Lawrie, Jim and I met up with Margaret and Francis at Great Portland Street. We skirted Regents Park to the canal where we met up with Sheila to set off for Greenwich in some light drizzle which eventually stopped. The canal path was fairly busy with cyclists and walkers and the odd group of alcohol dependent gentlemen (not Stu and Woody) who shouted out a cheery bit of abuse as we cycled by. I was staggered by the volume of luxury canal side development that has sprung up on this side of London. Passing the building where I did my last 3 working months before freedom I was pleased to see that the smokers spot was fully occupied and in full smoke. We stopped off in Victoria Park for coffee before then leaving the canal to run along the Thames to the foot tunnel with it's No Cycling - No Loitering sign. A quick photo opportunity by the Cutty Sark before heading to the top of Greenwich Hill for sandwiches. However, the top of the hill was occupied by school parties who must have raised 2000 decibels of shreeking and screaming - I spotted a teacher lurking in the bushes fag in hand to steady her nerves. Noisy lunch completed, Margaret led us to the ferry at the O2 which we boarded back to the Embankment.