Not exactly a
wall of separation day, in the sense that the real thing is quite upsetting, and unforgetable. Today I was reminded briefly of the aparteid wall which separates the West bank from Israel. Rather, a wall keeping the Palestinians behind a vast managed ghetto like fence, manned every so often by armed soldiers. I willnever forget when our tourist coach was held up for an hour , our Palestinian Christian guide kept for hours, as we tried to get into Bethlehem.
Today I found a different separation barrier as my A to Z made it seem easy to get from King Street, Hammersmith down Weltje Road.There was no way we could get across the Great North Road , as a huge barrier ran across it.
I had planned a stroll down to the river , a bite to eat at the oldest pub in Hammersmith, and watching sunset on the Thames. We walked slowly back to King Street , and had supper at a Polish restaurant. I had Gherkin Soup and Colin had Spinach stuffed pancakes with a dill sauce and salad followed by a pastry of Poppy seeds , honey and cinnamon, and we both had the best coffee weve had for ages.
Our tour group will be on their way home to Heathrow now. I am sitting on the bed here listening to all the planes flying in, and have prayed for a safe journey home for all and I am pondering on how to get easily to the river bank .
