Having passed some very secure looking bicycle sheds, most likely for the station, we entered Finsbury Park through one of the side entrances. We immediately heard loud screaming and music from the other side of the park, which we soon discovered was a fairground which had been set up. The park was very busy, mostly with young children and parents taking advantage of the mild weather and the few days of holiday remaining.
We progressed through the park, stopping for over 5 minutes to wait for one of those massive fairground attractions swing around.
We continue on North-East through the park, past the bustling adventure playground and the small lake, deciding quickly not to take the opportunity for to rent a rowing boat.
Here we meet the Capital Ring path, which I have walked much of already. My friend tells me here that all the signs along the Capital Ring route have the distance marked to Woolwich Foot Tunnel, although you would probably need a bit more than a sign post if you are actually considering walking there.
We head into the more residential parks of the area, past several regeneration projects and light industrial sites, and along the New River. This artificially built waterway opened in the 1613 and runs from near Hertford down to Stoke Newington. It was originally built and used to supply drinking water from the River Lee and other local springs in Chadwell and Amwell to London. Unfortunately, this section was rather unkempt and had quite a bit of litter, although the ducks were friendly.
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We head past some relatively undesirable council estates, towards some more, uh, council estates, although at this point there are also two reservoirs and a weird building across the waterway to admire.
We come across some other teenagers playing football on the other side of the fence, although they end up kicking the ball right into the tree above as we pass by. We spend five minutes breaking several branches trying to get it down for them, which in hindsight was probably not the best thing to do seeing that we damaged the tree and did not even get a ‘thank you’ afterwards. Oh well.
In Part 3, the nicer West Reservoir complete with Waterside Apartments, boating, sailing, kayaking, my phone’s accelerometer goes crazy, people abseiling down an old water tower, ice cream, a roundabout bus park and eventually those marshes mentioned in the title.