21 May 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

05/21 London, England

We proceeded down this path through a country side park, colored and shaded by many trees and leading into one of the many veins of London’s underground.  When we resurfaced we were in the heart of London.  It arose more from the haze of my memory than from the morning fog, my childhood memories of nursery rhymes and children songs accompanied every step.  Images that conveyed both a sense of direction and a feeling of living in the past.  It was then I discovered that I do look in both directions before crossing the street but in the wrong order for oncoming London traffic.  I look left and then right, not right and then left.  This miscalculation caused me to jump out of the way a few times.  I was standing in front of London Tower aside a pair of cannons, and while waiting for Jim to return from the little boy’s room a kid about six, looking up at his dad, proposed a question that many parents might be unprepared to answer.

To rape the earth, to leave it waste, profit only course
reason being, the path of men, another selfish choice”
Where should I go, to get away? There’s got to be another way
they hide in shadows and talk all day, beyond this bridge, I hear they say
“Bang, Bang, Bang”, his father interrupted, “Today we build better things that kill more people”

Before dusk we headed back toward Mik’s, meeting up and going to take in few at the local pub.  Charlie was a small mutt who felt it was his responsibility to show us the way. He’s look back every so often as if to say “Come on we’re almost there”.  He was always on the alert and at the drop of a hat willing to trade a few choice words with the bigger dogs.  He wanted to let everybody know he was much bigger than he looked – and willing to stand behind every sharp word.