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smtfhwIt was a glorious day for March in the UK on Thursday and when I came out of the gym after my regular morning swim I decided that rather than walk to work by the most direct route, I'd head down towards the river Thames and walk along till I got to St. Paul's where I would then turn back north and go to the office. I didn't have my camera with me but did have my iPhone and so I was still able to record what I saw while I was out and about.
A jink down Drury Lane and then along Fleet Street saw me passing some intriguing buildings including the rather wonderful Peterborough House:
And next door to it, the last newspaper offices on Fleet Street, the last journalists moved out just last year. It's a superb little building and a piece of history now.
I'm not much a fan of modern building styles, especially as practised in London, and to prove my point, this monstrosity is now going up on the south side of the river, where presumably you'll need stupid money to even buy a studio flat (certainly if one of the developments I walked past is anything to go by - they were advertising properies starting at £950,000 for a studio flat, and no I haven't accidentally added a zero to the price).
I got a bit tangled up in the one way system trying to get across the road to the river and ended up walking through the tunnel near to St. Paul's, which spat me out just by St. Benet's church.
It's just across the road from the College of Arms' glorious building.
And from there it was up to St. Paul's Cathedral itself, where a couple of days of mild weather and sunshine have seen the cherry blossom burst out all over the place. I'd been round to look at them at lunchtime the day before and could hardly move for tourists and office workers sitting on the benches, on the grass and generally milling about everywhere. I've no problem with people getting out and enjoying themselves in the sun, but it's not conducive to good photos. It's much quieter at 08:30... and I could take a good look at the monument to my favourite poet, John Donne.
The cathedral itself was looking particularly lovely in the sunshine, with the white of the building offset gloriously against the cherry blossom.
It was getting close to 09:00 and I needed to scoot on my way to work, but it did give me the opportunity to go past the wonderfully named St. Vedast-Alias-Foster and then to take a quick picture of the rather odd St. Alban's tower in Wood Street which seems somehow isolated in the middle of all the more modern architecture on the rest of the street.
And so to work, to paraphrase Samuel Pepys.
A jink down Drury Lane and then along Fleet Street saw me passing some intriguing buildings including the rather wonderful Peterborough House:
And next door to it, the last newspaper offices on Fleet Street, the last journalists moved out just last year. It's a superb little building and a piece of history now.
I'm not much a fan of modern building styles, especially as practised in London, and to prove my point, this monstrosity is now going up on the south side of the river, where presumably you'll need stupid money to even buy a studio flat (certainly if one of the developments I walked past is anything to go by - they were advertising properies starting at £950,000 for a studio flat, and no I haven't accidentally added a zero to the price).
I got a bit tangled up in the one way system trying to get across the road to the river and ended up walking through the tunnel near to St. Paul's, which spat me out just by St. Benet's church.
It's just across the road from the College of Arms' glorious building.
And from there it was up to St. Paul's Cathedral itself, where a couple of days of mild weather and sunshine have seen the cherry blossom burst out all over the place. I'd been round to look at them at lunchtime the day before and could hardly move for tourists and office workers sitting on the benches, on the grass and generally milling about everywhere. I've no problem with people getting out and enjoying themselves in the sun, but it's not conducive to good photos. It's much quieter at 08:30... and I could take a good look at the monument to my favourite poet, John Donne.
The cathedral itself was looking particularly lovely in the sunshine, with the white of the building offset gloriously against the cherry blossom.
It was getting close to 09:00 and I needed to scoot on my way to work, but it did give me the opportunity to go past the wonderfully named St. Vedast-Alias-Foster and then to take a quick picture of the rather odd St. Alban's tower in Wood Street which seems somehow isolated in the middle of all the more modern architecture on the rest of the street.
And so to work, to paraphrase Samuel Pepys.