This shop on Rye Lane has been closing down for as long as I can remember. It must be in excess of 10 years. It’s like a Frank Sinatra farewell tour. Of course, it’s a plea for attention: I may not be here tomorrow, so shop today. But shoppers know this is a case of crying wolf in order to shear the sheep. (A metaphor too many?) One day, though, it will come true.
This cat is another of Peckham’s characters and can often be seen on Rye Lane outside an African shop to which, I believe, it belongs. Its habit has been to sprawl (elegantly) on the pavement oblivious to shoppers, buggies, trollies, etc. One is forced to step around it, as one might with royalty. But the other day, it appears the cat met with a belligerent dog and the cat came off worse. At first it was rumoured to have been killed. It wasn’t but it was seriously injured and now has a patchwork of stitches on its chest. Last time I saw the cat it was resting close to the shop, out of harm’s way.
Colour is so important to us. See a cheery one, a dismal one, a dull one, and it’ll do something to your mood. Elevate it or depress it perhaps. And here’s this lady in a resplendent pink with a bit of dazzle standing against some in-your-face posters. She’s waiting for a bus at the top of Rye Lane. Going where? Nunhead, Forest Hill, New Cross, Sydenham: they’re all up the road. Different roads… some of them start from here.