Plague and plinth

Our run today started with a nose around some filming going on in Smithfield - unfortunately it was only for a hand cream commercial - not sure why they needed 4 juggernauts of gear to film cream being rubbed on hands.

Mark had seen something on TV in the week about the Crossrail construction project running through the meat market. He took me to the site below, a covered up Plague mass burial pit, which may have to be disturbed to build the new railway - just when we've got through swine flu in 18 months time we will have to deal with bubonic plague.



Apparently the plague peaked in 1665 in London and was only erradicated by the Fire of London in 1666 .

The symtoms of the plague were best summed up in a popular nursery rhyme of the time:
"Ring-a-ring of roses,
A pocketful of posies,
Attischo, Attischo,
We all fall down."

Now I never knew that .

On a jollier note we were met by polka dot trees on our regular route along the river



and then by a real Angel on the Plinth.



She didn't respond well to our request to jump ..