Exmouth to Otterton 17.5km
Ascension 230m  Accumulated ascension 1,614m

At breakfast our host Ian played some background music and I’m sure he tailors the playlist for his guests. We had an early breakfast this morning and were on our own in the dining room. We had a sound track including Led Zeppelin, Procul Harem, The Moody Blues, White Horse and Ray Charles singing Hit the Road Jack. I hope Ian wasn’t trying to give us a message. In the rooms he had the largest selection of herbal teas I think I have seen. At breakfast there were fifteen different spreads for your toast.

Exmouth has a sandy beach 2 miles long, the longest in Devon and we had to walk the length of it on the promenade as we left town. There was then a climb up to Orcombe Point. Here there is a strange Geoneedle obelisk that marks the beginning of the Jurassic Coast World Heritage Site that stretches for 155kms and we will walk every inch of it. This coast was designated England’s first UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2001 due to its incredible and very visible geology. As we walk from west to east the rocks we walk on get younger, starting with the red rocks of the Triassic Period (250 million years old), then the Jurassic Period (from 200 million years old) and finally the Cretaceous Period (145 to 65 million years old). It is a bit more complicated than that but for we non-geologists  this is good enough.

From the obelisk we climbed quite steeply along the edge of a corn field (the corn harvested some time ago I would say) and for ages went past the largest holiday park we have ever seen. It was a small city in its own right. It had a large cafe where you could only buy something if you had downloaded their app. They even had their own very nice little beach. As we passed Straight Point there was the sporadic pop, popping of gun fire as we passed the military rifle range. Some more climbing and two hours after starting out we had reached West Down Beacon and it was down hill all the way to Budleigh Salterton and the end of climbing for the day.

Budleigh Salterton is a small seaside town at the mouth of the Otter River. It was originally called Ottermouth but the name was changed to Salterton to reflect the town’s primary industry of salt panning. It has a very pebbly beach –  no sand. The pebbles are known as Lower Triassic Pebbles, 400 million years old. For thousands of years they have been spilling out of the cliffs as sea and time take their toll. The pebbles are oval shaped and extremely hard being made of hard quartz.

The Otter river has no bridge or ferry at its mouth as it is a protected nature estuary reserve. You have to walk one and a half kilometres inland to the nearest road bridge and walk back down the other side of the river to the coast  Absolute Escapes had not been able to get us suitable accommodation on the coast so we had to walk a further three and a half kilometres inland from this road bridge to the delightful little Devon village of Otterton.

We got a bit confused about otters and beavers today.  At the museum in Budleigh Salterton there is a log, apparently gnawed by a beaver, that washed up on the banks of the Otter River. This was a mystery as there were no beavers in the river at the time. The most plausible explanation is that on a nearby private estate, on a tributary of the Otter, they did have beavers and the log must have washed down from there. So what’s with beavers and otters. Although they look similar and share similar habitats they are quite separate animals. It turns out the Otter River has nothing to do with otters the mammals. Otter is an ancient English word for water. On the walk along the river we saw two signs saying that beavers are living and breeding in this section of the Otter River. I think we are off our heads on otters and beavers.

Otterton has an old mill, still operating, that is also now a museum, cafe and restaurants, art gallery, gift shop and farm shop. We spent a good hour there looking around and bought some apples, local Devon cheese and spelt wholegrain flour bread for our lunch tomorrow.

We had a good walk today. We were rested and our heads were in the right space. All the hill climbing was done early in the day and when it got up to 26° we were  mostly in shade alongside the delightful river. Tonight we are in the charming Kings Arms Hotel and had good old traditional steak pie, mash and gravy for dinner.

Two new firsts today. For the  first time we went to church and the first time we went for a swim We have two nights in Exmouth and so today was a “rest day”.

I was keen to go inland to Exeter to see their magnificent cathedral and Barbara was keen to go to the beach for a swim. So we did both. A suburban train runs from Exmouth to Exeter, £6.10 return each for a trip of about 30 minutes. All the tourists sit on the left hand side of the carriage to see the view going up the Exe River. All the locals sit on the right as they have seen it many times before. Exeter is a medium sized city of 130,000 dating from at least Roman Times. It became a religious centre in the middle ages. Like most of the cities in southern England it was heavily bombed in WWII and much of the city has been rebuilt since then.

The cathedral was started in 1112 and the present building was complete by about 1400 over two hundred and fifty years later. The cathedral started with the building of the two towers, the choir, transept and part of the walls of the nave. The cathedral was completed in the Decorated Gothic style. It was originally a Roman Catholic cathedral but after the Dissolution of the Monasteries it became Church of England.  Because there is no centre tower, Exeter Cathedral has the longest uninterrupted medieval vaulted ceiling in the world at about 96m. I love visiting these magnificent spaces. Over 50 years ago when studying architectural history at the School of Architecture these places could only be imagined from text and pictures in books. We could only access part of the nave today as there is major restoration being undertaken. We read it takes £6,000 a day to run the cathedral (includes long term maintenance) and it cost us £6 each as seniors to enter, so 1000 seniors per day! They get no funds from the government and no funds from the Anglican Church.

Barbara is not really into large cathedrals. She finds them a symbol of an elite class oppressing the masses (her words not mine). She does like the small village churches and chapels because they are more intimate and on a human scale so you can relate to them more. She did like the Exeter Rondals we saw today.  These are embroidered tapestry cushions located on the edges of the nave and there are dozens of them tracing the history of Exeter and its Cathedral from its beginnings. Its proper name is the Cathedral Church of Saint Peter in Exeter.

They must have had a different sense of time in medieval times. Can you imagine your great grandfather starting work on a project, then your grandfather, father, you, your son, grand son and great grandson continuing the work and it is still not finished! In Wellington we bitch and moan about Transmission Gully Motorway taking a year longer than planned.

We only came to Exeter to see the cathedral but there is a lot else to see and do there. It was another hot day and we were supposed to be “resting” so got the train back to Exmouth. In the afternoon we went down to the beach. Although the beach is several kilometres long it is only safe to swim in one area (where the life guards are) due to rips. Ian our host at the guest house told us where to go. He swims every day in summer and said the water temp was 15 degrees. It sure did feel colder than the water in Paraparaumu but it was super refreshing though.

Tomorrow it is back on the path, theoretically refreshed.

Teignmouth to Exmouth  13km
Ascending 148m  Accumulated ascending 1384m

We are back in the groove. As in our previous long distance walks it takes until the third day to really relax and get into the groove of knowing all you have to do each day is walk from A to B. Keep the sea on your right and follow your nose. The days become very simple: eat, walk, sleep, repeat. Actually eat, walk, shower, sleep, repeat!

Today was an easy day compared to yesterday.  A couple of steepish climbs between Teignmouth and Dawlish but the rest was absolutely dead flat. It was all on hard paving so a bit tough on the feet. Basically we were moving between two fairly large seaside towns flanked by a coastline of high red cliffs at one end and a marshy sand bar at the other. Often we were walking alongside possibly the most scenic part of Brunel’s Great Western Railway from London to Penzance. The railway embankment forms the sea wall on which we walked for much of the way, Isambard Kingdom Brunel was the greatest of the 18th century Victorian English civil and mechanical engineers. He built bridges, steamships, tunnels, viaducts and railways.

At high tide and with an onshore wind the embankment we walked on can be very wet  with waves crashing into the seawall and up and over the promenade on which we walked. There are signs warning of this and there is an alternative inland route through suburbia. High tide this morning was 10.30am, not good timing, but we decided to give it a go anyway. At one end of the promenade the path descends steps to pass under the railway and then up Smugglers Lane. For an hour either side of high tide these steps become impassable.

We made good progress along the embankment. High speed trains whooshing past us at regular intervals on our left and dodging the spray coming from the wave on our right. We were a bit smug until we got hit by the spray of a monster wave that drenched us right through from head to foot. All we could do was laugh although I was a bit worried because my camera was soaked in salt water. It was another hot sunny day so eventually we did dry out.  At smugglers Lane the tide had turned just enough for us to time our  run through the passage under the railway.

From Smugglers Lane there was one of only two climbs today and while walking along a lane we met an elderly lady collecting blackberries. We stopped to have a chat and she was very friendly, telling us she was out this morning collecting berries for a blackberry and stewed apple crumble. She directed us to a seat at the top of the climb where there was a great view looking down into Dawlish.

The red cliffs we have been walking under today are from the Triassic Period (from 250 million years old) and as we move further east the rocks will get younger and younger, unlike us who each day just feel older and older. Near the end of today’s walk we reached Dawlish Warren at the mouth of the River Exe and the cliffs had flattened out to a wide marshy estuary with large sandbanks. At the river there was another cute ferry to catch and it was important to get this ferry. The ferry is seasonal, doesn’t run October to April , and runs every hour at ten past the hour. We had made good time and comfortably made the 2.10 ferry. The last advertised ferry today was 4.10 but due to the tides this had been cancelled so the last ferry was 3.10. If you miss the ferry there are two options. Option one an additional 25km walk via the first road bridge. Option two catch public transport, train or bus,  inland to Exeter and get another train or bus back down the river to Exmouth.

The little blue ferry was very cute and was £5  each for about a twenty minute crossing. It wasn’t a straight crossing but snaked around shallow channels between sand banks. From the Exmouth side of the Exe we had about a 15 minute walk to our guest house. We hate it when the B & B has the word Hill in its address and today the Swallows address was Carlton Hill Road, but only number 11 so not too far up the hill.

PS for Owen. I looked up yesterdays City to Sea results.
Half marathon 105 finishers, 8 hour cut off time, fastest time 2:05, slowest 6:25.
Marathon 175 finishers, 10 hour cut off, fastest time 3:24, slowest time 10:15

For each race the last 10km was more like mountain running and they had a few extra rules. Every entrant had to carry a phone with emergency number of race organiser. Every entrant had to start with 1 litre of fluid and it was cupless, which means if you want a drink at the drink station you had to bring your own cup.

Babbacombe tp Teignmouth  11km+
Ascending 637m+  Accumulated ascending 1236m

This was a tough section of almost constant ups and downs. A roller coaster path. It was very strenuous but compared to yesterday was a quiet section. Apart from the village of Babbacombe at the start and the village of Shaldon at the end, the entire day was rural cliff walking.

We were very tired by the end of the day and didn’t help ourselves by turning an 11km day into about a 15km day. Babbacombe has a Cliff Railway, a cute rail cable car that goes from Babbacombe Beach up to Babbacombe village, a vertical rise of about 200m. The top of the railway was close to our Guest House so when we left at 9am we went to see the top station. It wasn’t running today but was interesting to look at anyway. We then walked back into the village to buy some food for lunch from Tesco Express. From there we had to go back to the Coast Path at the cricket ground on the outskirts of the village because that was where we had left the path yesterday to get to our accommodation. We found this without too much trouble and re-joined the path and went to Babbicombe and Oddicombe Beaches.

From here we went astray partly our fault and partly others. At Oddicombe Beach there had been a major cliff fall and the path was diverted inland through some suburban streets but not very well sign posted. Also today there was a major running event on (more on that later) and they had put up temporary signs to tell the runners the course and we confused these with the Coast Path signs. We also came to a split in the path that had no indication which way to go and of course we took the wrong option and got hopelessly lost in suburbia. We climbed from the beach up to the village and back down again before re-finding the split in the path and taking the other option. It was now 11am and for two hours walking we hadn’t made any progress at all. You readers are probably as confused as we were.

Today was the City to Sea Marathon and half marathon, organised by Winding Paths, that ran from Exeter and finished at Babbacombe. The course was on the Coast Path from Shaldon to Babbacombe. The same path we were walking but the runners were coming toward us. All day we were stepping off the path to let the runners past. It was all very amicable but after a while we ran out of variations of wishing them well and giving encouragement. This was a brutal run for them (some were running an ultra-marathon). lots of steep climbs and descents, hundreds of steps, a pretty rough track most of the time, and it was blisteringly hot. We were suffering just walking so I don’t know how they could run. In fact a lot were walking on the worst sections. They all had an app on their phone so they knew their elapsed time, where they were and how far to go. There was only one drink station on the 10km from Shaldon to Babbacombe. Judging by the outfits the runners were wearing they had come from all over Devon, Cornwall and Dorset. I even saw a guy in an All Blacks top.

The morning started out cloudy, humid and a bit hazy. By mid morning it was sunny and hot. Except for the two beaches at the beginning the path was entirely on the top of cliffs and thankfully 80% was in woodland so although the sea was very close to us we seldom got to see it. Near the end there were spectacular views down to Shaldon and across the River Teign estuary to Teignmouth. The last descent to the estuary was very steep and would have been treacherous in the wet. At Shaldon we caught a little ferry for a 5 minute ride, £2 each, across to Teignmouth where we are staying tonight. The guest house is only a five minute walk from the ferry and right in the middle of shops, bars, cafes etc.

Two new firsts today. We saw our first squirrel and had our first ferry crossing (another one tomorrow). Also a first I missed from yesterday. For the first time on the path every where you wanted to go it was 30p for a pee.  We didn’t have any ill effects from yesterday’s walk but our bodies are very tired tonight. Tired but very happy. Tomorrow is supposed to be much easier than today.

Day 1 Brixham to Babbacombe along the “English Riviera”                        22.5km        601m ascending

Barbara thought it was a perfect days walking and loved every minute of it. I approached it with a bit of trepidation as we haven’t done a walk over 15km in four years and we don’t do many walks with 600m of climbing. But we were fine, took it fairly slowly and the old legs felt strong all day. They may not feel so good tomorrow morning. We have four more days of over 20 km but all the rest are a much more comfortable length. A lot of people don’t like this section of the coast path because it is largely “urban” walking along the shoreline of two of England’s largest and most popular seaside towns Paignton and Torquay that both front onto Torbay. Also about 80% of the walking is on hard surfaces of concrete or asphalt which makes it hard on the feet in comparison to the relatively soft surface of a natural earth or grass track.

The walk was very diverse, starting in the old fishing town of Brixham, climbing over several headlands covered in mature woodland that made them feel almost rural, passing amusement parks, thousands and thousands of brightly coloured beach huts, huge holiday parks, luxury hotels, marinas full of million dollar pleasure boats, grand terraces, a pier at Paignton, secluded little beaches with only boat access, open green parkland, hundreds of tacky souvenir shops, thousands of junk food outlets, and masses of people mostly with dogs.

I had a bad case of ear worm today and just couldn’t get this song out of my head:

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Oh I do like to be beside the sea
Oh I do like to stroll along the prom prom prom
Where the brass bands play tiddly-om-pom-pom

Just let me be beside the seaside
I’ll be beside myself with glee
There are lots of girls beside
That I’d like to be besides
Beside the seaside beside the sea

It was very busy on the path today especially around all the seaside resorts. The south of England has had a wet summer and a lot of people wanted to make the most of a beautiful day. I think I said yesterday it is the last weekend of the school holidays and also the first weekend of Autumn. Today it started out misty cloudy, but warm and no wind. By lunch time the cloud had gone and it was a hot sunny day, about mid 20s I would guess. It was nice and cool in the shade in the few bits of woodland but we wilted a bit out in the hot sun. Still mustn’t complain we certainly don’t want rain. Torbay has a mild  microclimate with higher than average England temperatures and mild wet winters. It started out as a fishing village but from Victorian times it attracted wealthy holiday makers due to its climate hence the name English Riviera.

When the English go down to the seaside it is a major logistical challenge, Buckets, spades, wind shelters, deck chairs, picnic baskets, ice boxes, fishing lines, gas stoves, umbrellas, flutter boards, picnic hampers, beach balls, food hampers etc, etc. Lots of people on inflatable paddle boards and canoes but very few people actually in swimming. We spoke to a couple of ladies at Brixham who had just had a swim and they said it was lovely – 16 degrees. Our pool at the Pier is 26 degrees so I don’t know about that. We will take our togs from now on as on short days we can fill in time with a swim. Barbara should have packed her wet suit. You see a lot of them at the beaches here.

We started the day with our first full English breakfast, the first of about 25 if we have one every day until we go back to London. Some other firsts today: first wild blackberries to eat, first acorn sign, got lost for the first time (not really just took a wrong turn), saw our first vintage steam train, saw our first game of cricket on the village green, first hot spot on a foot (maybe blister forming?).

So overall a very good first day with lots of variety.

“Going South” was the cryptic cable Roald  Amundsen sent to Robert Falco Scott after Amundsen changed his mind about going to the North Pole when he learned it had been reached and instead decided to try and conquer the South Pole.

In our own little way we are “going south” on a big bus from London to Paignton and then a smaller bus to Brixham. Strictly speaking we are going more south west than south and definitely somewhere warmer than the pole.

Today was supposed to be a relaxing repositioning day. Our original plan was to get the 9.37am train Paddington to Paignton, 3 hr 20 min, then a 15 min local bus Paignton to Brixham and a 15 min walk to our B an B, arriving there early afternoon. However the two day train strike put the kybosh on that. We now had a bus leaving Victoria Coach Station, 6 hr 40min, to Paignton then the local bus and walk as before, getting to our B and B in the evening, arriving at 8pm.

We had a very lazy start for us not leaving the hotel until after 10am and getting two tubes to Victoria Train Station, another one of those fabulous cavernous 19th century engineering wonders with a vast arched roof. From there a 200 hundred metre walk to Victoria Coach Station. This place is not huge and has two bus departure areas, both absolutely packed with people and bags. It was Friday so lots of people travelling for the weekend, it was the last weekend of the school holidays and of course no trains so everyone was after a seat on a bus. Thank goodness as soon as we heard of the strike we got online and booked our two seats. All the buses leaving were fully booked.

Our route had very few stops, the first being Heathrow Terminal 5 which should take 30 minutes but took just over an hour. The next was Taunton, way down south and should have taken about 3 hours however the motorways out of London were absolutely choked with traffic and we crawled along. The driver was getting real time information on traffic volumes, hold ups and which roads were clear. Instead of going south west through Salisbury and Winchester he went west all the way to Bristol, through a back route in the suburbs to Western sur Mer and then south and east back along small country roads to Taunton, A longer route but much quicker today. We did see many beautiful little Devon villages, not just endless motorway At the driver change at Taunton he told everyone this had put us back on schedule, for which he got a round of applause.

He was lying! But not by much, we arrived in Paignton half an hour behind schedule. As we were inching our way out of Heathrow I had been imagining sleeping in a bus shelter after midnight in Paignton, long after the last local bus to Brixham had gone. It was interesting that the bus driver could react to real time traffic conditions and use alternative routes as necessary. This only works on a route like ours which had no drop offs or pick ups for 5 hours between Heathrow and Exeter. If there are many stops all along the way then I guess you can’t change the route. We had good timing at Paignton, less than a minute after getting off the National Express bus the no.12 Stagecoach Southwestern bus pulled up and for £2 each we were off.

At Brixham we bought some food at Tesco and trundled up the hill to our bed at Ranscombe House. This is a rambling 18th century house with eight rooms to let. Our host Pip (Phillip) gave us a very warm welcome and showed us to the Admiral’s Suite, a spacious room with views out over Torbay and its own deck. We settled in and went out onto the deck to relax and eat our food. The sky to our left was orange then pink as the sun set. The lights across the bay from Torquay and Paignton appeared as it got darker. It was so still, peaceful and quiet, just so quiet save for a distant muffled conversation from someone’s garden (and the Tinnitus in my head). We were very happy to shed the layers of stress and be far away from the noise and crowds of London, the tubes, buses and trains, and to be safely here. Tomorrow we just walk, I can’t wait.

We are still to get our train refund from Great Western Railway but think we are making progress. Two weeks ago now we were advised by email that our train was cancelled but we could apply for a refund. Because we bought on line we had to apply on line and the refund would go to our credit card. A few days ago I went on line, accessed our account and started the refund process. This is an eight step progress but couldn’t get past step 2, there was no next or continue button. I tried again another day and same result. On our way back from Greenwich we called into the GWR booking office at Paddington Station to see if we could sort it. The very kind lady selling tickets explained she could not refund us as we bought on line. If we had bought at a ticket office she could. She gave us her cell phone and a number to try and get further help. I made the call and it was to a call centre with a very bad connection and a slight delay. We were in a very noisy booking hall and I couldn’t understand the accent of the woman on the other end and she couldn’t understand mine. Every sentence had to be repeated 3 or 4 times and in the end I just gave up.

I tried again this morning while filling in time before checking out of London. Got to step 2 again but this time a little box popped up in the bottom right corner asking if I wanted to chat to an expert. It was an email chat, so I typed yes. The instant reply was that I was next in line and an expert would email me in a moment. And sure enough Agnieska emailed wanting to know my problem. So back and forth we went as I explained what i wanted to do. She asked a few questions and eventually informed me that even though my train was cancelled weeks ago I can’t apply for a refund until after the date and time that the train would have run. I guess in a way it makes sense in that if the strike was called off, right up until the last minute, they could still have run the train. She also said I have 28 days from the train date to make an application. So I will try again in a few days.

I saw on the GWR site that you can apply for compensation if there are train delays. Of course there are loads of conditions but there is a graduated scale of compensation depending on the delay, starting at 15 minutes. GWR claim to shell out millions of pounds each year because of delays. Might be good system for our Wellington buses.

After the raucousness of yesterday’s alternative culture and punk of Camden Town today we enjoyed the more staid and conservative atmosphere of Greenwich. Today we also got more confident at getting around on the tube as efficiently as possible doing multiple trips with transfers using different lines. The only unsettling incident occurred  before Bond Street station when the train came to a screeching halt. The old trains are deafeningly noisy (the new Elizabeth Line trains are serenely quiet in comparison) and it was quite eerie sitting there in total silence as the engines shut down. The carriages were packed as it was still rush hour but nobody seemed to be at all concerned. Twice there were garbled unintelligible announcements from the driver. We were wondering how on earth do you get out of here, hundreds of feet below ground in a tunnel. After 15 minutes the engines noisily came to life and the train suddenly took off.

We escaped the underground at Westminster where we transferred to the Uber Boat which is a commuter boat running up and down the Thames River. You can  use your Oyster Card on this boat so it is just an extension of the bus and train system. Being on the river is a great way to see a lot of London’s icons; the Palace of Westminster, the London Eye, St Paul’s Cathedral, the Tate Modern, The Tower of London, The Shard, Canary Wharf etc and going under all the bridges: Hungerford, Waterloo, Blackfriars, Millennium, Southwark, London, and Tower bridges. It takes about 50 minutes from Westminster to Greenwich with about half a dozen stops to pick up and drop off passengers.

The first landmark at Greenwich is the Cutty Sark, the last of the great clipper ships that sailed between China and England in the 19th century. We didn’t go into the ship but is a great museum with films, interactive maps, plenty of illustrations and props so you can relive the life on board a tea clipper in the late 19th century.

From the Cutty Sark we explored Greenwich which is a lovely small town full of Georgian and Victorian architecture, cafes, pubs, a theatre, a fan museum, boutique shops. There is also a covered market. There has been a market here since the 14^th century and the present market dates from the 1700s.

We stopped in the market for a coffee and something to eat. It is rare to find a long black in the UK (it is a New Zealand and Australia thing) but we have discovered if you order a double shot espresso and get some hot water on the side you can concoct your own long black. The young lady at Ideal Espresso made us a very, very good coffee, Next door at Portuguese Treats we bought some Jesuitas – puff pastry with custard, chocolate, cinnamon and roasted almonds – yummy!

From the market we called into the Greenwich Visitor Information Centre in the old Royal College, passed the statue of Sir Walter Raleigh, to the University of Greenwich housed in the Naval Hospital which then became the Old Royal Navy College. This is a Sir Christopher Wren masterpiece. It is in two separate halves to protect the river views from the Queen’s House further up the hill. The Queen’s House is a Palladian design by another heroic architect, Inigo Jones. From The Queen’s House we had a quick look at an incredibly detailed replica of Nelson’s flagship HMS Victory, in a large glass bottle.

From the ship in a bottle it is an easy climb up through one of London’s loveliest expanses of green, Greenwich Park. It covers 73 acres and is the oldest of the enclosed Royal parks, with picturesque walks, a rose garden and many wonderful mature trees. At the top of the hill is the Royal Observatory with the Prime Meridian.

The prime meridian, arbitrarily set by international agreement in 1884, is the line from the north to south poles that defines 00°00’ 00”. This line slices earth into east and west and visitors including us can straddle both hemispheres with one foot either side of the meridian line. The original observatory building, Flamsteed House, is where the Astronomer Royal and his family lived and worked. The buildings now contain brilliant  galleries explaining how the longitude problem – how to accurately determine a ship’s east/west location – was solved through astronomical means and the development of accurate chronometers. Also at Flamsteed House every day at 1pm the red time ball is dropped, as it has done every day since 1833.

After watching the time ball drop we had our lunch in the Meridian Garden behind the observatory and then made our way back down through Greenwich Park to get the Uber Boat back to Westminster and the tube to Paddington. A wonderful day if you are interested in astronomy, time keeping, latitude and longitude and some of the great scientific minds of 17th , 18th  and 19th centuries.

Our plan for today was to go by the underground to Camden Town and then walk back along Regent’s Canal to Little Venice and then to Paddington Basin and back to our hotel.

There was no easy route on the underground from our nearest tube station, Queensway, so we decided to walk an easy 15 minutes to Paddington where we could get the Hammersmith or Circle lines to Euston and then change to the Northern line and alight at Camden Town. All went well until we got off at Euston and could not find any connection to the Northern Line. The only tube map we had was the size of an envelope and both of us have marginal eyesight at the best of times. After wandering around dazed and bewildered for a while Barbara asked a young man who was assisting at the turnstiles how to get to Camden. He was very helpful and explained that Euston has two stations, Euston and Euston Square. They are not connected underground. You have to go up to street level, cross a road and go down underground to get on the Northern Line. We were at Euston Square and would have to go to Euston. Apparently everyone except newbie tourists knew this. This would have meant swiping out at Euston Sq and swiping in again at Euston – 2 zone 1 fares. But he suggested the easiest way was to get on the next Circle line tube and go one stop to King’s Cross which had an underground route to the Northern Line. This avoided swiping in and out and was only 1 zone 1 fare. This we did which was fine but the underground walk seemed to be an endless maze going up and down escalators and long twisting tunnels. It all worked out fine and we finally arrived at Camden Town. One good thing about the London Tube is that trains come every few minutes and they move between stations very fast.

Camden is famed for its market and is a hive of counter culture. It is a favourite of tourists, teenagers and punks. It has a thriving counter culture of alternative fashion and music scenes with live music in alt. clubs, traditional pubs and jazz cafes. Many languages are spoken here and there are many different cultures and communities throughout the borough. Many of the stars of tomorrow once started on the stages of Camden’s music venues. The buildings on Camden High Street are all decked out in amazing colour schemes and quirky “added on bits” relating to what ever business is in the building.

Camden has been home to many famous people including John Keats, Charles Dickens, George Bernard Shaw and JB Priestley. More recently Amy Winehouse was big in Camden and by big I mean B I G. There is a stature of her erected by the Town Council. 

Camden is also on the Regent’s Canal and has its own Camden Lock. It was here we left all the hustle and bustle, noise and music of the High Street and Market and walked the very tranquil and quiet path along the canal to Little Venice. This is a favourite walk of ours as it is so peaceful and seems a world away from the crowds and busyness of London just a few metres beyond the tree lined canal. The canal is still very much used with tourist boats going up and down and canal boat communities living along its length. We also saw a group of school children in kayaks having a lot of fun. It takes just over an hour to walk from Camden Lock to Little Venice but we also sat beside the canal to eat our lunch. The canal also runs through Regent’s Park Zoo with the Snowden (Husband of Princess Margaret, sister of Queen Elizabeth II) aviary at the side of the path.  This aviary, built in 1965 was the first zoo walk-through aviary. It is no longer an aviary, it is now Monkey Valley.

Little Venice is an affluent residential area around the junction of the Paddington Arm of the Grand Union Canal, the Regent’s Canal, and the entrance to Paddington Basin. The junction forms a triangular shape basin. It is very pretty and has several cafes and restaurants on canal boats, From here we walked along Paddington Basin which has been redeveloped with modern office blocks and apartments but also with nice outdoor spaces, an outdoor concert venue, boat hire, food trucks, many eateries and seems to be its own thriving community, albeit a very affluent one.

Back at Paddington we bought some groceries at a Tesco Express we remembered form the last time we were in London in 2019. From there we staggered back to our hotel, still not adjusted to the time zone and finding it difficult to sleep when we should at night.

Slept amazingly well last night. Went to sleep early about 7pm, woke up at 12 and thought that was that. Had a drink and a chat and went back to sleep waking up about 6am. And managed to keep going all day even though we are still jet lagged.

First thing today was to get our old money changed. Got the tube from Lancaster Gate to Bank on the Central line and showed up at the Bank of England Threadneedle Street in the heart of the financial district. After getting through the security check we were put in a line of fellow tourists trying to ditch old pounds. A lady came round and advised if we had less than 300 pounds to change then go to the Post Office as they would do it much quicker and only needed passport i.d. If more than 300 pounds then the bank would do it, but it was a slow process requiring two forms of i.d, proof of address and filling out of forms. She even had a map for everyone showing how to get to the City of London Post Office about 10 minutes walk away. We each had 160 pounds so headed off to the Post Office. Sure enough it was a quick and easy process. Just show your passport and they handed over nice new clean plastic money.

From the Post Office intended to head down to the river and walk to The Tower of London and walk over Town Bridge. Quite by accident we came across The Monument.  This is a huge Doric column erected in 1667 as a memorial to The Great Fire of London of 1666 when tens of thousands of Londoners were left homeless and much of the city was destroyed. The column is 60.6 metres tall, the exact distance it stands from the bakery in Pudding Lane where the fire reputedly started. For £6 you can climb the 311 spiral steps to the top for a fine view. We didn’t. At the base of the column are some stone seats with the words of the children’s nursery rhyme engraved in them:

London’s burning, London’s burning                                                                           Fetch the engines, fetch the engines                                                                         Fire fire, Fire fire                                                                                                                   Pour on water, pour on water.

From the Monument we walked to the Tower of London. The absolute icon of London, with a history as bleak and bloody as it is fascinating. Begun during the reign of William the Conqueror, 1066 – 1087, the Tower is in fact a castle with 22 towers and has expanded greatly over the centuries and has served as a palace, observatory,, storehouse, mint, home of the crown jewels, a zoo but most famously as a prison and place of execution. We didn’t go inside as we had been there before but did walk around the perimeter.

Right next to the Tower of London is one of London’s most recognisable sights, Tower Bridge. We had been driven over the bridge a few times before in busses but had never walked across it so that was on our “to do” list for this time. Built in 1894 the great neo-gothic towers and blue suspension struts are quite enthralling. The bridge was equipped with a for then revolutionary bascule (see saw) mechanism that could raise the centre spans for oncoming ships in 3 minutes. You can pay to enter the Tower Bridge Museum and walk across between the two towers 42 metres above the river.

We were now on the South Bank and walked through the very modern Hays Galleria, full of boutique shops, eateries and a fabulous steam punk ship, all under a soaring glass arched roof.

After the Galleria we made our way to Borough Market. A market has been located her in some form or other since the 13th century and is known as “London’s Larder”. It is always overflowing with food lovers, inveterate gastronomes and wide eyed tourists like us,  It is a large sprawling area located under the overhead railway and every few minutes you here and feel the rumbling of a train passing overhead. There are sections for every appetite, exotic vegetables, quality fresh fruit, organic meat, sea foods, cheeses, home-grown honey, homemade bread, craft beers and wines etc, etc. And dozens of takeaway stalls with gourmet sausages, chorizo sandwiches, quality pizzas, exotic burgers etc.

From the market we passed Shakespeare’s Globe. This is a replica designed to resemble the original as closely as possible, painstakingly constructed with 600 oak pegs (no nails or screws), specially fired Tudor bricks and thatching reeds from Norfolk that pigeons are not supposed to like. The plaster contains goat hair, lime and sand, as it did in Shakespeare’s time. The theatre, like the original is open air, and standing spectators are exposed to  London’s fickle weather.

Then for me the high light of the day. The Tate Modern. An enormous modern-art gallery housed inside what was the Bankside Power Station. Converted in the year 2000 it has been phenomenally successful, 50 million visitors in the first 10 years and now has a equally enormous modern addition  (2016) at the rear. I was as interested in the building itself as much as the mostly modern art on display. The cavernous 6 storey high turbine hall has been kept as a dramatic entrance foyer, the 99 metre has been kept with a lookout at the top (closed when we were there!), and there are galleries in the three vast subterranean oil tanks. There are dozens of galleries all with interesting, fascinating, challenging, humorous and demanding works in all forms. It would take many, many visits to see everything that was going on there, and as well they have special exhibitions. At present there are exhibitions on Gustav Klimt and Piet Mondrian. The latter a favourite of myself and many architects.

It was now mid afternoon and we were pretty tired and still not adjusted to local time so headed over the Millennium Bridge (nicknamed the Wobbly Bridge after it swayed alarmingly when first opened in 2000) to the St Paul’s station to get the tube back to our hotel.  I think we did pretty well to last as well as we did today, hopefully we will get a better sleep tonight.

We were forty minutes late leaving Auckland for San Francisco but the pilots must have put the hammer down, or perhaps when we were all asleep we went through a time warp, because we arrived exactly on time. It was not too bad a flight, we both slept quite well as far as cattle class on a 100% full Air NZ allows.  I think the time of day made all the difference. A delayed 8.25pm lift off, time to settle in then have a meal, we just naturally felt like sleep.

We were seated on the RH side of the aircraft, me on the aisle, Barbara in the middle, and a young woman in her late teens at the window. She was very polite and well spoken and at first we thought she was English but it turned out she was Lucinda from Australia and was a diver. She wore old sneakers, black track pants, a baggy formless top and had her hair tied up. But for all that she was obviously very good looking. About half an hour before landing in San Francisco she went to the bathroom with a bag and re-emerged with designer sandals, a denim mini skirt, backless sheer white top, tanned and toned, all made up and her hair let down. A  butterfly had emerged from the chrysalis. We last saw her at baggage claim where she fluttered off to have fun in the California sun.

Getting through border control, baggage claim, customs, , rechecking baggage, back through security all took a good hour and a half so our four hour stop over passed quite quickly. Our travel agent had told us our bags would be checked right through from Auckland to Heathrow but this is not the case. Everyone entering the United States has to collect their baggage and re-check it even if only transiting for a few hours.

The flight from San Fran to Heathrow left right on time, was 100% full and arrived in London about half an hour ahead of schedule. All to no avail as our gate was still occupied by a departing aircraft and so we waited on the tarmac for half an hour while it was loaded and towed away. This time our body clocks were totally out of sync thinking it was afternoon and early evening and so we didn’t sleep a wink. Never mind there were some good movies to watch.

Terminal 3 at Heathrow was almost deserted and it took only ten minutes from leaving the aircraft, going through border control, collecting baggage, clearing customs, and heading for the Elizabeth Line tube train to Paddington. Today is a Bank Holiday in the UK so the tube was very busy and the streets around Paddington, Kensington were packed with people. We think there was some sort of carnival in nearby Notting Hill and lots of people had dressed up in outrageous costumes for the event. Everyone was in very good spirits and there was a large police presence as well.

We were at our hotel by about 1.30pm but were feeling pretty zonked so got a few groceries, went for a walk in Hyde Park before crashing. Tomorrow our task is to get rid of our old pound notes.