Especially me, since I got two fantastic walks through adorable and not inner-city neighbourhoods on the way to and fro.
Particular favourites of the journey to Orpington include this delightfully literal gem of a street name:
(Well, I'm assuming its literal. I didn't actually *see* the gravel pit one assumes is the namesake for this route.)
Also this sign and complex name:
So many delightful things are happening in this photo. Putting aside my newfound desire to live at Lancelot Court on Avalon Road, I have learned that "fly tipping" refers to dumping large objects on the street - curbside deposit of sofas and whatnot. The pupils and I had a great giggle when I asked them to explain it to me and I introduced the American collegiate practice of cow-tipping to them.
You learn something new every day, folks.