Cody Kiosk

As the sun was shining I contacted my pals to see if anyone fancied a pedal down to Cody Dock at Canning Town. A meet up was duly arranged and we arrived at the coffee trailer in distanced pairs. 

This exploded phone booth proved irresistible to the climber in the club who has to scramble up anything challenging when he encounters it.

This afternoon I wanted to get up on to the roof two doors along where they are laying new  felt. It could have been great - the flaming gas torch melting the tar with a dusky backdrop of London at twighlight. But it's three stories up a steep ladder and I was banned from making the ascent. Probably prudent with one week to go and the hospitals overloaded. So we will never know what might have been.