Potters Fields Bermondsey

Potters Fields is a small green space which borders Tooley Street, the River Thames, More London and Tower Bridge in London. 

Today it is a small park in the shadow of City Hall (or Boris’s Place as I call it) and there’s always something odd going on. One of the first activities I witnesses there was a Lycra clad women who was trying to uproot a tree with an oversized rubber band.

Next there was a metal pen that had been erected on the grass, which was holding back a large number of bright pink Space Hoppers. This was closely followed by a large tent which was displaying a new Electric Taxi. Yesterday evening, due to the sudden change in the weather, it was packed with tourists photographing the City skyline and sun bathing on the damp grass.

There are also the regular dogs walkers, commuters passing through and the guy with the Ghostbusters backpack blowing the leaves and puddles off the path.

One thing’s for sure, there is never a dull moment at Potters Fields.



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Has the Blog had its Day?

I’ve been blogging on and off for a little over 8 years now. I suspect that most of my rambling have largely gone unnoticed by the world in general. In fact, I probably get more attention to my insightful observations of the world from my Facebook followers than by direct interaction via this blog.

I do enjoy the medium of the blog, as it allows me to record my thoughts in a unique and direct way. I can say what I like (within reason). These words I can craft at length until I am happy with them and only then do I release them to an uninterested public. Once I have released them into the wild, there they sit forever. This allows my views to be completely ignored by billions of people worldwide. What more could the modern blogger ask for?

In between those flashes of writing inspiration I do enjoy reading the ramblings of other bloggers. Over the years a number of those I’ve followed have progressed to writing books based upon their blogs. However, most just seem to have vanished from the face of the planet without trace. Have these tortured souls given up, been diverted by other interests or been abducted by aliens. I will probably never know which it is.

In the meantime, I shall continue to comment on my very personnel and perhaps twisted view of the world about me. I hope you continue to enjoy not reading my ramblings. Until next time ……..

   
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Polishing Shoes

My Dad did his National Service in the East Surrey Regiment, joining the Army Band and signing up for an extra 5 years. He once told me that he would make extra money by polishing everyone else's boots too. 

This skill he passed on to me. There's something therapeutic about polishing shoes and it will always remind me of my Dad.

Love you Dad xxxx 

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Chris

The Bearded Man of Tower Bridge

There is an old guy, I assume homeless, who always sits on the North West side of Tower Bridge. He sits and watches the world go by and offers everyone a toothy smile. He sports a rather impressive, if unkempt beard and never annoys or harasses.

I know not his name or his circumstance. I wish him well in his simple but hard life. Be safe, happy bearded man.

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Chris