Rushed

The shops along Rye Lane (essentially Peckham High Street) fascinate me. Except during the height of the summer, when the smell of truly unfeasibly cheap chicken warming gently can make me, a foie gras snuffler, contemplate veganism. I have gagged walking along that road.

Anyway...

It means there are plenty of blip opportunities. But there are plenty of well armed butchers. So this one just taken on the fly as I rushed to pick up littl'un. Surprisingly clear given the speed I was going at.

I think Rye Lane will become a study.