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Sunday, 08 July 2007


Looking forward (like Karen, who led me here) to further installments. The last time we were in London, we took a canal boat from London Zoo back to Little Venice - more glimpses of green London. Love the photo of the reflected clouds.

Dark Puss can indeed add, and thanks you for the tag in the main body of your posting. Do you know the 2 volume guide to geological walks in London? No boring clay and alluvial sediment, but the geology to be found forming (or cladding) some of London's buildings. Let me know if you would like more information on this.


This sounds fascinating. Were I closer I'd join you - if permitted - for some of the way, though it might be more a case of "in [her] master's steps she trod", as you're bigger and faster than I am.
I shall trail behind in spirit and look forward to reading your account.

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