A warm and pleasant day, Mrs. Commuter busy with music making in Sheffield so what better way to celebrate the continued ownership of a Boris card (free travel anywhere on the trains in London) than by going right around the city on the (fairly) new Overground system.
For those unfamiliar with London, the Overground comprises a group of train routes previously part of the national rail network together with what used to be the East London Line that was one of the oldest sections of the misleading named Underground (the core of the London Transport system). The Overground, which is indeed almost entirely running on surface tracks rather than tunnels, has its own distinct trains using overhead electric pick-ups, and unlike the normal tube lines which basically go from A to B with the odd spur going to C, it provides a rather bewildering choice of routes with several spurs branching off from the two main lines - one the straight line from Watford to Euston (which shares much of the track with the Bakerloo) and the circular route which itself is comprised of two bits, Clapham Junction to Highbury through South and East London, and Clapham Junction to Highbury via Willesden Junction (where it crosses the Watford/Euston) route and crossing North London also arrives at Highbury. So you can go right around London, clockwise or anti as you choose, but you have to make at least one change depending on where you start from.
With me so far? It doesn't really matter. I left beautiful Ruislip at 2pm and returned at 5:30. The circuit took just under two hours and the rest was needed for my cunning route to Northwick Park, the short walk to Kenton and then the Overground down to Willesden Junction to start the Great Circle route. Included in this was a sort of railway connoisseur's bonus - a final frustrating fifteen minute hold up on the Met due to a signal failure, requiring us to pass the benighted piece of unhelpful metal with a red light showing, which forces the emergency brakes on.
This trip highlighted some of the unloveliest parts of London, with special emphasis on railway yards, disused warehouses, streets of dense terracing, and huge areas of factory and light industrial buildings. But it also featured fascinating views of the Shard, looming across the suburbs of South London in way reminiscent of Mount Everest seen from miles away in Tibet ( which I was privileged to do in 1986), the amazing railway architecture of Willesden Junction station where one part of the Overground crosses beneath the platforms of another and the lovely crossing of the River Thames near Chelsea Harbour where the line swings round in a huge curve into Clapham Junction.
The entire trip was some 42 miles averaging 12 mph - not particularly fast and the Overground trains rarely reached the sort of decent speed that the Met can manage (on a good day, not today) but then why should it? Nearly all of my fellow passengers were only on it for a few stops. A lot came and went at Kensington and at Brompton, for the exhibition centres at Olympia and Earl's Court, and the area round Peckham seemed popular. Nobody seemed to be commuting but then, in the early part of a Friday afternoon, hardly surprising.
The most intriguing of my fellow passengers was the young man wearing a rucksack, with a helmet crammed in on top, and sporting a huge coil of mountaineering rope complete with a couple of karabiners. He even seemed to have either a piton or an ice-screwdriver poking out of his trouser pocket. I wish him luck - the high passes of New Cross can be pretty tricky this time of the season and only a fool would tackle the north face of the Gherkin without sherpas.