Morden Hall Park

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Have I said that we love the trams? We definitely do. Stephen has been studying our National Trust book, looking for places we can easily reach. For our walk yesterday afternoon he found Morden Hill Park, which is on the Wimbledon tram line. We leave our apartment block and walk down to the tram stop. The park is about 25 minutes away.

We came home the same way, though we got off a couple of stops early to do some shopping. Then back on the tram to home. The trams are a smoother ride and much faster than buses. I started dreaming about Kent Street Weir being just a tram ride from our place… We can catch the bus there, but would have to walk about a kilometre from Albany Highway to the park. It can be done, but we take the option of driving there instead.

The late sunsets mean that it is still very light at about 8.00 p.m. We find that our evening meal times are getting quite late because we don’t really feel like heading home when we could enjoy being out. It is often the warmest part of the day.

I’m finding that photography, even in parks, is a bit unsatisfactory because we are usually at home by the time the sun sets, and it rises when we are still wanting to sleep – therefore the light can be a bit uninteresting. Plus the uniform green of trees and grass mean they sort of blend together in wider shots. A better photographer would still be able to work things out, no doubt.

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We saw ducks and other water birds, but we could also hear birds in the trees. As it is in an urban area there were also the sounds of traffic, etc.
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On the wetlands walk I spotted Stephen in the rushes
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He spotted something or other
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There were some building in the park, I’m not sure what this was originally.
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There was an old mill with a water wheel. The little river was flowing very fast. I have a video of the flow, it’s hard to see from the photo.

It is a very pretty park. We fell into conversation with a local resident. He had given us some directions, and stopped by us, getting off his bike when we were examining a tree. Stephen has a book from the library which is a big help in classifying features of trees and helps with identification. He wasn’t any help with the name of the tree, but told us that the park is very much used, especially on weekends when it becomes quite crowded. It is 125 acres, with different areas and a small, but fast flowing river. We enjoyed talking with Rocco (he is Italian, but has lived here since he was seventeen) and he told us a bit about his life and his job at a local school. He and Stephen found a connection as Stephen worked at a nearby school back in the 70s.

As well as the rose garden and parklands, there was a lovely cafe, open until 6.00 p.m. We enjoyed ‘cream teas’ – a large scone with choice of jams and clotted cream, plus any hot drink. We ended up having three scones between us to use up our jam and cream.

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A gateway near the cafe in the top photo. The cafe was not well signposted and I found it by following some women with children who seemed to be anxious to arrive somewhere. At the cafe we chose to sit inside out of the sun and strong breeze.
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I liked this signpost in the form of an insect.

We had been planning to cook a tiny chicken roast dinner when we got home, but we weren’t hungry enough, even getting back quite late. We had soup, a small salad and a slice of toast each, and still felt overfull at the end of the meal.

Perhaps this post makes much of very little, however we really enjoyed the excursion and we want to aid our memories of our time here in the UK. Stephen used to always complain that I had lots of photos, but no narrative. So, we now have narrative. He would blog differently, of course. He takes lots of photos on his phone and could easily keep a companion blog to this one. Perhaps he could be pursuaded.

 

South Bank and Covent Garden

We arrived home feeling tired last night to a broken lift and nine flights of stairs, 10 if you count going up to the upper level of our apartment. We are staying home for the morning and hope that by the time we go out this afternoon the lift will have been repaired.

Stephen’s research found that there are plays at the National Theatre for fifteen pounds a seat, relatively cheap. We went to see a play called ‘Translations’ yesterday afternoon. It was interesting to wander around the South Bank on a fine, partly cloudy day. We found the play well acted and the story line at times obscure – fortunately I had paid four pounds for the comprehensive program. The play was set in Ireland slightly before the potato famine when an attempt was being made to update Irish placenames. There were a couple of actors we have seen on TV or in films which was also interesting for us, although all of the cast were good.

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We had a hot drink afterwards, then took a bus to Covent Garden.

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We were in time for an opera singer busking near one of the restaurants.

We accidentally caught a slow train home. It seemed to wander quite far away before eventually getting to East Croydon. We are used to getting an express with East Croydon as the first stop. Stephen read the paper and I read my book to pass the time.

When we arrived at the station we split up, with me going directly home by tram to put our dinner on and Stephen heading to the local Sainsbury for bread and wine. After enjoying a tiny bottle of Mateuse Rose the other evening we have been looking forward to another glass with our meal. He wasn’t able to get the Mateuse and we settled for a fruit rose – a bit sweeter and a bit less alcoholic. We only have about a half a small glass each.

It was when we arrived home that we discovered that the lift wasn’t working and we had to climb the stairs. We had 7 flights when we were in China, so this is further to climb.

Weather update: Wimbledon

On Sunday we took the car back, no problems, and we will be refund the 200 pounds deposit. It was still tricky driving in traffic and we got beeped one last time, just in case we were missing it! We caught the bus back and did some shopping. We finally found the exit that takes us to the tram stop from inside the Whitgift shopping centre under the busy road.

Yesterday I did a lot of washing, catching up with towells and linen. In the afternoon we walked downtown and Stephen went to the library, then joined me at Neros for afternoon tea. It was a pleasant, sunny day, a bit too warm in the sun even at 3.00ish.

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It is grey today, with temperatures 12-18 degrees. At 2.20 p.m. it’s about 17 degrees. When I check Vic Park weather the nights are a bit colder, but daytime temperatures about the same for this week. Odd!

Today we are visiting Wimbledon where there are tours of the grounds and courts, plus a museum, shop and cafe. I’ve been looking for something to take home for Matt, and found a nice sports jacket. The young people we’ve seen wearing them look pretty snazzy. I think Matt will as well.

Stephen did a full 1.5 hour tour, where I chose to have a quick look at Centre Court and tour the museum.

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Me at Centre Court. It was a tour, but I was the only one who turned up. Stephen has his own Centre Court photo.

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They have a VR presentation which is pretty sensational. They have started taking 360 degree video of the competition and it makes for an amazing experience. They have a trained hawk that acts to scare birds away from the courts during matches, and part of the presentation had the hawk landing just in front of you, I could have reached out and touched it. You can turn your head to see the Royal Box, such is the magic of VR.

The museum is very well done and covers the game from early days of Real Tennis played by Henry VIII and others to the present day. I liked seeing the dresses women used to wear when playing.

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It’s easy to get here (Wimbledon) from our place, a tram ride to Wimbledon central from outside our housing complex, then a bus ride that took us just outside the gate.

Today we had news of the outcome of the Trump/Kim summit. Insulting the Canadian Prime Minister, blowing off the other heads of state of traditional allies at the G7, and cozying up to a dictator. Giving said dictator legitimacy despite his human rights record and nuclear capacity. I don’t think anyone really believes that Kim will give up his nuclear weapons. No wonder a Fox News host got a bit muddled and accidently described them as ‘two dictators’ – that is on Trump’s own fan channel. Are we impressed – not likely. It seems that he has played directly into Kim’s hands.

Gareth Evans said in an interview we saw on the ABC that with international diplomacy you have to be prepared to talk with ‘the worst of the worse’ in order to achieve peaceful ends. However, a wise leader would not think it meant having to flatter Kim and fly US flags alongside North Korean flags.

We understand Kim’s motivation, having proved his nuclear capacity he must improve conditions economically in order to hold on to power in North Korea. However, it is obvious that he has to keep the nuclear capacity as much as possible whilst doing just enough to have sanctions lifted.

Everyone has been willing to talk with Kim Jong Un since the full crazyness of the Trump administration has become clear. The fear that the madman in the Whitehouse would start a nuclear war for purely selfish and egotisical reasons was the motivation.

 

Safely home again in East Croydon

The roundabouts! Such a danger to a newbie to driving in England. We only had two close calls that we know about, perhaps there were more. When we arrived at our final stay in Swindon we eventually had to give up trying to get the right exit to the roundabout and went and parked up near Sainsburys. After the break, the getting into the little housing estate where we were staying seemed quite easy.

I was feeling so stressed yesterday that we booked the car for an extra day so that I wouldn’t feel under pressure to get back early. With a coffee break at a gorgeous little pub, followed by lunch at another pub (not quite so gorgeous) it took us about 6 hours to drive about 200 kms. There was a choice of motorways or small roads with lots of roundabouts, I’m not sure what is worse given that cars seem to drive at motorway speeds no matter what the road is like.

We had been thinking of going to a seaside town, and since trains go there and we have been to Brighton, we decided on Hastings (also because of the name, of course). We have been able to book an inexpensive room in the centre of the town within walking distance to the beach for $90 for two nights, $103 with the AirBNB fee. That is such good value as other prices started at $150.00 per night. AirBNB have redefined BNB to bed and bath, not bed and breakfast, and the price does not include breakfast. However, we are happy to pay less and either bring our own food or go to a cafe.

The worst part of our road trip was the driving. Even my navigator got a bit stressed. However, we were able to visit some beautiful locations and it was definitely worth it.

We enjoyed walking around Hay on Wye on Wednesday afteroon. The sunshine continued all day. The next day we drove through the Brecon Beacons, a scenic area with mountains, rivers, waterfalls and forests. We saw very little, but enough to feel it would be lovely to revisit for a few days. The featured photo shows a visitor centre where we had lunch. We didn’t do much walking – the attractions of the area are walks – so actually missed out. We had a room booked in Monmouth and had to head in that direction in mid afternoon.

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This is a large reservoir – not a lake
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lots of views like this

The idea was that we would travel towards East Croydon, breaking the journey at a couple of places and leaving a short drive home at the end. However, I didn’t actually calculate the distances. Monmouth is a large village with fame as the birthplace of one of the Henrys and of Rolls, of Rolls Royce. There were many attractive old buildings. We had dinner there the first night before going to our accomodation in a nearby tiny village.

The house has been extensively renovated, but we had a room in the old part of the house with exposed beams and a sloping floor. The bed head was considerably lower that the foot and I only needed one pillow to sleep, normally I have two. The room was spacious, with two little armchairs. Hosts often overlook the need for armchairs in a room when you are staying in someone’s house. We had a large bathroom to ourselves, not ensuite, but close by.

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sloping floor – but such a charming room

In the morning our host had set up a breakfast in the dining room. This room was also low ceilinged and part of the old house. We felt she was operating more as a traditional bed and breakfast as she prepared toast and scrambled eggs for Stephen. We had an interesting talk with her about the house and history. We enjoy being in houses with lots of books – it makes us feel at home.

We went to a nearby beauty spot on our way out of Monmouth. In the 18th century a special picnic place called the Whitehouse was built because the wealthy did not want their picnics spoiled by weather. It’s a pretty solid building, but does have windows so that they could see the view.

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It was a cool, misty day, so the views weren’t great and as the White House was closed we had our picnic in the car.

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Kymin military monument
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An ancient gate in Monmouth, built around 1270 AD
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looking down the street at Monmouth from the gateway

Our last night’s accomodation said on the AirBNB site that guests had sole use of the space. As our hosts went away for the night, that turned out to be true, but isn’t necessarily the case. I gave feedback that they need to reconsider the description. The house was fairly modest, but had comfortable arm chairs, fast internet, and we were able to set up the ipad to watch the last episode of “A very English scandal” on the large screeen TV. Our room had a bed and a wardrobe in it, nothing else. However, we slept well – the ultimate test.

Then the tiring drive home.

This morning is blogging, facetime with Matt, and in the afternoon, taking the car back to the hire place, then some shopping. Stephen has booked us into a play in London on Wednesday. And we have our seaside trip to look forward to. We hope for fine weather, but this is England…

We just had a lovely session with Matt. He looked very happy and relaxed – after an excited greeting when we first saw him. Hidde gave us his news and we gave him our news.

 

 

Sunny morning in Brilley

We are having a lazy morning. It started out being misty, but it has cleared quite a lot and we now have sunshine. We slept in until about 8.00 a.m. We have been moving each day since Sunday and this is the first time we have had two nights in one place. Our plan today is to visit Hay on Wye, and also plan the rest of our little trip in the car.

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Our cottage. It is an annex to the main house.
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Living room
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Fully equipped kitchen. The fridge and dishwasher are behind cupboard doors
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The bedroom has a skylight at either end, plus a window. We pulled the blinds on the skylights to sleep as it gets light so early.
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Our cottage is the section with the lower roof and single skylight. We are next to the shed.
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View down the driveway this sunny morning.
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View across the fields.
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View from our upstairs window yesterday evening.

I’ve made a slideshow of our climb yesterday, but our internet is too slow and it was taking forever to upload. I’ll try again when we have faster internet.

 

 

Crossing the border

Today we walked up North Hill about halfway, shared a roast meal, followed by sponge with jam and cream, then drove from the Malvern Hills to a little place called Brilley in Wales. We paid one pound at the border crossing.

North Hill, The Malverns

Tonight and tomorrow night we have a cottage all to ourselves with kitchen and living downstairs and bedroom and bathroom upstairs. We are on a little hobby farm with dogs, chickens, geese and horses.

Tomorrow we plan to explore the Wye valley. I drove through here on my own about 32 years ago.

I’m very tired and will write again tomorrow.

Two days on the road

We left at about 10:00 am on Sunday after talking with Matt on FaceTime. I had been quietly dreading the driving, but apart from the frustration of too many roundabouts it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. The motorways make it fairly easy to get the miles done, and having two pairs of eyes to check the road is enormously helpful. We had quite a long break at lunchtime and I was able to nap lying down in the back seat for half an hour

We enjoyed catching up with Ron and his family at a nearby carvery, basically having a really good Sunday roast. The family individually have their personal challenges, but the love and support they show for each other is wonderful to see.

This morning we set out a little before 10.00. To avoid the motorway we headed first to Tewksbury, which turned out to be a very good choice as it is a delightful little town. We had a morning coffee, then visited the Abbey and went for a walk.

We then drove to The Firs, which is a small cottage the family were living in when Elgar was born. We now know a great deal about his life, supplemented with a biographical documentary by Ken Russell which gave perhaps a richer perspective on the highs and lows of his life lent to us by our hostess here at our AirBNB in Malvern. As well as going through all that was on display, and taking out National Trust membership, we enjoyed photographing flowers in the cottage garden.

Our accommodation is set in the Malvern area, with a village that is spread over the hillside. Our hostess is a widow and we are only her second set of guests. She is warm and kind and we have enjoyed our discussions with her. Her husband became a world traveller after retiring from the police force and brought her home from one of the countries he visited when she was 19 years of age. They seem to have had a very happy marriage and have a daughter who is studying music theatre. Fortunately she has many friends from her 24 years of living here. She said a friend of hers signed her up for the AirBNB listing – I guess she will find out from experience if it is something she really wants to do. We feel very grateful that we can share her old and beautiful home.

We asked about somewhere to have tea and she took us out in her car to get some fish and chips. We had some fruit with us, so our meal wasn’t altogether unhealthy!

Tomorrow we will leave our stuff in the house whilst we do our best to do the walk up the hill. The beginning of the walk is nearby. Our next place is near Hay on Wye, about 40 miles away and we won’t need to leave this area until mid afternoon.

Visiting ‘The Limes’ and Tate Britain

We went and did some shopping on Thursday afternoon. We needed a plastic holder for our parking permit for when we bring the hire car here overnight, plus some other stuff. I bought a couple of cheap jumpers and a a pair of track pants from Primark as I have been finding I need more slightly warm ‘around the house’ clothes.

Yesterday we did quite a trek by tram, bus and train. Stephen wanted to visit Richmond-on-Thames, where there is a house painted by Turner. He lived nearby for about six months (that was his ignomonious time of being booted out of his girlfriend’s room and down into the cellar). He didn’t recognise the house he lived in, but it was on Ashleigh Road.

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He wasn’t booted out for bad behaviour, it was because she was in love with someone else who had been away and was returning to stay with her. We can imagine how humiliated Stephen felt as he had had no idea until she asked him to move out of her room. Stephen moved out of the house after six months.

Stephen has a print of one of the two paintings of The Limes which we have hanging at the end of our passage. I’ve been able to download this thumbnail. We will need to check when we get home to see if it is the same as his print.

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As you can see, it is more a sunrise on the river scene, but you can just glimpse the house in the far left of the picture.

We found a refuge after a long tram ride, followed by a long bus ride, about two hours of travelling, at Ye White Hart, a beautiful old pub with a balcony overlooking the Thames. We ordered hot drinks and discretely ate our home made cheese and lettuce rolls.

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It was quite difficult to work out where the actual house was located. The staff member that Stephen asked had no idea. Stephen thought it might be a white house we could see in the distance. I took a zoomed photo on my trusty 18-135mm lens and we zoomed in on the house. Clearly, it wasn’t it.

Eventually Stephen was able to locate the actual house, which we had walked past without noticing. It is now surrounded by buildings and doesn’t have quite the feel of the area in the painting. We were able to look at it from the river side and the street side. 123 The Terrace. It has been called The Limes for a long time, perhaps even by the original owner.

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on the river side of the house
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The house is heritage listed and fortunately the newer building are not too jarring
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The front of the house
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our nice little spot on the balcony of Ye White Hart

The featured image shows a zoomed in view of the bridge we could see from the balcony.

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rowers

Our plan was to go to Tate Britain, partly to see the Turner exhibition there. The actual paintings of the house are not held by Tate, so we wouldn’t be able to see them ‘live’.

It took a good 2 hours to traverse London traffic in red buses. Fortunately Friday has late opening hours, which meant we had time to have a hot drink at the cafe before going around the galleries. We gave up at about 6.00 p.m. We caught a bus to Victoria Station and zoomed home.

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We weren’t having another cuppa, just resting at a table with someone else’s stuff still on it. There was a band setting up in the cafe and we were trying to get away from the noise.
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They were setting up the cafe as a music club as we left.