Camden market

Leaning over the balcony the flotsam and jetsom passed below like tumble weed, drifting on the wind, humanity  aimlessly moving up and down the Camden High Street. Short ones, fat ones, tall ones, all colours, the typical multicultural society, on the move, doing its thing on a hot Sunday afternoon.
We had been to a Permaculture event which was not my normal cup of tea but I went along to make up the numbers and meet a lot of tree huggers. The life of the "worm" and the importance of breeding the little guys was dealt with in some detail, including how to drain their wee !!    Growing foodstuff in "containers" on the balcony seemed a good idea, much neared than Tesco but, as always, when it comes to out-thinking nature one has to balance the soil with this and that,  not too much of this and a little more of that. The people were engrossed, the questions flowed but apparently this was low level stuff and my warders hurried me off to do some shopping.
Camden a trinket Mecca, the smells of spice, the exotic Indian silk fabrics tumbling in colourful folds from the rolls of cloth, hand made this and that, its all there, a magnet for the casual shopper.
The Northern Line was closed for maintenance, and we had to rely on the bus service which had been laid on.
Being on the surface instead of being underground is much more problematic. The contest for road and the pavement, on going, and very tiring. Where to get on and where to get off is not as simple. The buildings hem one in and other than the Post Office Tower you soon become confused.
The simplicity of the tube, hop on and your there,with its famous directional map is like magic, and very comforting, 

Soon we began to hanker after sleepy,secure Bishop's Stortford, a pub meal and civilisation !!!