LEAFY GREEN LONDON - our rescheduled short break

This is a long photo heavy post written mainly for my own purposes so I can look back and remember our short holiday.  I don't seem to have mastered the art of precis I am afraid!  I hope you will however enjoy coming with me on the walks and perhaps check out some of the links for more info should you wish.

Following last post's teaser photos you may have thought we had been somewhere rural but maybe this will give you a further clue?  We had nearly a week in London and did some exploring on foot and by bus and searching out some of the many green areas in our capital, using our bus passes, comfy shoes (not boots this time) and small daypacks - so not exactly a BBB break but similar..  This was taken on the day we arrived but it wasn't always so sunny as my photos will show but at least it was mostly dry and warm but not too hot. 

 Our first walk was a self guided one near Heathrow airport - which might seem a strange choice but it is a surprising landscape of natural scenery and historic villages.  One of these villages is Harmondsworth and I wanted to go there as Harmondsworth is where I was born and I had never been back since leaving it aged 3 weeks old and wanted to know what it was like.  We got the train from Paddington, walking distance from our hotel, to West Drayton and then the bus to Harmondsworth which as you can see is protesting against the proposed new runway at Heathrow.

Harmondsworthis quite a pretty village, one of several historic villages less than a mile from each other that lie in the shadow of Heathrow and all of them sharing an useasy relationship with the airport as you might imagine living as they do with the threat of airport expansion but at the same time taking advantage of the employment it offers.

Having visited the Harmondsworth Barn - Britain's greatest surviving ancient wooden building  - a medieval barn which John Bejetman called the  Cathedral of Middlesex we set off on our walk through the churchyard and graveyard and across a field to Saxon Lake created in what was a former gravel pit - the noise from the M4 nearby doesn't seem to worry the birds attracted here.

We walked through part of a 1960s housing estate to arrive at the entrance to Colne Valley Park formed in 1965 covering 27,500 acres and a beautiful natural corridor marred only by the background noise of vehicles and aircraft. A high-speed rail link is also proposed and would cross the park by a viaduct but only time will tell whether the High Speed link or Heathrow's expansion will go ahead.

We reached Harmondsworth Moor an area once filled with gravel pits which then were used as landfill sites and the area left derelict.  Along came British Airways wanting to build their new corporate headquarters on a site at the edge of the moor called Prospect Park.  The council's planning department would never have supported this development had it not been for the fact that BA promised to landscape and restore the moor to its natural state.  The 40 acre park opened to the public in 2000 and has won many awards with its miles of riverbanks, lakes, grassland and young woodland and it is also home to a wealth of wildlife.

 We came across many large stones dotted about the Moor and the ones in this photo form part of what is known as the Keyhole; they all come from the old Waterloo road bridge demolished in the 1930s and the stones were brought up to Harmondsworth Moor for storage and have been used in the landscaping of the Moor.

Who would think this tranquil scene is so near the busy motorway and part of Greater London.....

...... and who would believe that this lovely green and leafy lane is so close to the perimeter fence of one of the world's busiest international airports?

 But here the path goes beneath the busy main road whilst...

overhead the planes are taking off and skimming the treetops or so it seemed!  At one point we were right under the flight path not far from the end of Heathrow's northern runway why ever did I stand there so fascinated when had there been a problem with take off the plane might have ploughed into where we were standing picking blackberries and eating them as the planes set off to who knows where!  Did I envy those passengers?  No I did not I was happy on terra firma eating blackberries!

 Eventually we got bored with blackberries and overhead planes and continued towards the pretty village of Longford.  Under this bridge flows the Longford River an artificial waterway dug over 300 years ago to take water from the River Colne, which we walked along earlier, to supply Bushy Park and Hampton Court Palace and over head the ever present jumbo jets roar off to their many destinations - how do the inhabitants cope with the noise I wonder.

Next door to this quintessential English cottage was the White Horse pub where we had lunch  - I didn't take a photo of it but click here for info and pics.  I must admit that inside the noise was less intrusive but I am so glad I don't actually live in Longford.  After a sit down, a drink and a delicious sandwich lunch we made our way back to Harmondsworth going through the recreation ground which according to an entry in my baby book is where I had my first outing the day before we left for the Forest of Dean never to return till now.

 Back at the village we looked round the church (the barman/publican who we had spoken to at the White Horse had said he was a church warden here and if we were going back to Harmondsworth after lunch he would be there and would show us round.)  Which he duly did and pointed out various bits of interest.

Heathrow Airport started in 1929 as a small airfield on land southeast of the hamlet of Heathrow. Development of the whole Heathrow area as a very big airfield started in 1944, the year I was born, stated to be for long-distance military aircraft bound for the far east. But by the time the airfield was nearing completion, World War 2 had ended. The government continued to develop the airfield, as a civil airport, known as London Airport and later as Heathrow. So Harmondsworth would still have been a peaceful little village when I was last there morw than 72 years ago - couldn't find any blue plaques to commemorate my birth though!

We made the bus journey back to West Drayton and from there onwards by various buses which took ages and by the time we got back to our hotel I had had enough of free bus pass travel though we did see parts that others never reach!

Now for the ghostly trains I promised in my last post - on the Monday we did a walk which began by following a disused railway line - no trains have used these tunnels since 1970 when the tracks were lifted.and it became the Parkland Walk now a haven for wildlife with 250 species of plants and even muntjac deer living here although we didn't actually see any.

 It was a damp drizzly day when we set off to walk towards Crouch End and onwards from there.

The path runs between the ghostly deserted platforms at Crouch End - it must once have been a sizable station as the platforms were quite long -  and one could almost hear the trains and the passengers waiting on the platforms as we passed along.  Somewhere along here I must have dropped the printed pages we were following probably because I had my mac on then off then on again as the rain stopped and started and so we had to try and remember  the route and information from here on.

 We reached Finsbury Park - no photos as I was feeling a bit cross about losing the instructions! But we discovered there was an excellent cafe where we had lunch and a drink and set off again feeling better about it as after all it really didn't matter and one of the good things about walking in London is that you are never far from civilisation and bus stops so the chance of getting lost is minimal.

 By now we had left the Parkland Walk and were following the Capital Ring which is a 78 mile circular walk round the capital about 5-10 miles radius from Charing Cross (considered to be the centre of London).

The path follows the New River which is neither new nor a river but a 400 year old artificial watercourse built to bring water 40 miles from springs in Hertfordshire to Islington.  It still supplies water to the capital.  Very bucolic isn't it?  Can you believe we are in London?

Even when it passes industrial estates on the other side it is still peaceful and pleasant.

We left the path to cross a busy road whilst the "river" made its way beneath and we rejoined it here.

 

Eventually we reached a reservoir which has been turned into a nature reserve.  Do click on the link here to find out more - click on About then History to read how this once neglected resevoir which had been treated with chlorine and sodium phosphate gas to ‘clean’ the water and which was then unsurprisingly devoid of any wildlife was to have been filled in a used for building land but was saved and is now a lovely peaceful area open to the public free of charge.  I believe it opened in May of this year and I can certainly recommend a visit.

 What was originally a pump house has been turned into a lovely little cafe.

Where we sat ovelooking the reservoir with a cup of tea and a shared flapjack (last of the big spenders we are!) a moment of pure santosha!

  By now well rested and refreshed we continued our walk going now towards Clissold Park

 

Now we couldn't remember the route and so we finished up in Stoke Newington and from there got the bus.  We have since discovered that we missed Abney Park Cemetery which sounds interesting being a non-denominational burial ground  set out as a garden cemetery in 1840 and now a nature reserve too.  Since we had enjoyed our walk so much we resolved to make the Capital Ring a project and to walk all 78 miles of it - in short sections of course!  So next time we go to London we can start the next section where we left off this time and see the Cemetery then.

We however finished our walk in Stoke Newington which seemed an interesting area with plenty of individual shopsincluding this lovely garden centre and most importanly for us a bus stop where we caught the bus.

We varied our walking with a couple of city walks the first of which we did on the Sunday when we followed the trail of destruction left by the Great Fire of London which destroyed four fifths of the city 350 years ago, starting in the early hours of Sunday 2nd September 1666 and shown on the bottom of this part of the mosaic timeline on the Queenhithe Dock (incidentally the only remaining Anglo Saxon dock in the world) We used the leaflet in the link here which provides more pictures and information on the story and the walk..

Here is the Royal Exchange  now no longer used as a stock exchange as trading there ceased in 1939 when WWII broke out it now houses  an exclusive retail centre with restaurants, cafes over 30 stores selling luxurious brands. In other words a temple to consumerism!

 This one is The Bank of England  and

...this is  The Guildhall - a fairytale castle of a building.

Here is St Mary le Bow whose famous Bow Bells are credited with having persuaded Dick Whittington to turn back and remain in London to become Lord Mayor and within whose sound aa true Cockney must be born.

 I love this area just behind St Pauls cathedral so tranquil whilst all the tourists are to be found milling about at the front!  The building you see here was completed in 1710 to replace the original destroyed in the fire and stood as a symbol of hope, resiliance and strength for the City. 

Although many people are aware that Pudding Lane was the starting point for the the Great Fire of London fewer know where it finally stopped - here at the corner of Cock Lane and Giltspur Street.    Although the main purpose of this 17th century memorial of a chubby boy was to mark the point where the Great Fire of London ended, it alsoacted as a warning to Londoners that their gluttony had been the cause of the fire. Why? Because the fire began in 'Pudding' Lane and ended at 'Pye' (or Pie) Corner!  Do check out the link for more on this little lad.  According to the leaflet we were following neither pudding nor pie meant anything to do with eating but "puddings" were dropped from offal carts going from the meat market on Eastcheap to the Thames and the "pie" or "pye" came from the name of the Magpie tavern which used to stand here! We finished our walk here and didn't continue to the London Museum as stated in the leaflet.

But even on this City walk we found the odd patch of greenery here and there!

And on our last full day we visited the Temple and Inns of Court particularly the gardens - yet more tranquil green spaces away from the noise and bustle of the city.

 

 And the Temple - I became interested in the Templars when we did a walk in Paris called the Templars and Medieval Paris and we tried to do this walk last year when we were in London but it was pouring with rain and we gave up and got the bus to our favourite restaurant for lunch instead!

 Inside the Temple.

 We had a sandwich lunch in Lincoln's Inn Fields, a nearby park, and foolishly perhaps decided to do another walk after lunch this time round St James but all that walking on granite pavements was much more exhausting than the green walks we had done earlier in the holiday and everything began to blur into a mixture of buildings and churches and the only things which really stood out from this walk were the Silver Vaults which I didn't like finding them claustrophobic and scary with the big heavy safe door at the entrance down in the bowels of the earth and all that silver so much that I felt rather as I do in a supermarket these days - that there is just too much and so I don't want any of it!  I couldn't wait to leave.  Though I dare say it would be the place to go if you wanted something specific and knew what you were looking for.  I give you a snapshot here in the little video.  What do you think?

And more my cup of tea the rather lovely church of St James in Picadilly - Sir Christopher Wren considered it one of his best parish churches - which seemed to me to be a living church doing what I think a Christian church should be doing with its little craft market that afternoon and this little caravan offering a drop in counselling service free of charge to anayone who needed help.  I'd just had enough and we made our way back to our hotel to rest our feet and our brains!

And I promised birthdays too and so it was that Mr M had his 80th birthday during our stay in London and we celebrated by meeting up with the Wanderer in a little Italian restaurant cum shop in Notting Hill where we had a delicious meal and sat chatting together till it was nearly 5.00 and they were beginning to set tables for dinner!  Since we hadn't seen the Wanderer since February there was a lot of catching up to do!

On our last day we decided to go straight home as the forecast was for a hot day and so we made our way to Waterloo in time for the 12.20 train and were home by 3.00 having enjoyed a great few days in our capital and having discovered some more interesting corners which not so many people visit - shopping did we none nor did we go to any shows nor do any of the usual tourist things.  But we were content that it should be so.

If you have made it this far you deserve a medal. 

CATCH UP TIME

Can it really be more than 4 months since I last posted?  Where did the summer go?  September is  here and autumn with it and the hedgerows are full of berries and ruby red rosehips, the mornings are misty with an occasional promise of sunshine to come and although it is over half a century since I went back to school or even college I always think of this time of year as a new beginning, time for a new start.,

Our summer has been a mixture of hospitals both me and Mr M (I am glad to say all is well with my eye and I am now about to have the other eye done) outings on our own and with friends political upheaval in the UK and so on.

I have done a bit of crafting - now that I can see better I felt that I should do some crazy patchwork and my first piece was a case for my glasses - inspired by my eye op and this side represents the before....

 ...and this after with the ruched fine lace representing the fog I felt my eye was stuffed with in the day or two after the op and the grey stitching the barbed wire I felt was in my eye before all became brighter. 

It was so useful that I made another one for my reading glasses but this time it just is rather than being some sort of therapy and being inspired by anything.

 Then a friend was telling me about some little baskets she had made and sent me the link so I could have a go too and here is my effort but I didn't put a handle on mine.  It's all ground to a bit of a halt now though as I seem to have been out and about more.

We had booked to go away for a week leaving on Referendum day (after casting our votes of course) but had had to cancel due to Mr M stumbling against the bedroom wall and barely breaking the skin on his elbow which then became infected for some reason so that he couldn't move his arm and his hand was like a pound of sausages poor soul.  Two trips to the hospital and 3 visits to the doctor and soon all was well but he didn't feel up to the planned walking break we had planned so instead a little later we went to Brixham for 2 nights and enjoyed a change of scene. We stayed in the brown building overlooking the harbour in the above photo.

 We walked up to Berry Head which had stunning views and an excellent cafe!

This little lighthouse is the shortest in Britain but its position at more than 200 feet above sea level makes it the highest! Cute isn't it?

 A  lovely day - and on the way back we stopped at a hotel for tea and views  before reaching the hotel where we had a lie down on the bed till it was time to go out for some fish and chips for supper!  The short break did us both good and we resolved to reschedule our cancelled break for later in the year.

 We spent a lovely day with friends at Bowood House enjoying the gardens, lunch and good company.

 We went on the train to Salisbury for the day and walked round the outskirts

In all the times I have been to Salisbury I had never been inside the cinema but I had heard it was worth a look and sure enough it was - being a 15th century hall - not your average cinema entrance is it?

Another day Mr M and I took the train to Exeter and on to Lympstone where we did a walk round the village and after lunch we walked back towards Exeter along the estuary next to the railway line.

We walked as far as Topsham from where we got a bus back into Exeter and the train home.  I wasn't actually on the railway line here but had poked my camera through the wire netting fence to take this photo!

Another Exeter walk this time we got a bus from the city centre to Polsloe Bridge where the path set off between a pub and an off licence not a very auspicious looking start but within a few minutes we were in open countryside and climbing away from the city and its noise.  We stopped for our picnic lunch of a sandwich and a shared bottle of lemonade, purchased in Exete,r overlooking this view.  Shame it was a bit hazy but we enjoyed it none the less.

 The path climbed and wove its way round a field of hay that was being turned - the smell was wonderful and took me back to childhood days.The only sound the tractor as it went back and forth and the birds high in the sky - lovely

Soon we were on our way back to a bus stop where we took the bus back into the city and a cup of tea and a scone in the Real Food cafe and then the train home.

So you see we have been out and about  quite a bit and recently we went away on the cancelled break - coming soon as they say:  Planes and ghostly trains, gardens and countryside, cottages and mansions,  the Templars and the law, finance and fire and a birthday lunch.  Wonder if you can guess where we went?  These photos are a few clues.  Back soon with the photos when I get them sorted.

Surfer's Eye, parsley and gratitude - what's the connection?

First of all my apologies for sloping off at the end of last year without saying Goodbye and thank you for having me.  I didn't mean to be so impolite especially as I have made some lovely friends and received so many gifts and giveaways during my time spent blogging with you all.  However I felt I had nothing new to say and my muse had definitely left me and so it was that I just stopped blogging.   I did intend to pop in at Easter to wish you all a Happy Easter and to give you my apologies then but Easter passed in a blur - literally!

 I picked the twigs and decorated them the Wednesday before Easter

I had an eye operation on the Thursday before Easter for a condition commonly called Surfer's Eye.   Now anyone who knows me will know that anyone less like a surfer would be hard to find - I hate water sports of any kind and don't like getting my face wet am not even keen on swimming and at my age I hardly fit the bill!  However just as one doesn't have to be a tennis player to suffer from tennis elbow or a housemaid to get housemaid's knee one doesn't have to be a surfer to get pterygia which is the proper name fro what I had/have.

I was terrified when I walked into the theatre and settled myself as instructed on the table but it all went smoothly and wasn't anything like as awful as I feared although I optimistically imagined that it having been done under a local anaesthetic I would feel fine albeit with a rather painful eye.  Not so and I was surprised at how wiped out I was afterwards.  I was going for a lie down after lunch each day and sleeping for nearly an hour and then going to bed early and sleeping till the morning even though I wasn't actually doing anything much.  I even lost 4 or 5 pounds in the first couple of weeks as everything tasted like cardboard, not that I minded about that too much but I wouldn't recommend it as a weight loss programme!

I felt as if my eye was stuffed with barbed wire and a thick white fog meant that I had no real sight in the eye for a couple of days.  I couldn't read, sew or watch TV.  I had an audio book from the library but it's nothing like reading, and I knitted a couple of wash cloths - not sure they will ever get used - but that was as far as it went.  I had been taking a daily walk in the woods that adjoin us here ever since January, which I had found a peaceful interlude of me-time or a walking meditation when I forgot any problems and worries for a while and was truly in the moment and I really missed  being able to do that too - fear of tripping or getting poked in the eye with a twig what with not being too steady on my feet without the usual binocular vision.  Luckily this only lasted a few days and before long my vision cleared and one evening I stood on the back doorstep and noticed the evening sky where the sun had gone down lit orange, apricot, lemon, duck egg blue till it eventually blended into indigo as night fell, with the trees silhouetted black against it and realised that I could see them all in sharp focus with the affected eye.  What a miracle!  The only down side was that I could now see that I had many more grey hairs and wrinkles than I had thought and that some serious housework would be needed to shift the cobwebs and splash marks I could now see everywhere! But that was a very small price to pay!

I have been back for my post operative appointment and had the stitches out  "Don't move and don't blink" the consultant said as he peeled the lid from a sterile pack to reveal a fearsome looking instrument and approached my eye with the sharp instrument in his hand!!  He has put a contact lens in to act as a "bandage" over the graft to protect it especially as there are now no stitches holding it all in place and I have to go back on Friday 13 May (considered a lucky day in France!) to see him again but it seems it is all progressing as expected.  Though he is making noises about the other eye now!

Now here is where the parsley comes in for I have realised just how wonderful a gift I have been given and I am seeing things as if for the first time in such detail that when I opened my back door and noticed the pot of parsley growing outside I was struck by the way the leaves were curled and formed and the play of light and shade on them.  Not only have I got my eyesight back and can see to thread a needle at the first attempt and to read a few more lines on the sight test chart but I have also rediscovered a sense of wonderment like a child seeing things for the first time and examining the details or am I now in my second childhood perhaps?

I have no words to express the gratitude I feel and every day I thank God, the surgeon and his team and even the good old NHS for giving me a new lease of life, one where I no longer have to resign myself to taking ages to thread a needle (so much so that I often gave up on doing any stitching), to being unable to read the small print without my mother's old magnifying glass or to seeing the distant the distant hills as just a grey blur on the horizon (there are fields and trees on them there hills I see now!) and to thinking I am doomed to listening to audio books and knitting dishcloths instead of doing my beloved crazy patchwork.  It's brilliant!

I am not planning a Bus Pass, Boots and Backpack break as in previous years but have decided to do BBB days out instead and come home each evening especially as I don't know how many more appointments I will have at the hospital nor when they might be or even if I might be having the other eye done sooner rather than later.  I have the timetables out and a notebook ready.

I have no plans to return to blogging regularly but if/when I do my Bus Pass Boots and Backpack Days Out I might pop back to tell you about the places I visit or if I have anything of interest to tell you about other things maybe I will drop by but otherwise I will be too busy going for walks and doing my stitchery and so on now that I can see what I am doing properly! Thank you to all my followers who have been with me on the journey it's been so good knowing you.