Sunday was due to be the big day collecting stations this journey up, but this hampered by illness, everything taking longer than it should, not eating enough, irritating French waiters, forgetting the damn camera, and B's camera battery running low.

Still after seeing artnouveauho  on her merry way home across the pond for Christmas (temptingly she was going via the most westerly end of the Piccadilly Line, but with BA advising she was flying on one of the busiest days of the year, we decided it was not nice to add tubewhoring to her travel stress), a little after four we set off to knock out the East London Line and as many uncollected D&C stations en route as time would allow. The choice of route was two-fold - a) knocking out one whole entire route would be immensely satisfying (even if only nine stations, and that's even counting the now closed Shoreditch) and b) curry at Forest Hill which can be reached via mainline BR out of New Cross Gate.