Epping

A friend came round for lunch, and after a rather lengthy meal, we decided to go to Epping, which is right at the end of the Central line, and then do some walking in the forest.

It was fine when we left, and just the right sort of weather for walking, but by the time we reached Epping, it was raining steadily.   Nor heavily, as in a shower that will soon be over, but solidly - the sort of whoer that can last all afternoon.   And it did!.

We walked up to the High Street from the station, which would have been quite a pleasant walk on a sunny day, but not so pleasant when you need a brolly.   Some of the houses on either side of the road were quite palatial, with huge gardens in the front and a general air of money - though not quite the sort of money you would need to live in houses like that in London.

Once we got to the High Street, we walked along looking for things like museums to visit, as there didn't seem much chance of walking in the forest.   The church, although it looked old and interesting, was firmly locked, so that was out.   I believe there is normally a market in the High Street, but there was no sign of one - the stallholders had probably packed up, as there were so few people around and everything would have got decidedly wet.

So we just settled for a nice hot cup of tea in a cafe before getting the train back home.