This morning we have had a FaceTime session with Matthew and I spoke with Mum using Skype free minutes.
Day: November 1, 2015
Saturday – Croham Hurst
Croham Hurst is another park/woodland area near to us, this time in South Croydon. It is also near Sanderstead where Mum, Jamie and Robyne lived when George was posted there, a long time ago. Robyne worked in Croydon, commuting up and down the hill each work day.
Today was quite warm and sunny, as was predicted. We wore our coats, but did get a bit too warm at times. We also feel a bit sunburned/exposed tonight – there was that much sun!
We caught a bus (after some fiddling about trying to work out where to catch it), and were dropped off at the side of the hill.
We decided to take a path which took us straight up to the top of the hill. It is the site of a suspected ancient barrow – and has a plaque to mark the area as a national monument. There are a lot of tree, so there is only a view to the south from the summit. We have a brochure which gives a great deal of information about the park – and we were on the lookout for things like pebbles on the summit and the different trees and vegetation.
We spent a lot of time at the top sitting on a bench and walking around. We had our picnic lunch and spoke with a lovely man who is local to the area and walks there a lot. He was a very fit looking man of 72 (he and Stephen compared ages). They spoke about cricket players of the past and the man said that Stephen has a little the look of Richie Beno.
We then walked down to the fence line and through the park, admiring the autumn colours of the leaves. I took a lot of photos.
Friday – Wandsworth Common Revisited
Yesterday we decided to go to Wandsworth Common. Stephen spent two years there when he was studying in London and he has shown Matt and I photos that he took of the Common in different seasons. He enjoyed walking on the Common, although he found he could not recognise many of the features and walkways. He remembered the Whitehouse, now a cafe. We joined a section where there was a storyteller talking about the history of the Common. Unfortunately, the storyteller got bogged down in the Stone Age, going into more and more detail for his audience, one small boy. We decided to get going as we still wanted to go to see where Stephen used to live.
We went there via a cemetery where Stephen also liked to walk when he was taking a break from his studies. We found his house and walked into the side road where we could see the window of his bedroom. The owner lived downstairs and Stephen and three others shared the upstairs flat.
Afterwards we walked back to the Common and found a cafe on the main street where we took a long break to rest our legs.
We caught the train back, did a bit of shopping, and arrived home well after dark.