It was last week that I arranged to stay at a friends house in order to watch some amazing English football. Always one to forsee an inevitable evening of frustration, heavy alcohol intake, bad language, and an obscure sense of relief. I decided to run to his house from work through Regents Park, and along the Regents Canal into Islington.
It was over 8km in length, and was done in a failry slow time for what I would like. I've decided to put that down to having to stop at road crossings, and because I was enjoying stopping to take pictures along the route too often.
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