Midday, pork pie in hand from Paxton & Whitfield on Jermyn Street, and stood beneath the statue of Charles I in Trafalgar Square, the journey officially begins.
And on 16th August 2014
Saturday was very sunny, a little breezy, some scudding clouds and a Teutonic Forest of tourists thronging central London. Our route took us past Charing Cross, Waterloo, Southwark Cathedral and past the Southbank.
Anything goes at the Southbank Festival of Love.
Crossing Tower Bridge, the route led us past unrecognisably gentrified Wapping and felt obliged to stop for a pint at The Prospect of Whitby, allegedly the oldest pub in London dated back to 1520.
The Thames Path then leads past the stench of money at Canary Wharf down to the bottom of the testicular shaped Isle of Dogs, under the Thames to pop up in the shadow of the Cutty Sark tea clipper.
The other Cutty Sark and one I have visited more than the boat over the years.
The final stretch for the day was up the steep hill onto Blackheath and down again to Lee.
Lesson for the day: a 25 kilo rucksack is stupidly heavy.
Sunday sees the pilgrims leave the suburbs and aim to be out past the M25 to join the North Downs Way at Otford in Kent.
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