The day started with somewhat uninviting, inclement weather, but Sundays never start too early after a week of hard work, so my morning was spent reading and getting myself ready for rain, wondering whether my younger daughter might have changed her mind over her decision to go to a part of London she knew I knew well.
Lizzy and Tim had invited me to join them to take a tour around Clerkenwell and the nearby areas in search of mural graffiti by Banksy. We managed to find only four, since some of those we sought were either hidden by doors, had been painted over, or simply removed!
We left the car in Clerkenwell Green, and soon found the site of the first, just around the corner in Clerkenwell Close, opposite the church. Beyond was the sound of chanting, possibly from a local football match. We then returned and made for Clerkenwell Road, where I caught sight of a somewhat extended bicycle at the St. John's Street crossroads and noted that the rider was presumably colour blind!
We walked towards Smithfield Market along St. John's Street and I paused to add another shot to my colllection of knobs 'n' knockers, capture a striking pillar motif, and a simple paper artwork of dancers – I am never one to pass up the chance to grab images that take my fancy, so soon found the intriguing dripping of rain into a downpipe; part of some interesting ironwork to a modern office building.
We then were unable to spot two supposed locations of Banksy handiwork in Smithfield so headed to the Barbican, along Beech Street and into Chiswell Street, where we did find one just beyond the Brewery, now Sundial Court, so I took locating shots as reference points.
Whitecross Street gave us our third picture, then we headed back to Charterhouse Square, but failed to find one there or in Haynes Street, but was rewarded by a fallen fig leaf (I did look around for its owner, but everyone seemed fully clothed!) Then the pattern of holly caught my eye. Parking at the top of Rosebery Avenue, I took a quick couple of shots of the dark, wet bark of a plane tree, as the richness of the colours appealed to me.
Our fourth and what was to turn out to be our last was found in Scrutton Street, but it had been defaced, though it was probably the strongest of all the images we saw. Altogether, the three of us had a very enjoyable afternoon walking though areas, most of which I remembered from the times I had worked in that part of London, and I was able to add my own snippets of information, even though I was often just a bit out in terms of exact locations at first. I can certainly see myself making a further trip.
Lizzy and Tim had invited me to join them to take a tour around Clerkenwell and the nearby areas in search of mural graffiti by Banksy. We managed to find only four, since some of those we sought were either hidden by doors, had been painted over, or simply removed!
We left the car in Clerkenwell Green, and soon found the site of the first, just around the corner in Clerkenwell Close, opposite the church. Beyond was the sound of chanting, possibly from a local football match. We then returned and made for Clerkenwell Road, where I caught sight of a somewhat extended bicycle at the St. John's Street crossroads and noted that the rider was presumably colour blind!
We walked towards Smithfield Market along St. John's Street and I paused to add another shot to my colllection of knobs 'n' knockers, capture a striking pillar motif, and a simple paper artwork of dancers – I am never one to pass up the chance to grab images that take my fancy, so soon found the intriguing dripping of rain into a downpipe; part of some interesting ironwork to a modern office building.
We then were unable to spot two supposed locations of Banksy handiwork in Smithfield so headed to the Barbican, along Beech Street and into Chiswell Street, where we did find one just beyond the Brewery, now Sundial Court, so I took locating shots as reference points.
Whitecross Street gave us our third picture, then we headed back to Charterhouse Square, but failed to find one there or in Haynes Street, but was rewarded by a fallen fig leaf (I did look around for its owner, but everyone seemed fully clothed!) Then the pattern of holly caught my eye. Parking at the top of Rosebery Avenue, I took a quick couple of shots of the dark, wet bark of a plane tree, as the richness of the colours appealed to me.
Our fourth and what was to turn out to be our last was found in Scrutton Street, but it had been defaced, though it was probably the strongest of all the images we saw. Altogether, the three of us had a very enjoyable afternoon walking though areas, most of which I remembered from the times I had worked in that part of London, and I was able to add my own snippets of information, even though I was often just a bit out in terms of exact locations at first. I can certainly see myself making a further trip.
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