This is the sight that greeted me as I walked along Paddington Basin the other week. Amongst the gleaming high rise office towers and corporate drinking dens, there’s a part of London that still sticks to a bygone age. Coal fires. Emptying a latrine. All that good stuff. I spoke to the owner of one of the boats as I passed.
“How long you been here, mate?”
“Oh, about eight days. Can’t stay longer than two weeks though”
“Where you off to next?”
“Back up to Birmingham.”
“And how long’ll that take you”
“Ooh..about a couple of months”
What a life. One night you’re in the middle of a metropolis, the next you could be on the banks of an unlit field in Hertfordshire. Makes you think anyway. W