Following on from the Blog of yesterday:-

#1108 theoldmortuary ponders.

The second longer walking part of our adventure and my commuting route took us along what has been known as the South Bank since 1951.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Bank

As a family I have walked this area all my life. My parents were great supporters of the Festival Hall and the Southbank Centre.

Even until fairly recent times it was possible to find free or very cheap parking spaces close to the South Bank of the River Thames.

Tate Modern a Contemporary Art Gallery occupies Bankside Power station. The point at which my walking commute took me over the river towards St Pauls Cathedral and Barts Hospital behind it.

My childhood walk was not as glam or easy as the South Bank currently is. Much of the area was still quite industrial and there were many bomb sites following the Second world war.

My favourite house location in all of London are rare 17th century survivors of redevelopment and Hitler.

Cardinal’s Wharf | A survivor of 18th century Bankside amidst two London landmarks

When Hugo was young we trained him to walk off the lead along the South Bank. The Globe Theatre was a favourite spot for a wee.

Unusually he did not wee here yesterday, but still chose a location with a similar theme.

The South Bank has also seen us on numerous riotous work nights out.  Not for us the dark nights around Christmas.  A mid-Summer pub crawl started at The Founders Arms not far from Waterloo Station at about 7pm and ended at The Globe Tavern about 12 hours later. There were many detours and adventures on the way. The Globe was chosen as it operated Market hours and was open to refresh the market porters of the wholesale market. Open at 6:30 in the morning.

Interesting blog below. I suspect this is the work of a blogger who did the same blogging course as me .I must check.

https://alondoninheritance.com/londonpubs/the-globe-at-borough-market/

The problem with a walk that I have done almost all of my life but with some big gaps of not walking it, is that my points of interest are entirely personal, not even particularly blog worthy I realise.

I will do better next time.

Below curvascious concrete at Tate Modern.

And a smelly reminiscence.

The old fragrance of a Power Station can be caught in the air here, a vestigia of a past life.