February 28th, 2016
It occurred to me recently that as I live on the Grand Union canal I ought to go exploring along it. One way leads to London, which is interesting enough, but the other leads to Birmingham, a place which I have only ever been to once before, and then only to the train station. It’s only 140 miles away. Sounds like a project. Part the first: Uxbridge to Hemel Hempstead.
This is a gloomy looking abandoned industrial building near Rickmansworth. I’ve no idea why there is a huge monkey hanging from it.
I took a detour into Watford for lunch even though it’s not technically on the canal. The “North” officially begins at a place called the Watford Gap which for a long time I thought was located just north of Watford itself. It’s not: it’s much closer to Coventry. Perhaps I’ll encounter it later on the canal! Anyway, without that claim to fame Watford doesn’t seem very interesting. I guess it is one of the most northerly areas of London, which is somewhat noteworthy. The town centre was a bit bland and post-war, although there was a nice market area with a Japanese cafe.
This is a lock just south of Hemel Hempstead. There are a lot of locks on the canal: 166 in total. A bit later on I passed the offices of Imagination Technologies where I tried unsuccessfully to get a job once.
I’d visited Hemel Hempstead once before but in true doof.me.uk style I blundered into town after dark without any time to explore. I don’t think I missed much, the shopping precinct was very generic but crossing the Swindon-esque pentagram of mini roundabouts to get there provided a bit of entertainment.
Next stop Leighton Buzzard and Milton Keynes!
February 19th, 2016
Last weekend was wet and muddy but I managed to go on a short walk from Chesham to High Wycombe. I wanted to get to Henley but progress was slow and boggy so I’ll leave that for another day.
In High Wycombe I saw this interesting abandoned mill or factory building. I wanted to explore a bit more but the area felt a tad unsafe.
February 11th, 2016
While I was in Norway I noticed something very alarming. They have two kinds of pedestrian crossing sign!
The left-hand one looks like a normal crossing sign with the gentleman going about his business in the regular manner. But the one on the right is a sinister crossing. That guy is a) wearing a hat – suspicious – and b) he is sneaking. This sign is also curiously absent from the Wikipedia list of Norwegian road signs. What is he doing? What is the purpose of this crossing??
February 11th, 2016
I was back in Olso again last week and snuck out on my lunch break to explore the former airport at Fornebu.
Now that the airport is decommissioned the area is a trendy office park for start ups as well as some of Norway’s large state-owned companies.
It’s unusually warm this winter in Norway. While I was there the temperature hovered around freezing and some of the snow even started melting.
January 28th, 2016
Last Saturday was the most gorgeous winter day so far this year so obviously I wasn’t going to spend it indoors. Instead I embarked on an epic quest to reach the far away city of Dunstable in the county of Bedfordshire. One of my most exotic destinations yet!
This was early morning leaving Chesham on the start of my adventure. From there I walked slightly in the wrong direction before joining up with the Ridgeway and doing the last little bit of that, so I can at last say I’ve walked the whole thing.
Ivinghoe Beacon in the mid afternoon was wonderful, if a little cold. North of here it’s all flat until… er… the Peak District perhaps? My geography gets a bit hazy around the middle of England. Although this could be a good excuse for further exploring.
I wanted to snoop around the edge of Whipsnade zoo and see some animals but as it was getting a bit late I decided to take a “short cut” down the side of busy road and managed to tear my down jacket while dodging some cars. Oops. Not my best idea. And by the time I got to Dunstable downs it was dark anyway.
Dunstable itself didn’t seem particularly interesting and I made a beeline for the bus station. The bus travelled along an exciting new innovation… the BUSWAY! To where does the busway lead? Luton. Which, I think, deserves its own adventure on another day.
January 21st, 2016
This is the most succinct summary of every Youtube discussion ever:
January 17th, 2016
I booted up one of my old PCs over Christmas and found some photos taken on my old Sony Ericsson camera phone. They were all from around 2005 or 2006 when I was living in Winchester. Phone camera technology has moved on a lot in the last ten years: this one had VGA resolution and seemingly no EXIF (although I may have accidentally clobbered that later).
This is the legendary Horse Monument from the first time I visited it with Pete. (I went back there more recently.)
Some of the photos have an unintended Instagram-esque quality due to the lameness of the phone. Like this one from when I was walking home along the river Itchen on a misty morning.
This is St Cross Hospital on the edge of Winchester.
And this one is a seagull on Eastbourne pier.
Finally, this one I rather like but I’m not sure where it was taken. It’s possibly Portsmouth or near Portchester castle.
January 10th, 2016
The first time I was in Hong Kong I bought some “flowering tea” which I just re-found in my tea cupboard. Here it is in its packet. You get two in a tin.
The first time I made it in my friend’s glass teapot which works rather better than a mug, but I only have china pots so this will have to do.
Here it is hidden inside its little tea-pod. Apply boiling water and something magical happens!
Bubble bubble bubble. The flower is about to burst out!
Tada! Wow! The flower is reborn.
They’re made by wrapping tea leaves around a picked flower and letting the whole thing dry out. No idea why anyone thought to do this originally.
December 31st, 2015
On Monday it finally stopped raining, in the South at least, and I spontaneously decided to go exploring westwards along the coast to Eastbourne. The sunshine didn’t last however and the final ten miles or so were a somewhat bleak trudge along a featureless beach.
Before the sun disappeared I took this photo of Bottle Alley, a unique-to-Hastings two layer promenade built by the “Concrete King” Sidney Little in the 1930s. As well as copious amounts of concrete, Little pioneered recycling by using glass from discarded bottles to provide the distinctive facing on the walls (hence the name). Sadly, like much of the rest of the town, it fell into disrepair. When I was younger it was notorious as a haunt of drug users and other miscreants and no self respecting person would be seen on the lower deck. But now, thanks in part to the recent rebuilding of the pier, there are plans afoot to restore it.
Like Hastings, Eastbourne’s pier also suffered a fire recently, although a much less devastating one. And they got funding from central government to rebuild it.
December 30th, 2015
I always end up walking this route north of Slough around this time of year. It’s a really nice winter walk with lots of woodland and parks, like here at Burnham Beeches:
I managed to finish in record time this year – it was still light when I got home! Mostly because I didn’t stop to take pictures as it was raining all afternoon.
Near the end the official route goes over a bridge that appears to have been demolished sometime ago. Maybe I should complain to someone…