Child of the Planet

I took these photos years ago when I was living in Islington. I didn't remember the address when I uploaded these to Flickr, so I found the cemetery by locating where I used to live in Islington, then scrolling the map along the route I used to take to get to the cemetery (I used Google maps cause Yahoo's maps don't zoom down far enough.) So cool all the red buses chocking up the streets. This cemetery is in Stoke Newington, and looking at the names of the roads around the cemetery, I reckon this must have had a important building nearby. The grounds were amazingly overgrown, and it looked like some recent hacking to clear out path had occurred. It was like discovering a lost city, in the middle of London.

Entry for September 21, 2006: Knowing the way to San José isn’t the problem. It’s getting away! This is our second day moored to the dock. There has been a storm warning out in the Med. Despite the alert we set out early this morning. We were all tired of hanging around the port. Once outside the breakwater, the swell was pretty choppy and I inquired of the captain, as to whether we would use the possible evacuation of my stomach as an indication that we should head back? His reply was that ‘a decent percentage’ of the crew hanging over the railing would be more persuasive then just my discomfort. Once out there, the captain cruised around a bit, and got concerned that the ship was going to suffer some damage, when she slid into the troughs, and slammed through the oncoming waves, so we headed back to port. Rather then mooching around the boat and surrounding harbor, we all were appointed Boat maintenance jobs. Some people bitched a bit, but I was hanging (not