Kindly accompanied by Mr Jonathon Caunt, we set out today from the intriguingly titled Cockfosters station, complete with Sci-Fi style building and gnomes on the tube track (honestly...) for the long journey along the Piccadilly Line into the centre of London, and our destination of Kings Cross.
I would be lying if I said the scenery was much more thrilling than the rest of north London has been so far, but the occasional park broke up the monotony of houses likely, with the north of the line certainly having a more rural feel to it.
This didn't last all that long, and from Wood Green onwards it was London as usual, very urban and built up, the one highlight of note (other than the brief stop at a cafe to rest weary feet, and the sight of King's Cross itself) was seeing Arsenal's impressing stadium. When posing for the photo with a hilarious 'thumbs-down' gesture at Arsenal tube station, I was asked if I was a Tottenham fan. Clearly insulted by this, I moved swiftly on...
At this point, still fresh(ish) and with legs and feet that felt they could go on a little bit longer, we debated continuing the Piccadilly Line route or completing a bit of the Northern Line through central London and decided on the latter. A short bus ride to Euston later, we started again, and from there proceeded along Tottenham Court Road, through Leicester and Trafalgar Squares and over the river, in a similar journey to the end of that undertaken yesterday. The only real difference being the seemingly endless meandering to Kennington at the end, by which time a dead iPhone battery, tired feet and confusing roads began to take their toll. Arriving was a relief, but I still feel confident I can get up nice and early in the morning for another brisk (And hopefully painfree) walk through London.
Cheers to Jonathon for coming today, he made the 16 miles fly by... Furthermore, he wishes it to be placed on public record that Oakwood, the station just south of Cockfosters, "smelled like BBQ."
Alex
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