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Old walks on the New River

20 years ago I started a project that involved walking the buried rivers of London while high on extra strength lager. I chose this technique because in those days I was curious but also perhaps a bit lazy and wanted an instant hit of insight into the rhythms and invisible boundaries of the city. 
At the moment on our quick morning walks I’m revisiting some of the nearby routes I used to do back then – especially the Highbury back streets, the Brownswood area to the east of Green Lanes and the New River loop around Woodberry Down – noticing the rise and fall of the ground, the light, the sounds and the smells, the age of the buildings. Most days I haven’t even had a coffee before we set out.  Maybe I’m more relaxed than I used to be.

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