{"id":2313,"date":"2012-04-15T20:34:18","date_gmt":"2012-04-15T20:34:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sunpig.com\/mt-entry-2313.html"},"modified":"2014-01-05T20:32:03","modified_gmt":"2014-01-05T20:32:03","slug":"walking-through-london","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/2012\/04\/15\/walking-through-london\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking through London"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/6465697-the-midnight-mayor\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/images\/2012\/midnight-mayor.jpg\" class=\"left\" \/><\/a>I just finished reading <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kategriffin.net\/\">Kate Grifin&#8217;s<\/a> <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/6465697-the-midnight-mayor\">The Midnight Mayor<\/a><\/i>, and last week I read <a href=\"http:\/\/www.christopherfowler.co.uk\/blog\/\">Christopher Fowler&#8217;s<\/a> <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/7348101-bryant-may-off-the-rails\">Bryant &#038; May Off The Rails<\/a><\/i>. Both books are love letters to London. They revel in the thick layers of history, above ground and below. The city is a living thing, metaphorically for Arthur Bryant and John May, and literally for Matthew Swift, the protagonist of Kate Griffin&#8217;s series. In both cases, the city can be angered or appeased, coaxed and cajoled into giving up its secrets. Bryant and May, detectives, discover a vital clue in the different patterns of upholstery used on the Underground&#8217;s 12 lines; Matthew Swift, a sorcerer, uses the Underground&#8217;s terms and conditions of carriage as a powerful magical ward to defend himself.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/7348101-bryant-may-off-the-rails\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/images\/2012\/off-the-rails.jpg\" class=\"right\" \/><\/a>I&#8217;ve never lived in London, only visited, and so I only know it through the eyes of a tourist. But my most vivid memories of the city are of <em>walking<\/em> through it, not of the shopping or glitzy attractions.<\/p>\n<p>Walking around Covent Garden when Abi and I took the train down from Edinburgh on day in the late 90s, just to have lunch at Belgo&#8217;s, and coffee with James. Walking from my hotel near Victoria to the QEII conference centre in the mornings and back again in the evenings, in June 2006 for the @Media conference; a steady soundtrack of <i>At War With The Mystics<\/i> by The Flaming Lips on my iPod. Walking from Waterloo to the Tower with Abi &amp; the kids, and Jules &amp; Becca; deciding that we were too tired to visit, so camping out at a nearby Starbucks for a cool frappucino instead. Walking from Victoria to Southwark last September for lunch with Bora, because it was a glorious day, and I had the time; gazing up in awe at the Shard under construction.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m more than a little tempted to plan a holiday in London solely for the purpose of walking the city, North to South, East to West. Not planning for any stops along the way; just taking it as it comes. Getting underway before dawn, and watching the city come to life around me. Lunch from a sandwich shop, dinner from a chippie. I don&#8217;t know how far I&#8217;d get, or what I&#8217;d see; I don&#8217;t actually know the city that well; but that&#8217;s part of the point. To walk, to see, to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I just finished reading Kate Grifin&#8217;s The Midnight Mayor, and last week I read Christopher Fowler&#8217;s Bryant &#038; May Off The Rails. Both books are love letters to London. They revel in the thick layers of history, above ground and below. The city is a living thing, metaphorically for Arthur Bryant and John May, and &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/2012\/04\/15\/walking-through-london\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Walking through London&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2313"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2313\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2353,"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2313\/revisions\/2353"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}