When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life

London – Sunday 1 June 2025

Having only recently announced I wasn’t going to write any more posts, I feel a little embarrassed to be posting so soon. In my defence I wrote this the day after the walk, and well before the self imposed end. I also mostly finished writing a post about a visit to London’s ‘Isokon’ building, so that may also appear. I’m still stuck on Delhi though.

It’s a rare day when friends or family come to London from New Zealand. Long gone are the halcyon days when we were young and free of mortgages and houses and children and family, friends or ourselves were in good, robust health. Travel is hard and expensive. It was just so nice to have far away friends visit.

M and B are visiting London for a few days as M has a conference to attend, they both lived here, like I did in the 80s, but not exactly at the same time as I was here, though we did cross paths, I think. M visited us a few years back and we did a great Sunday London walk through some of my favourite parts of the inner city, if you can ever define London’s inner city. M wanted to do another Sunday walk on this visit so Eleanor and I arranged to meet them at a café near Holborn tube station. Which of course, it being a Sunday, meant the café was closed.

Other than closed cafés and pubs Sunday is my favourite city walking day, it’s just so much quieter than other days, especially in the morning; a quiet walk is a good walk. We were blessed with the weather; it was neither hot nor cold, perfect for knocking off a 12km walk.

Eleanor and I had been up until 1am, so were in need of the coffee we expected to find at our meeting point, fortunately there was an open café not too far away and the coffee and almond croissant were both welcome and enjoyable. Suitably refreshed we set off on what I hoped would be the interesting walk I’d planned in my head.

Our first stop was Sir John Soane Museum on Lincoln’s Inn Fields. I stumbled on it a few years ago when my son was first here, loved it and have been planning on a revisit ever since. Having visitors was the perfect excuse. The ‘house’ is actually three houses that Sir John joined together to house not just himself and his family, but also the vast collection of ‘stuff’ he had accumulated through his and others travels. He was an architect and his collection of art, sculpture, furniture and architectural models reflect his wide curiosity and interest in things historic and beautiful. It is rammed with stuff, a lot of which are plaster casts of original works left in the countries they belong in. I took a lot of photos.

Like me, he also loved ruins, and I find it strange that 200 years ago that some of the ruins I see now were ruins back then; though of course some of those places have been ruins for hundreds of years.

The house was left as a museum when he died in 1837 and is pretty much as it was back then. He was a very well known, and powerful figure; he managed to get a law passed in parliament before he died the “Sir John Soane’s House Museum Act 1833” to prevent his possessions being inherited by his son, who he hated. Not many civilians get a law passed to support their pet grievance. As much as he disliked his son, he was besotted by his wife who died quite young. We had a great chat with one of the volunteers working there who talked about some of the images of his wife that adorned the walls.

It’s an absolute wonder of a museum and we spent a good hour there. I was glad everyone liked it as it sort of set the tone for the rest of the walk.

I took us on a fairly meandering path through Lincoln’s Inn Fields park, where the plane trees destroyed my sinuses, even though I take antihistamine tablets and use a spray; they are lovely trees, but evil.

I digress, I took us on a meandering path through the park then down to Fleet St, and then back up into the old London alleys that link the major roads and are always deserted. I wanted to walk past Dr Johnson’s house and the famous saying that heads this post. Though it was open, we didn’t go in. Not much was going to top Sir John’s pad.

“When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life”. A sentiment I heartily agree with, which explains why I live here and not New Zealand.

While I had an overall plan for the walk there were a few sections where I had no specific route in mind, so we took in a bit of Farringdon then up to St Barts hospital and the scene of a few gruesome 14^th century executions, such as William Wallace (you need to look him up yourself if you don’t know who is. Think Mel Gibson with a blue face, actually don’t, ignore that prick). We stopped in the Barbican, my favourite place in London for a brief visit and a light lunch.

It was a straight run north from the Barbican to a short section of the Regents Canal, before it disappeared into the Islington Tunnel.

We sort of followed the canal over ground before joining it again when it reappeared back from the gloom. I take most visitors to London on a walk along the canals, they’re a bit of London that not too many people, even Londoners, appreciate. Though the paths have got much busier over the years, they are still a great way to connect interesting bits of the city, avoiding traffic filled, stinking, roads.

We followed the canal to Kings Cross where we stopped for a well earned and refreshing drink (beer) at the fabulous Spiritland.

We were now almost on the last leg of the walk, with the final stop at St Pancras Old Church and the ‘Hardy Tree’, which I discovered was no longer there. Reading about it as I wrote this, I found that it had blown down in 2022. In 1866 the writer, Thomas Hardy worked for the railways moving gravestones around St Pancras Cemetery as some of it had been purchased to build a new train station. Hardy supposedly stacked gravestones around a tree in a section of the cemetery that was to remain in use. This image is from when I visited in 2016.

Sadly, it’s now just a sad looking collection of headstones buried among a dense clump of bramble and weeds. Apparently a new tree has been planted, though I imagine I will not get to see it in its full glory. At least the stones are still there.

We walked back towards the British Museum as M and B were staying nearby and said our goodbyes, then Eleanor and I headed back to Holborn for the tube back home.

It was a great day out. The walk was a success. it was fab spending some time with M and B. I love showing visitors, and myself, bits of London that are slightly off the beaten track.