Some passer by thought I was mad – ‘You taking pictures of the tracks?’, but as I was hurrying down to Battersea this afternoon to deliver a CD, I caught sight of the view that used to symbolise London for me as a child. The journey from Bournemouth seemed interminable, and you thought you’d never get there. But then you’d begin to see the familiar signs and landmarks that meant you were that close to Waterloo at last. And this one was probably chief among them. Little did I know I’d end up living near there, and cycling past every day.