My allotment ideas for next year. I can’t wait for spring!

My allotment ideas for next year. I can’t wait for spring!

Swindon, Wiltshire

As towns go I can’t say Swindon made much of an impression on me.

British Rail, loom bands, cheap Chinese food and 1990s corporate architecture. 


Tube Map, 1972

In my opinion the 1972 tube map with the ‘thermos flask’ Circle Line, the lovely split at New Cross and the equal length District and Piccadilly branches at Hounslow and Richmond was probably the best refinement of Beck’s original 1938 map. All of this after the unbridled horror of the 1960 map. 

Tube Map, 1972

In my opinion the 1972 tube map with the ‘thermos flask’ Circle Line, the lovely split at New Cross and the equal length District and Piccadilly branches at Hounslow and Richmond was probably the best refinement of Beck’s original 1938 map. All of this after the unbridled horror of the 1960 map

Newport

After Cardiff I found myself stranded in South Wales by flash flooding at Bradford-upon-Avon. A quick hunt around various hotel websites turned up a very reasonably priced room in Newport and so it was that I caught a train from Glamorganshire into Monmouthshire and found myself in a very warm, non-air conditioned room at the city’s Travelodge.

It was Saturday night in Newport so I didn’t do much exploring, I heard the sounds of the city from my window and they were exactly the sort of drunken howls you’d expect. I was up and out early the next morning and the sky was blue and the city beginning to be scrubbed clean by municipal men and their street sweepers.

The granite and grit and honesty of Newport reminded me a lot of Hull. The closed Marks & Spencer isn’t exactly a vote of confidence in the city and there’s a lot gone wrong in the last few decades but it’s now a city that is in the death grip of an ‘urban regeneration’, the hoardings and cranes, the half-demolished bus station and glittering arts centre bely a belief that Newport will be okay if only it had a Nando’s and a place to see contemporary dance. 

As it stands it’s a city with quite a few corners of interest to discover; the arcade and market, the castle and Transport Bridge, the art deco Civic Centre and the benefits of a dramatic, hilly townscape. 


Sir John Soane’s Museum, London

Sir John Soane’s Museum, London

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I was walking on with a soul full of Norman transepts when a maiden stood before me and looked. She had the greyest eyes. ‘Would you,’ she said, ‘like a lobster?’

Source: H.V Morton, on leaving Christchurch Priory in In Search of England, 1927

Cardiff, Wales

I’ve just sorted all of my photos from my little rail adventure around the ‘mid-west’ into albums which I’ll be uploading over the next few days. These were from my brief stop in Cardiff.


Cricket Match, Tranmere by Edwin Forrest

Keeping an eye on the Test Match today, I had planned to go along after lunch tomorrow but at £60 a ticket I really can’t justify it. Perhaps I’ll pick up a county game before the end of the summer. 

Cricket Match, Tranmere by Edwin Forrest

Keeping an eye on the Test Match today, I had planned to go along after lunch tomorrow but at £60 a ticket I really can’t justify it. Perhaps I’ll pick up a county game before the end of the summer. 

Unmitigated England by Peter Ashby slid through the letterbox today and it looks amazing, just the perfect book for me. These are the chapter headings which bode so well for the content.

Marmite on our Hovis

Songs of Praise

England on Film

Guidebook England

A Particular Kind of Pub

Station to Station

The Open Road

England by the Sea

Shopkeepers’ Shops

Coloured Counties


Didcot Power Station

Tomorrow morning at around 3am the iconic cooling towers of Didcot Power Station are to be demolished. I can’t deny feeling saddened by this news, the thought of losing these elegant monuments to industry and power is not a positive one.
I think it’s fitting that the last sight of these towers I had was in the late-evening sunlight of a June evening as Christopher and I drove off The Ridgeway and back onto the A34 heading south.
The future is over folks. Goodbye Didcot.

Didcot Power Station

Tomorrow morning at around 3am the iconic cooling towers of Didcot Power Station are to be demolished. I can’t deny feeling saddened by this news, the thought of losing these elegant monuments to industry and power is not a positive one.

I think it’s fitting that the last sight of these towers I had was in the late-evening sunlight of a June evening as Christopher and I drove off The Ridgeway and back onto the A34 heading south.

The future is over folks. Goodbye Didcot.

(Source: picturesofengland.com)