in which horsemouth has a sudden desire to look at the thames

it's a grey morning (but that doesn't mean very much). all the cloud could burn off and it could all go glorious by lunchtime.

yesterday a 6-7 mile walk down the hackney cut to the river lea to bow creek ending up looking at the thames (horsemouth had a sudden desire to look at the thames). no boats (that horsemouth can remember) apart from the river bus service. then back via chrisp street market and the dlr/ overground to hackney wick then a final mile up the hackney cut. 

everywhere the signs ofunaffordable redevelopment. he passed near new providence wharf (site of a recent cladding fire) but did not pause to check out the scorch marks (forgive horsemouth's levity, this time no-one died). he did however take a loop round bow ecology park and over the bridge onto city island, earlier a wander through cody dock and the industrial estate (waste management hell). he passed by the curiously lopsided redevelopment of robin hood gardens.

river dave (the hermit of the merrimack river) has been turfed off. his house 'accidentally' burned down while being dismantled while he was in jail for refusing to leave. strangely dave has (belatedly) discovered that he loves humanity, for horsemouth having his dwelling destroyed would be the final straw.   

thoreau (before he writes walden) writes a week on the concorde and merrimack rivers about a boating trip made with his brother. the book does not sell. 

there was an equivalent hermit of the lea valley (mr.windsor?) but he's long gone (howard or darsavini would know). 

in chrisp street market horsemouth bumped into paddy on his way back through hackney wick he spotted jaime (not rory-lucy but the peruvian musician one) grabbing a quick bite to eat before a music and healing training. 

the walk left horsemouth's poor feet aching and his face a little sunburned (we have passed the midpoint on the decline from summer solstice to autumn equinox but still the sun can do it). he lay around and snoozed the remainder of the afternoon. 

he was intrigued by the story of river dave (he was impressed by his house - now reduced to ashes).  a few days ago horsemouth was retelling the tale of the north pond hermit (but the north pond hermit survived by robbing other cabins and so cannot become a self-sufficiency hero). 

according to horsemouth's roving reporter there are rail strikes in germany. it's the kind of thing that is never mentioned in britain (that the germans have strikes). 

in the comic strip an attack upon the beats. and then to bed.