I am the only guest at breakfast at 8 this morning – excellent service; full English – toast [white] Anchor and Golden Shred. They mostly cater for working people – their trade is helped by the proximity of the A120, along which I watch National Express and red buses heading south. This, probably, is the old pilgrim route, but I shall keep to byways and footpaths as soon as I can.
The Green, such as it was, it obliterated by a roundabout and a large MacDonald's, once a road-house, judging by the architecture.
The child is off to school, and is brought in to say hallo/goodbye – and I must set off too, up the hill to Eltham proper, the bus maps will be a continued reassurance in a largely featureless suburban landscape.