Because I try and vary my route in to work each day I get to notice lots of different sights. I will have seen most of them before but it is only when you have the time to your own thoughts that you really take the sights on board.
This week I was merrily heading officeward when someone who had been hanging around the traffic lights in front of me looking a little shifty asked me for directions to the station. He was clearly not from ’round here and I set him straight. I was heading in that approximate direction myself.
Now I am a slow walker and this guy soon went on ahead but at the next junction stopped to adjust his hair in his reflection in a car window. He was obviously unsure of his way. I pointed in the same direction I had pointed a hundred yards back and off he went again. At that time I branched off and took a different route. He was almost certainly ok but it was a bit odd that he kept hanging back with me and played safe. Was he going to try and rob me? In my bag I had a container of pea and ham soup for my lunch. Would have been a nuisance had he pinched that:)
Lincoln is generally safe anyway. I assume he got to the station. Probably never see him again.
My branched off route took me past St Mary’s Prep School whereupon I paused to take these photos. Hidden Lincoln. This wall is perhaps 700 – 800 years old and has clearly had one or two modifications done to it in its time. It looks as if it forms part of the wall to the grounds of Lincoln Cathedral but I could be wrong.
In one sense the wall represents power. The power of the church. On the inside you were safe, part of the gang. The wall kept the riff raff out. In some respects it performed the same job as my change of route. I wasn’t sure about that guy so I avoided him.
Now I’m safe in the office behind a door that requires a walk past the receptionist and a passkey to get through. The only riff raff are the other start ups in the same corridor. They probably think that of me:)
Today it took me about ten more minutes than is usual to get in to work. How so I hear you say. It was all down to the traffic. Pedestrian traffic. I bumped into five people I knew on the way down and stopped to chat to three of them. The only reason I didn’t chat to the other two was that I was already deep in conversation, sharing some witticism or anecdote, or in one case sympathising because she was on her way back from the dentist. You get it all when you walk to work.
Gotta go. Business to do, moves to make, trees to shake.
I leave you with a second pic cos I know you like that sort of thing.
More walk to work posts:
The hazards of walking to and from work #runkeeper
Working Time
Internet routing pedestrian style
