The Goose, Walthamstow, London   1 comment

Pub #2027:

I ran past Walthamstow Central at the end of the day’s runs looking for a pub to change into dry kit and to relax and reflect ahead of the long journey home.  The Goose emerged and I smiled broadly as I entered.

 

 

I tried to find another pub called the Goose last week because, as I explained then, I had a Goose-related metaphysical experience around 35 years ago.  I even marked up my body as a result. The script used to be legible and reads “E pur si muove;”  this phrase and my design of the goose in flight were originally against the moon, but Jackie gave me the circles of triangles to make it more like the sun for my 37th birthday (there are 37 pairs of them, the base to height ratio of all 74 is the Golden Ratio, Φ, as is the ratio of the heights — and consequently the bases —  of the small triangles to those of the large triangles).

 

So, I already felt like I was living my life correctly as I approached the bar in hopes of a decent cider.  They offered not only a decent one, but several including a Christmas favourite of me and the spouse, Lilley’s Mango.  Yep, I am living the dream.

 

 

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Mannion’s Prince Arthur, Tottenham Hale, London   1 comment

Pub #2026:

I had marked Mannion’s Prince Arthur on the map before the run, when I thought I would be doing only one or the other of the Overground or Victoria branches that pass nearby, mainly for the unusual name.  As I approached from the west, it appeared to be boarded up.  Shit.  Not surprising, but shit.

I continued around the bend in the road toward Tottenham Hale Station and a backup plan pub when I spotted the non-shuttered windows and the open door on the north face.  Hooray!  I’m saved.

Inside, it was quite the Irish bar with the accent spewing forth and the horse racing on tele and the waymarker to someplace in Eire.  It’s quite an impressive house and I reckon the second beer makes you a regular.  Everyone there continued their conversations without me but all wished me a good day as I left.  Very much an Irish bar, indeed.

 

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Finsbury Park to Walthamstow Central, Piccadilly/Victoria Lines, TfL Run Project   3 comments

 

I had already considered extending the run for the day and, upon reaching Cockfosters Station with a bit of spring left in my legs, decided to leave my rapidly cooling sweat-soaked clothing in place and catch the Tube down to Finsbury Park Station to knock out one more branch of the TfL project.

I use the term, “elegance,” at work a bit more freely than is probably appropriate; here is another example of that.  In the earlier run for today (linked above), I trotted up to Manor House Station against the flow of the rest of the Piccadilly Line because I didn’t want to have to, at some later time, have to do the long segment from (or, today, to) Turnpike Lane Station.

Having done it this way means more than that, though.  My next journey starting at Finsbury Park and following the Victoria Line to Walthamstow also picks up the Piccadilly segment to Manor House around which point the two paths diverge.  Elegance, indeed, since I can now pick up either heading/approaching Finsbury Park to/from the south or west.

Finsbury Park

 

Manor House (Finsbury Park pass)

 

Seven Sisters

 

I have had Zen Records on my shortlist of shops to seek out but, as it is fairly remote from the house and isolated from anything else interesting, I’ve never set aside the time to seek it out.  Racing against sunset and with no room in my backpack anyway, I made a note that it isn’t necessarily TOO far away:

 

 

At about the halfway mark of this branch of the day’s runs (or, a little over 23 miles into the day), I found the marvelous local called Mannion’s Prince Arthur.  A Guinness and a rest and it was back to the trail to pick up Tottenham Hale Station.

 

Tottenham Hale

 

I passed this reservoir (one of several bunched up here, see the map on the entry for the Holiday Run Streak) in the morning, but at 3:30 pm it was only 25 minutes till sunset and colour was starting to intensify.

 

 

Blackhorse Road (Victoria Line trip)

Engineering and manufacturing get short shrift and, despite being an engineer and inventor of some small merit, I immediately thought of artists when I saw this sign.  It’s weird, since they should be equally important.  I immediately wondered if there was some Arts and Industry coalition here akin to the Works Progress Administration in the States during the Great Depression.  Almost as quickly, I remembered the Pre-Raphaelites led by William Morris, decades earlier.  Nothing new under the sun, eh?

 

 

I sprinted the rest of the way, feeling unusually spry and, at the same time, ready for some dry clothing.  I was also ready for a beverage, which I found at the Goose just past the final station of the day.

 

This was good, and I was really pleased to get a start on the Vic Line:

 

Victoria Line

Not much was added to the Piccadilly on this run, but the day completed 8 segments on this, one of the larger Lines:

 

Piccadilly Line

The Network, too, is starting to squeeze down to the central bits (although, this is still an enormous task):

 

The New Crown, Southgate, London   1 comment

Pub #2025:

The manager of the New Crown was a friendly fellow and quite helpful.  When I settled on Adnam’s Sloe Storm, he suggested some other Christmas themed beers but I was happy with my choice; “I’ve had enough of the Reindeer beers already, today.”  He looked at me, the only person that entered the house without a heavy coat (not to mention, I was steaming from sweat), quizzically.  I found a tall table and went to study my maps to finish the journey to Oakwood and Cockfosters.

 

 

A dad with two young girls in tow was at the bar and asked those of us nearby if there was a Subway nearby.  I shrugged and told him I’m just visiting.  Another guy tried to steer him to Southgate Tube Station.  “No, like a place to get a sandwich;” the girls looked excited and hopeful, but it was hard to tell if it was the possibility of a meatball hoagie or the Christmas decorations.

“No, mate.  This is a bar.” I handed him a menu and said, “he’s drunk.  They do edibles here pretty quickly.”  While dad worked on the giant bottle of Magner’s Cider, the girls sipped on a couple of glasses of blackcurrant squash.  The older one, perhaps 6-years-old, kept frowning and looking over at me…behaviour I’ve come to be used to in much older people.  I was gone before their food arrived.

 

 

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Spouter’s Corner, Wood Green, London   1 comment

 

Pub #2024:

I had been running 7 miles since the Drum (and, for that matter, it was 7 to get to the Drum in the first place).  I reached the door of Spouter’s Corner and was removing my gloves when a fellow, who could have easily passed for a welterweight boxer or a small block of flats, was headed in.  Ii reached for the door to let him in and he stepped aside and said, “no, mate, please…after you.”  It was an etiquette showdown but I convinced him that I had a little more stripping to do and might be a mo.

 

 

Spouter’s Corner is an unusual Wetherspoon’s if this trip is any indication.  More than half the attendees were dining WITHOUT alcohol of any sort.  Not wishing to be so pretentious, I went for the Plum Porter which, indeed, tasted of fruit and was very nice but not nearly so dark as a typical porter.

The entire visit seemed to be challenging my expectations.

 

 

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The Drum, Leyton, London   2 comments

Pub #2023:

The day’s run was an early one and I had passed a lot of fine venues that wouldn’t open for hours, yet.  But, I had the Drum marked because it is a Wetherspoon and would be serving, more like than not, from 9 am.

I didn’t realise until much later that there was a big match of local interest (West Ham v Chelsea) kicking off soon and that may have been why there were so many drinkers around (there were three tables of three to my left and a 8 blokes milling about to my right and a similar crowd in the other room although a lot of them were just dining).  On the other hand, these folks don’t look like they need an excuse even as flimsy as sporting event to spend the morning hoisting a few pints.

 

 

Decent bar.  The TV I was watching had a CCTV feed so I could see people out for a smoke in the front and, when the picture changed, in the garden.  I wish the sound was turned up, though.

 

 

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Leytonstone to Cockfosters, Overground & Piccadilly Line, TfL Run Project   5 comments

 

 

The next part of the day’s journey along the TfL started with a trot from the Leytonstone Station to Leytonstone High Road Station and on up the line:

 

Leytonstone High Road

In the winter sunlight, some of the pedestrian bridges are pretty nice:

This section of the Overground is closed for the next several months to refurbish the platforms for longer trains.  This defeats one of the failsafes in the run project (the one that would always allow me to bail out and take the train home if I got lazy or injured).  Leyton Midland was next.

Leyton Midland

I had my first pub break at the Drum about this time.  Returning to the route, I spotted this (I know, it is immature):

World Wrestling Federation Santa is selling fireworks:

At Walthamstow Queens Road, I faced a dilemma.  To pick up a segment or two or the Victoria Line I would need to break from the Overground (which would require a return trip to redo this station to get to the next one).  I opted, instead, to try to return to the Victoria Line later (perhaps — and as it turned out actually — today) but just focus for now on the Overground segments to Harringay Gree Lanes).

Walthamstow Queen’s Road

People cherish their parking spaces so much that they never move their vehicles:

“Jeremy Corbin in a Pope hat,” I exclaimed to no one as the street was nearly empty.  And, why is a baby Ricky Gervais being held by Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory in drag?  I will never understand Christianity.

 

Blackhorse Road (Overground)

The canal was lovely to run beside after the reservoirs post-Blackhorse-Road-Station:

 

 

Except when you focus on the details:

 

A rowing regatta seemed very posh for the neighbourhood…

 

…and, then there was this (THAT’S more like it):

 

 

South Tottenham

 

Just after South Tottenham Station:

 

After the long stretch to Harringay Green Lanes, I ran up to Manor House Station knowing that the trip to Turnpike Lane was a long one and that I wouldn’t want to have to repeat it to finish the Piccadilly Line:

Harringay Green Lanes

 

Manor House (Cockfosters pass)

Turnpike Lane

Pub two of the day, Spouter’s Corner, appeared just before Wood Green Station.

Wood Green

Bounds Green

An impressive footbridge allows you to cross the busy roadway near Arnos Grove.  I think this one could support a bus full of people:

 

 

Arnos Grove

 

Southgate

 

The New Crown helped with hydration, carbs, and minerals just after Southgate Station.

 

Oakwood

 

Cockfosters

I felt pretty good at this point and decided to continue the run.  First, though, I’d take the Tube to Finsbury Park Station to return to Walthamstow via the Victoria segments (picking up the Finsbury Park to Manor House segment in the bargain).  Write-up of that part when I catch up on the pubs, so far.

The Overground is still too grey for my comfort:

But, the Piccadilly Line is starting to look finishable:

 

 

And, here’s the current state of the Network map:

 

 

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