A brace of Aylesburys

Well today I took the plunge, I went off to find some Aylesburys, (or Aylesburies, or Aylesburi we will have to work on this). I had spent the weekend feeling rubbish. Not literally feeling rubbish, I had a bin by my bed for a reason, and that reason was not to run my fingers caressingly through its contents. So today was Bank Holiday Monday and I had the choice of looking at a stately home in a place not called Aylesbury or going off to find some Aylesbury. Seeing as I can get to London for free and London contains quite a lot of Aylesburys I decided that this would be my best option to start with, rather than the one in Canada, which would mean that I wouldn't be back in time for work tomorrow.
I caught the train after saying hello to the booking office clerks in Aylesbury station, Mark and Phil (in their correct alphabetical order) and settled down to the journey. A nagging feeling came over me, What will I say to people when they ask what I am doing? What shall I do when I get there?
I also fell uneasy at this staggering new wind of change, watching the plastic hanging baskets not empty their contents over the station concourse. This was a new era, and I could feel it coming.
Whilst on the train I had a thought that would double the capacity of Britain's railways, run trains on two wheels instead of 4. Then you could have twice as many trains going up and down the lines.
Having solved the UK's transport problems I arrived in Marylebone and headed straight for the tube. and went to Bromley South Station, round a couple of corners and to the great sight infront of me.

The sun was shining and if there was no fanfare, there should have been, the birds around did a good job anyway. I was delighted, what a beautiful street! I had a little walk down it and had a look round. There were two children trying to get a football from underneath a car, parked next to two signs, NO PARKING and NO BALLGAMES. There are 48 numbers on Aylesbury Road, however it is much bigger, comprising another set of houses along its length and a school, St Marks, which incidentally is the same name of a school in Aylesbury, (Bucks). I was so happy.
My antics caught the attention of some builders and they asked me if I was looking for a particular number, here was the crunch moment. No I said I was just looking for the street. They passed the comment off without a moment's thought, obviously a pair of intelligent builders who understood what I was doing and knew that is what they should be doing as well.
Having found this Aylesbury, I traveled to Elephant and Castle on the hunt for my next sighting. This was a slightly rougher area of London, but was interesting to see all the same. Lots of different people and shops. I went through Liverpool Grove and then Burton Grove and found myself my next sighting. It was beautiful, the housing around that area had a feeling of great community and care, especially with the blossom on the trees and Aylesbury Road Southwark seems to be no exception.

The erroneous visitors, except for myself, obviously, were two political party members cold-calling the street to see if they could swing any votes, who eyed me with suspicion as I strolled along, people who are suspicious of the prescence of others, obvously must be doing something shifty. I found at the end of the road, a public house, now made private, The Queen Anne and a Chippy. Aylesbury road is on the very boundary of two housing areas, as I have said already, the lovely 1900 ish houses and huge 1960s tower blocks which block the sky line and you can see in the background of the photo. There were 74 houses on this street and, although in surroundings which don't feel too safe, I think was a most pleasant place.
So all in all I went home very happy.