London Barry and his ‘Ernia

I am in London, having collected Barry from the Spire Brentwood, post his double ‘ernia, as he calls it. He is not an easy patient. Now walking like a very old man, banana position he calls it, he still enthrawls me with his east end ways, in equal measure to driving me round the bend.

It was Steve Wright in the afternoon who said his comfort food was shepherds pie, so that’s what it became, a batch of comfort food.

I did find a time to investigate the beginning of an Epping walk, although I am feeling age and ossifying joints. Bush wood was a joy. Old oaks, and hornbeams.