Well, why not? It’s been a while since we were there and today’s warm sunny weather invites to rambling further afield. But first…
But first, we stopped for coffee and croissants at the King’s Cross branch of Black Sheep.
Passing by King’s Cross Station
Continuing after our coffee break, we passed by King’s Cross Station and entered St Pancras, descending to the lower level for the services to the south.
Our train arrives
When the Brighton train arrived, we went aboard. It calls en route at Croydon.
Aboard the Brighton train
We went aboard and found that there were plenty of vacant seats. There was a mixed feeling of familiarity (we have travelled this route many times) and strangeness (we haven’t travelled this way for such a long time).
Disembarking at East Croydon Station.
This building is known to some as the Fifty-Pence Building because each level has facets like the eponymous coin.
The unusual name of this pub derives from the fact that it is virtually next door to the old post office and sorting office (now closed).
Croydon is a city of trams and we have been on many tram rides but are not doing so today.
This is East Croydon Station, not the prettiest building in Croydon, nor, unfortunately, the ugliest.
This purports to be the Church of Christian Science whatever that is. For my money, science and religion don’t mix.
This concrete bunker contains Croydon’s Crown Courts.
This view combines a mixture of old and new. No prizes for guessing which I prefer. Certainly not most of the new buildings that have less charm than the average cardboard box.
This is the Town Hall, the sort of building that pours balm on my spirit, rudely assaulted by ugly modernity.
This is the War Memorial, originally for World War I but, sadly, modified to include the Second. A monument to the sacrifice of many and to the stupidity of the human race.
One of the figures on the War Memorial. It speaks volumes if you let it.
The monument to Queen Victoria. The dates show that it was commissioned after her death.
This is a large scale work of “street” art by Otto Schade aka Osch. I imagine a work of this scale must have been done to commission.
This fine old department store seems to be slowly succumbing to less noble structures. The ground floor has alteady been vandalised.
These old almshouses are still in use as dwellings, I’m glad to see.
We walked some way along this pedestrian-only road called North End. I’m sure it’s a wonderful place to do your shopping but, personally, I was glad to leave it.
We spotted this old Burton’s store and looked for any foundation stones. We found none, no doubt because they have been obscured by the current ground-floor frontage.
When we had walked enough, we turned back towards the station and stopped off at Caffè Nero.
I queued for coffee while Tigger found us a table. In this peaceful environment, I composed much of this post.
Back at the station, we walked down the long, sloping ramp to the platforms.
We had to change platforms via a footbridge from where I took a photo looking over the track.
We reached the platform just as a train for Bedford arrived. We went aboard and found seats. Once more, the train was comfortably uncrowded.
We arrived without incident at St Pancras and went to wait for our ride home. Within a few minutes, a 214 arrived and whisked us back to the Angel. This ended our expedition.
Composed “on the hoof” in Croydon and on the way there and back.