The Journey Home

The Journey Home. I cycle to work four days a week. It can be hard work but mostly I love it. The journey home is always the hardest. My route takes me through a large London park. In the morning it is full of dog walkers, commuters of various shapes and sizes, runners and old Chinese ladies exercising. In the evening there are children on scooters, teenagers playing table tennis and football and always, whatever the weather, a group of old Jamaican men drinking Red Stripe and chewing the fat. The Shard always looms large. Sometimes gleaming red in the sunset it's always a sight to be seen. Especially next to the rundownness of the Aylesbury Estate.