Hunger Pains 5#

We left him at the gates of Poplar Dock to join the queue of lorries waiting for the dockers to finish yet another tea break to offload.
Don’t ask me how we got to Dover as getting out of London was an alien experience; filthy air, tatty markets, and interminable rows of run down terraced houses sprawling in every direction. Feeling ravenous we bypassed the eel and pie house in Deptford after just a glimpse of the slimy beast and vomit inducing green liquor. Drawn by the sign ‘bargain salmon’ we ventured into the fish and chip shop next door.