Cycled up to King's Cross earlier. My god, it's the fortress of invulnerability when it comes to cyclists. It's moated by multi-laned traffic-snarled roads. Fortunately everything was at a halt. A splendid example of British cycling infrastructure, major train stations with no obvious means to cycle to or from them.
If you're coming up from Blackfriars direction there's a quiet route via Fleet Street, Fetter lane, Red Lion Street, Brunswick Sq and Argyle Street which brings you out opposite Pancras Road where you have your own dedicated cycle crossing to get you over 8 lanes of motionless traffic.
I sort of knew there were paths (having worked in the area since the Jurassic – though the mothership moves to the South Bank in 2017, an entire new planet), but I could find them and it wasn't so obviously signposted so I forged on over Blackfriars and up Farringdon Rd. It was doubly complicated as I had to get to Crinan St on the other side on KX. As it turned out, taking the Brommie rather than the Northern Line meant I was at my meeting half an hour early. It's amazing how quick you can get around London a bike. Fifteen minutes at amble pace from London Bridge to KX. That time in the morning it would have taken longer to get on a Northern Line train.
Got beeped by a white van on the way home. I was in the middle of the lane waiting at the lights (mostly can't be arsed pushing through, and in this case there was a bus being towed in front) at the south end of Figges Marsh in benighted Mitcham.
You're in the way, the driver shouts. I give it a few seconds and say that
indeed, yes, I am and leave it at that. I recommend this approach rather than getting shouty. Just say something that has no clear response. It's like sticking a broomstick through their metal spokes.
There does indeed seem to be a cycle path forming through Mitcham Common. I assume unfinished though there were no clear signs of activity, as there's no signage, white paint or easy means to leap onto it. Also, it manages not to connect with anything at every end, as a cyclist I presume you'd have to arise
de novo from the common itself.