I continued my circumnavigation of the city on Sunday with this relatively easy nine mile stretch. Perhaps the most unusual sight was the community of wild parakeets at Hanwell. Walking through woods surrounded by the exotic calls of these beautiful creatures, I could have been in the tropics.
Later I got put in my place when a bearded man, probably in his sixties, strode past. He asked where I was going.
'I'll probably stop at Greenford.' I responded with some pride.
'Oh, I'm going to Stoke Newington.' and he went on his way, which was more than three times the length of the walk I was doing...