ealing broadway, originally uploaded by suetek.

A sunny morning at the far end of the Central and District lines, after a hearty breakfast at the rather wonderful Walpole Cafe with velvetdahlia, artnouveauho and psychonomy.  Stuffed myself with mash, bubble and squeak and lashings of gravy.  There's an elephant buried under one of the streets we trundled our luggage past.

Tube line used to go all the way out to Slough in earlier years.