We headed to Victoria, so I could take some shots from a bridge, of, you guessed it, trains. Jools waited whilst I snapped at commuter trains heading past Battersea and over the Thames. It was already hot, and so we stopped in the nearby shopping centre for a fruit juice in the shade before heading back down into the underground to head east to Whitechapel to ride on the newest line in the country; The East London Line.
It meanders from just north of Shoreditch, down through wapping, under the Thames to Rotherhithe, down to Newcross, and then either to Clapham or Crystal Palace. We rode in the spanking new class 378s to Crystal Palace, in air conditioned luxury, marvelling at more new parts of London we had not seen. We glided past the end of leafy gardens in Crystal Palace before arriving at the grand station, built for the Royal Exhibition in 1851.
We walked onto the High street, bought an ice cream, sat on a bench and watched the world go by, and decided we were tired and hot hot, and on balance we would like to go home.
So, back on the train and back up to Whitechapel, on to a train on the Hammersmith and City Line to St Pancras; Jools raided M&S of salads and sandwiches to eat on the train; and on to the train; more air conditioning, and back home.
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