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Edward VIII Postbox #5, and Chorleywood, Hertfordshire run   1 comment

I took a break from the A2Z Runs this week and just caught the Metropolitan Line out nearly to its limits.  There was a Red Lion to visit not too far away and in the opposite direction a splendid — and splendidly named — pub called the Land of Liberty, Peace, & Plenty.  (pub write-up links as soon as I get around to them)

The route I took (mapped, below) was hillier than I’m used to and the upper respiratory infection that grounded me for four days is lingering making the effort something more of an effort than it should be.

I had just reached a flat point ahead of a long downhill segment and off to my right I spotted a post box.  The royal cipher only clicked with me a few steps along and I had to double back.  Crikey!  This is the first one I’ve found entirely on my own…in the wild, and all.  An Edward VII postbox used to be the Grail, and now they are just dead common.

I’m up to five E8R postboxes, now, four of them this year within about 10 miles of my house!  Find this one on Haddon Road at Shire Lane, Chorleywood.  The most recent previous one was in Nunhead a couple weeks back, and the ones before that were on the P for Postboxes Run.  More to come, soon…I can just feel it.


Posted July 22, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in art, Tourism

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Mountain of Fire And Miracles Ministries, New Cross, London   1 comment

I took this photo on New Cross Road while exploring a the neighbourhoods around the site where Jackie was interviewing for a job. I wholly intended to make fun of the quaint storefront Christian church until I read up on them a bit. Not only backward but truly scary motherfuckers, this lot (I don’t think they’ll have a problem with me calling them “scary”).

They claim their church is “where your hands are trained to wage war and your fingers to do battle,” and with sub-groups such as God’s Violent Army and the Territorial Intercessors there is no reason to doubt their resolve. They hunt witches, for fuck’s sake…WITCHES.

Here’s a copy of a well circulated list of rules for couples planning to marry within the church. Good stuff:




Posted July 18, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, Tourism

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London A to Z Runs : T   4 comments

T is for Towpaths and Friday I covered a section of canal and a short segment of the River Brent on one, from Hayes Town to West Ealing in a continuation of the London A to Z project.  If I was doing a Theme, it would be bridges; instead, here are the run photos in order from Tip to Tail:



The canal seemed really healthy compared to my last encounter with this section,  with simple plant growth all along the way.  I felt compelled to go check out the water beneath this first bridge since the shade and reflections made it look as if nothing was growing there, but it was an optical illusion.  180° around, some fairly nice blocks of flats (especially for this part of town) arise across the water.



Just under the next bridge, the forlorn Nestlé plant appeared.



Crossing the boundary between the Boroughs of Hillingdon and Ealing, Ealing claims responsibility for the subsequent bits.  The maintenance of the marker should be a clue:



There are helpful and informative notice boards:



Just after this bridge you enter the inland island of Southall, surrounded by waterways albeit some mere trickles:



The waterlilies are as Monet might have imagined:



I got fairly close to this heron before I spotted it.  An instant later, it flew off:



My first pub stop was near this bridge, at the Old Oak Tree.  Had I known what I know now, the run could have been T for Tarts (but I’ll save that story for the pub write-up).



Yet another attractive bridge followed:



And, another, this one with family friendly decorations:



Approaching the second pub, the Lamb, just after this bridge, I spotted the Southall Sikh Temple:



Then, a rusty foot/bike bridge:



And, more signs of riparian civilisation:



The laundry basket and the nearby long boat named “Oblivion” brought to mind my visit to Dismaland.



Approaching the River Brent, a flight of locks drops the elevation significantly:



This marker made me laugh but I am really immature:




Now, this bridge is pretty impressive…not the one above, but the one that the path is on.  The entire canal and towpath are on a flyover above the railroad far below:



Pretty neat, huh?



The other side of the wall, here, is the old county asylum.  Still a mental hospital, the access arch to the canal has been sealed off — it used to be the source of coal for the extensive estate of wards.



To the right, the canal; to the left the River Brent.  The rain sewer at the lower left drains the streets around pub number three of this run, The Fox.



After the Fox, I doubled back to traipse the River Brent path adjacent to the hospitals.  It was still early, so I crossed the Brent, again, and had one final stop at the Viaduct.

I’m stuck for what to do with U, for the next run.  Thinking Upminster but it is kind of remote ….



Posted July 15, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Running, Tourism

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Edward VIII Postbox and other Nunhead Thingies   2 comments


After the visit to Nunhead Cemetery, we headed toward Peckham Rye and along the way I found yet another Edward VIII postbox (my fourth)!  More about these on the A to Z (P) Run write up.

As a bonus, there was also a really nice Victoria Regina cypher on a subsequent postbox:



Find them both in Nunhead near the dog escaping the park:


Posted July 8, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in art, Tourism

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Nunhead Cemetery   2 comments


As we approached Nunhead Cemetery, a horse drawn hearse crossed our paths and I removed my hat.  I wasn’t going to photograph the departed out of respect (the same reason I haven’t shot any disturbing images — although I have plenty of opportunity — of the crime scene that is Grenfell Tower).  But, the departed had already departed and I scrambled to prep the camera but was only able to squeeze off one sad image before it hid behind the line of parked cars.



Nunhead Cemetery is the 3rd of the Magnificent Seven Cemeteries we’ve visited after Highgate (West and East, distinctly different experiences) and Kensal Green.  It is the largest of the seven and so far the least impressively populated but no less interesting a walk and impossible to take in one go.  Here’s the photos of today’s initial fly-by.



Just inside the gate and to the right we spotted the Scottish Martyrs Memorial:



The plaque doesn’t really do justice to how harshly their pleas for reform were dealt with.  The link has a list of their fates which include hanged, burned, hanged and burned, and simply executed or assassinated.  Some were also “insulted.”



And, all for speaking sense…words relevant even today.



Also at the entrance and straight ahead, there’s the ruins of a grand chapel damaged by arson ages ago but shored up to use for musical events and, currently, an open air art exhibit.



On our walk past the Martyrs’ obelisk we looped around by the chapel,



and passed one of the few residents I’d ever heard of, Jenny Hill:



The cemetery had been allowed to fall into disrepair and was eventually sold for £1 to a fellow who set about making as much of it safe to visit as possible.  Parts were still being used to inter newcomers, but much of it was subject to subsidence of the tombs and encroachment of the forest.





This column seems to be missing a cross.



An anchor in the left hand, the right might have had a sword or could just be imploring the heavens.


The white marble monuments have decayed quite a bit:



While the pink ones look almost brand new:



This one was just for me and other fans of “Tater Tomater.”

“Women with har have to wear a Harnott.”



This was the first of several markers we found with this particular bathroom tile set in it:



And, this one was recently painted bright green (at the foot you can just make out an errant brushstroke colouring outside the lines):


And, down a path into the overgrowth (one of hundreds) strewn with dozens of these small markers someone put up a garden border to house, I suppose, an ancestors’ rock along with coins to pay the ferryman:



My favourite find of the day was this stone with a cart spring on it and the inscription, “The Spring of Life is Broken.”



Jackie’s favourite was this pre-tranny tablet describing someone “Who Lived And Died A Man.”



Some of the better, individual war memorials I’ve come across were here, as well.  It took a moment to realise that our Bobbie died back home of wounds incurred at the Somme:



And, Royal Navy colleagues added this anchor to the grave of Reg Bult.  His family’s stone, behind, becomes a bit more poignant by his comrades’ addition:



In the midst of a massive, multipanel WWII memorial, civilian casualties are also recorded:




Overgrown as it is, the cemetery is something of a nature preserve that includes an educational tree trail:



And, many of the graves are unapproachable (like those in this patch of nettles):



This tomb was completely devoured by a massive trunk:



And, the vines on this one form some sort of dreadlocks:



Without irony, this one has vegetation carved into it:



And, some of the monuments are as simple as they can get.


The wooden crosses take quite a bit more care as they are impermanent.  Still, this one has managed 55 years so far:



More grand ones are also around.  This one for the shipbuilder, John Allan, has some spectacular lion heads on it:



And, this one to the type maker (punch cutting was the 18th century equivalent of font design) Vincent Figgins is understated but grand:



I didn’t want to disturb the artist by crowding over her shoulder so I only got some pretty photos of this one:




This depiction of the life and death of the sculptor Frederick Schroeter (accompanied by wife, Frederica, on two sides of the plinth) was down a path where a massive tree had fallen a few minutes earlier (unstable ground).  We opted to examine this one closely and wait to see if others would drop:





And, some of the best ones are the simplest (rest well little Danny):




London A to Z Runs : R   2 comments


R is for Respiratory Distress, although I toyed with the idea of Roman London or Red Lion pubs.  The theme comes from a post on The Deserter about 6 pubs in the worst pollution hotspots in SE London and, since they are all clustered together, it seemed an easy enough effort — and easier still since I’ve already written up 2 of them … the Flowers of the Forest the night before the 2012 London Marathon and the Beehive during my K for Kennington Run earlier in this year’s portion of the London A to Z saga.  Additionally, a 3rd pub of this short list, the Albert Arms, was damaged in a Good Friday fire this year and has yet to Reopen.


The Albert was the first I crossed and I thought it might be open but on approaching it noticed a plumb bob and some other carpentry equipment propped in the front window.  Shame.  It looks a grands house.



The Run, itself, was only ¾ mile done straight through (1½ with the onward trot to the wife’s work to meet her for a Friday pre-commute drink).  So, I made the Route serpentine to get it over 3 miles.

There were passes into the neighbourhood where I first went past the “Come On Eileen” taping site and through some fine garden and park zones with mature (and prone) mulberry trees — above — and some pretty purple things I suspect to be some ornamental form of garlic:



These purple starbursts were adjacent to the sport park beside the Imperial War Museum (one of my faves, in town) and just across this wall:



Lambeth, bombed as heavily as it was, has done remarkably well with the modern architecture such as this poured concrete wall at one of the libraries:



And, you just can’t go wrong with a William Blake site:



I managed to hit 3 pubs on this run (the Prince of Wales, the Horse & Stables, and the Crown & Cushion) and then Jackie and I let the rush hour traffic die down at the Pineapple before escaping the SW postcodes via the marvelous Lambeth North Station:




Where’s Julie been working?   Leave a comment

“Fancy a trip to Wales?” asked the wife with this link attached:

Nice pun. But, now I’ll have this stuck in my head all weekend:

Posted June 30, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Drugs, Tourism

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