Wandering along the streets of Stratford on the Monday of the long Jubilee weekend I couldn't help notice that the streets were eerily quiet. Hardly anything moved and you could hear the wind in the trees. Odd? I thought that Stratford would be gripped with patriotic fervour!
But it wasn't.
At least not on the Monday.
So, I wandered..
past empty barber shops,
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past quiet houses, |
with photos of the Queen in windows
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There was no-one to talk to.. |
and on doors.
So, I decided to walk back to the station,
and took a train
out of the Olympic Wonderland.
