Public transport in London can be like a prairie in the Wild West, intervals so empty, arid and desert-like that only the absence of tumbleweed asserts urbanity. The slightly embittered wind whispered a chilly discontent in my ears as I waited at a disconsolate bus stop for the 319 to take me to Clapham Junction. […] … more »
#SGOnTheRun The Big Day: Cakes
11 Mar 2013