London Outer Orbital Path (Sections 19-21)   5 comments


Still trying to finish the LOOP by the end of May, I continued Sunday in Chingford where I last broke from the path.  It was a beautiful and warm day and I could have used a hat for my balding pate.



There is something brutal and unnerving about some of the railway crossings, here.  But, you have to use them to get around.  This one was either just before or just after the Warren Wood pub:



Featured in Dickens’ Barnaby Rudge, Ye Old King’s Head is now called Sheesh and you can only get in via the car park which is gated and operated by remote security.  Fuck you.  At least, “Sheesh,” is an appropriate name.  Back when I was a kid it was an acceptable exclamation that allowed you to be doubly profane…a sort of blasphemous “Jeeeeesus” and “Shit” all rolled up into something that might appear in the funny pages of the Sunday newspaper.  Sheesh, indeed.



Instead, try the somewhat yuppie-offensive King William IV down the hill.  Later in the run, I found this other casualty of the pub closings plague (the Maypole) in Chigwell, but a quarter mile farther down the road the Two Brewers made up for the disappointment:



These sections of the LOOP are always right on the cusp of rural and urban life:



And, it is starting to get horsey out there.  It’s almost like someone decided, “right…we’re in Essex so we simply must maintain stables.”  This one is just behind the Orange Tree in Havering-ate-Bower.  On the way through the forest, I past several others along with many learning riders.



It is the season for cricket and loads of matches were on:



Just leaving the Bear, I spotted this big fellow in the sulky:



The roundhouse was mentioned but I only found the water tower:


And, this memorial plaque:



This stretch of pasture and woodland was where Henry VIII’s daughters Mary and Elizabeth spent their youths.



And, out of nowhere farmhouses and churches appear then fade back into the rural scenery:



I didn’t know what to think of this roadside deuce of a seat on the way to Harold Wood.



And, other roadside displays were on offer.



After a quick whiskey to lubricate my sore legs from within, the bustling Harold Wood station awaited.






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