Tag: Wandle Trail

  • Captive Audiences

    On the soggiest section of the Wandle Trail during my usual walk to Colliers Wood for a visit to Norman, Oscar came lolloping towards me, lascivious tongue flopping, and muddy paws flailing.  At the very last minute this playful young alsation veered off right, having responded to his owner’s sharp command.  The man informed me […]

  • Oiling The Lion

    A pair of socks hanging in a tree on this bright, crisp, morning along the Wandle Trail en route to Colliers Wood reminded me of my rugby boots.  On 25th June I mentioned my ingenious scrumping in Cottenham Park sometime in the 1950s.  Remembering throwing sticks into conker trees when younger, I had decided to […]

  • Banknotes And Phonecards

    Today was a Mordred (posted 12th. July) day. I took my usual route to SW1 for coffee with Carol.  A flattened frog, having attempted to cross the sodden footpath in Morden Hall Park, hadn’t made it.  As I slalomed around the pools, a cyclist who had crept up behind me deftly avoided me as I […]

  • Unrequited Love?

    Today’s tramp was terribly tiresome.  Having often noticed, on my usual Colliers Wood walk that the Wandle trail allegedly continues on to Wandsworth, I decided to take that path as the first stage of my journey to Waterloo to meet Tony.  Crossing Colliers Wood High Street, the signs led me on a meandering route, the […]

  • Coping With Violence

    Today was Mordred (see 12th. July) day No. 50, so I bought an Independent in Londis, on my way to my normal Colliers Wood route.  I was having coffee with Carol in SW1 and lunch with Norman in Harlesden.  Alongside the Wandle, brambles, nettles, bindweed, willowherb, and other foliage were ‘as high as an elephant’s […]

  • ‘Leave It!’

    Yesterday morning I finished W. Somerset Maugham’s novel ‘Catalina’.  Maugham is an excellent story-teller and this literally miraculous tale involving the machinations of a scheming prioress made very good light reading, perhaps especially because the characterisation lacked complexity.  There was a cameo appearance by Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. This morning I walked through Morden […]

  • Payback

    Last night I finished reading Margaret Atwood’s ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’.  This is a book which Judith Munns ‘loves’ and which Rachel Eales studied for GCSE.  In 1960, when I gained my English Literature A Level, shortly before the trial of ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’, nothing so explicit would have graced the curriculum.  In her new introduction to […]

  • Rabbits On The Roof

    Listening to the squirrels scampering on our roof this morning reminded me of those in the loft of Lindum House in Newark who sounded as if they were wearing hob-nailed boots.  It is amazing how much noise they make.  This also gives me an excuse to tell a Soho story. During the middle years of the 1970s we lived […]

  • The Deen City Farm

    This morning having been the one for bin collection, the foxes had created their usual mayhem on the lawn.  I do wish our neighbours would double-wrap or rinse their waste food products.  Before I could get to the rubbish someone had again cleared it up.  Was it our helpful stranger and her toddler assistant?  Or […]

  • Contrasts

    Coffee this morning with a friend in SW1, followed by lunch with another in NW10.  I began with a walk to Colliers Wood, mostly through Morden Hall (National Trust) Park and Merton’s Wandle Trail.  The boundary between the two is a modern tramline.  The Wandle is one of London’s lost rivers; the trail being a […]