It would have rained…

At least, that’s what we are telling ourselves.

Beautiful skyscape
Beautiful skyscape

After lunch, we set out, going first, as we usually do, to the deli for a coffee. The plan was to go on from there, taking a bus ride to a destination Tigger had in mind. So far, the weather looked suitable, and I took the above photo, so enchanted was I by the blue sky and large white clouds.

Outside the deli in Amwell Street
Outside the deli in Amwell Street

We sat outside the deli with our coffee and thus far the weather seemed to play along with our intentions.

I have mentioned before that Amwell Street is in the unusual situation of having not one, but three men’s barbers. From where I was sitting outside the deli, I saw that the two nearest were both open for business. On Sunday. How usual is that, I wonder? Or is it because, with so much competition, they feel the need to stay open as many hours as possible?

Looking back along Amwell Street
Looking back along Amwell Street

After our coffee break, we walked up Amwell Street to catch a bus to Tigger’s mystery destination. So far the sky looked friendly enough.

Looking east
Looking east

By the time we started along Penton Street, the first disquieting signs were appearing. Looking east (above), the sky looked fine. But…

Looking west
Looking west

…looking west, we saw an altogether more ominous sight. Which way were the clouds moving? Why, west to east, of course!

Waiting at a bus stop
Waiting at a bus stop

We reached a bus stop in Tolpuddle Street where we could catch a bus to Tigger’s goal. With eyes eyes fixed on the east and hope in our hearts, we waited.

The bus came, we waved it down and… Guess what? Tigger realised she had forgotten to pick up her Oyster card for the bus! Regretfully, though in view of the approaching dark clouds, not all that regretfully, we decided to call it s day and return home.

Lock-ups and car park
Lock-ups and car park

We walked through this – as far as I know, unnamed – road, leading to Sainsbury’s car park. On one side are the backs of houses along Chapel Market and, on the other, lock-up garages or storage locations. Some of the market stallholders use these for keeping stock.

Looking out of the window now, I see that it has indeed rained but that the sun is shining again. Should we have insisted on carrying through Tigger’s plan? Well, never mind, it’s pleasant too to return home, relax and make tea!

About SilverTiger

I live in Islington with my partner, "Tigger". I blog about our life and our travels, using my own photos for illustration.
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