It’s a bad day to be biking. It’s windy and a bit rainy. A blanket grey sky of varying intensity looms on the horizon. I am regretting even getting out of the door, but I have to, otherwise I could just keep post-phoning each and every trip. I must move on with this project. Today’s planned journey will take me high up north.

My coordinates have been carefully programmed into the GPS device. I am on the road and moving along nicely, a smooth ride past Stockwell and Oval, towards London Bridge to photograph the first waypoint, which dictates the arrival and departures in and out of London City Airport. A group of boys are practicing their skateboarding skills by jumping out from a tall set of stairs and failing miserably at landing on their feet.

I move on quickly surrounded by tourists and head up town towards waypoint holby, a key waypoint in the newly established noise-restriction approach program into Heathrow. holby is located at the side of a street. A group of girls are walking past me talking on their phones and listening to some variant of pop music. No one pays any attention to me. I photograph from the waypoint aiming my camera at the entrance at what looks like an abandoned convenience store. I continue as rain starts to drizzle down. My next destination is much further along, again on a sidewalk. Three dogs from a neighbouring house bark simultaneously as I get off my bike. I leave quickly after taking the necessary pictures.

Sometimes I feel a bit like a criminal, as I always perform my thing rather swiftly and disappear from the scene quickly. I would rather prefer not having explain to the cops or anyone for that matter, what the hell it is I am doing. The next waypoint is uphill in Barnet, which takes me through Swiss Cottage. It looks so depressing in the rain. I am glad I don’t live up here. I don’t pay much attention to anything around me. My eyes are firmly focused on the road ahead and the traffic around me. My tires are too smooth for this kind of riding and I have to get myself a pair of mudguards. I arrive at waypoint lle20 located in the middle of a little green field between a couple of small off-license shops.

Technically I was supposed to have continued my trip further up north to lle25 but the sky looks increasingly threatening and I am in no mood for a rain race. I decide to turn around and head back towards town where I stop to photograph one final point, finch before stopping off for a pit stop in Finsbury Park.