An exploration of the trees of Nunhead and some other thoughts.
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Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Bleak, Snowy Peckham Rye
The trains are intermittent (translated: only the ones I don't want are moving), some buses are breaking down (their drivers want to go home), and the snow on the Rye makes it look bleak and washed out...
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