tuesday, I am off back to London to visit my friend Andy and his family. He is a great guy, even though he did once break my leg, and I am looking forward to spending some time with them.