Canal Walk Reprisal

I had decided as it was a nice evening to go to Camden Town and walk once again along the Regent’s Canal to Islington. There were two reasons for this, one to get some fresh air and two there were bits I’d written about which I didn’t understand.
It was about 4pm when I started my walk but straight away I paused to watch two canal boats enter into the lock and go up river. Although there is one thing which mystifies me, as the canal goes down river until it reaches the Thames, how come the canal does not empty out of water? I shall investigate and let you know.
Eventually I walked on and the canal is quite sparse apart from a few flats and rounding a bend there was a large new block of flats but in its shelter were a few old terraced houses.
At last I espied what I was looking for, it was a pub I’d noticed last time which had a door opening onto the canal towpath and hence I walked up the stairway to the road and looked across the bridge to the pub and realized I was on the only access to the towpath because to get onto the towpath on the other side of the bridge would mean entering the pub, walking through it onto the garden and down to the towpath and I do not think the pub landlord would be very happy about the pub being used as an access to the towpath.
Further along I came across the St Pancras Lock Keepers old house but I have no idea what it is used for now. I then had to walk on a kind of floating decking which was a most peculiar feeling, almost like being on a small boat. I think floating decking is there because of work being carried out on the old towpath.
Eventually I arrived at what I was looking for a café on the opposite side of the canal and alongside it was a canal boat which may or may not have been serving food and drinks, but I would presume that it is all part of the large café which is on the ground floor of a block of flats.
Alongside this was a vast bay which had canal boats moored alongside one other and in the rear of the bay was what I can only suppose were once warehouses but have now been converted to flats with a balcony overlooking the canal bay.
Eventually I arrived at the penultimate bridge on the canal walk and hence walked up the steps to the Thornhill Bridge which has delightful designs cast into its side and walking past it I arrived at the Canal public house, from the canal towpath I had seen people stood outside and above the canal on a balcony. Passing the pub I thought it looked expensive but I was now on the Caledonian Road and had an idea that it would lead me to Kings Cross.
I was correct in my assumption and arriving at Kings Cross I was shocked, for what had once been a cinema now appears to be under repair or will it be converted into flats? Adjacent to it is what used to be the Lighthouse Building, so called as it has a small replica of a lighthouse upon the top of the building. This building has scaffolding up its sides and I could see through the vague covering and noticed that the inside has gone, more flats perhaps or will it become offices? Who knows but all it will be is a facade of its former self.
There were lots of Transport Police dotted about (presumably because of football fans from up north). I walked back to a courtyard, wondering what I would find inside. It was a pub come restaurant but at least I was able to walk through the courtyard and back onto the main road.
I carried on walking to Euston station and past an air vent which was presumably from the underground as I got a blast of hot air. Passing Euston station I turned right entering Euston Road where I then turned right again by a public house and ended up in Drummond Street which I knew from my days as a photographer and was amazed to find a photography shop still there. Unlike Laurence Corner which used to house a large government surplus shop, but now I am not sure what is in there.
I could see ahead of me a police car blocking one half of the road I crossed over walking past what had once been a temperance hospital but has been empty now for a good many years.
Further on by a block of flats I could see a white car with its back caved in and debris over the other side of the road and up by the traffic lights was a small black car with its off side pointing into the kerb. Whatever had happened it looks as if the black car had hit the white car at quite a speed, A few people went close to the white car and photographed it they were told off by the police but on the opposite side of the road was a man seated on the barrier who was being questioned by the police.
Walking on I checked my money, I had enough for three pints and hence I headed off into the Elephants Head, said Hello to the bouncer and wandered over to the bar and ordered a pint of beer. I looked around and there were a group of women sat on a bench but at the far end it looked empty, I said to the dark haired lady at the end,
“Is anyone sat here?”
“No, they’ve gone.”
I sat down and listened to the music, there was a lady DJ whom I’ve seen before and she played rock n roll and rockabilly. This was changed to reggae and blue beat but when soul music came on I started dancing with a black lady whose boyfriend wasn’t dancing, but afterwards her boyfriend and I chatted for a bit.
A very portly lady came in and I’ve seen her before and her boyfriend who looks Oriental and wears a hat doesn’t dance. She was dancing to rock and roll and I joined her for a jive, we then went our separate ways. I did gesticulate to her if she wanted to dance with me, but she was back on her own jiggling away.
I went outside for some air and one of the ladies whom I’d been sat with approached me and said, “Do you know where I can draw out some money?”
“Sure there’s a few banks down the road. Would you like me to show you?”
“Yes please.”
We chatted and she offered to buy me a drink but I declined saying, “No it’s a bit expensive.”
It transpired that she and the dark haired lady come from Borehamwood in fact the dark haired lady moved from Wigan to Borehamwood and I told her that my cousin had moved the other way round, from Borehamwood to Wigan.
I ‘d arrived at the pub just before eight and left just before eleven. I felt pleased with myself as I’d only had four pints plus done a bit of dancing. The dark haired lady bought me a pint, in case you think I’ve got my sums wrong and yes I had really enjoyed myself.

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