South and North Banks

The weather cleared up again on Sunday just after my last blog post and I spent the evening's walk up by the Thames, starting at Waterloo, through the South bank as far as Southwark Cathedral and then back and across Westminster Bridge once it got dark, to Victoria Tower Gardens where the beam of light to commemorate the beginning of the first world war was projecting from.

This is the best of the pictures I took, although nothing I've seen does justice to being there. The light doesn't photograph well and there's no sense of being able to walk around and inside the multiple beams and crowd of people (particularly crowded because it was the last night it was on). 

I feel like I ought to be adding maps to this blog since all I ever post on it is walks, but it's not really possible to go wrong from Waterloo, up the steps and past the Nelson Mandela statue or not you still arrive at the river, through whatever is happening at and around the Royal Festival Hall. At the moment it's a festival of love, apparently, which includes slides for children and structures such as this:

The central word was Agape, one of the ancient Greek words for love (or rather for one of the 4 particular kinds of love, as the language distinguished between these in a way English doesn't do).  

Then on under Waterloo Bridge, past the skateboarders and the OxoBuilding and the Tate Modern, the reconstructed Shakespeare's Globe and Golden Hinde and the old Clink, which is now the grimmest possible museum bar the London Dungeon. 

A long way behind though, given that the The London Dungeon had a real human skeleton on display amongst the fake ones right up until they realised the fact in 2011.