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August 04, 2005
Deep South-East : Lewisham and Blackheath
"With the plain in my head, I went to the Heath" - Samuel Beckett, The Expelled
Loampit Vale
Loampit Hill
Lewisham Way
College Cafe - top marks for deadly fried slice
Lewisham Way
Loampit Hill
Loampit Way
Lewisham High Street
Courthill Road
Morley Road
Dermody Road
Eastdown Park
Lee High Road
The marvellous Aloddi Accordions take in my instrument for vital repairs, and meanwhile I have two hours to roam...
Brendram Road
Church Terrace
Heath Lane
Eliot Vale
The Orchard
Mounts Pond Road
Eliot Hill
Lewisham Hill Er, this is the wrong way
Eliot Hill
The Heath - more of a parched desert today, with the sun beating down on the massive, sleek rooks who take it upon themselves to spread out in order to surveil the whole plane
Hare and Billet Road
A whole road named after the pub on it! Into which I was forced to go for a life-saving pint
Grotes Place
Lloyds Place
Camden Road
Tranquil Vale
Now people often give you this line about London being a 'collection of villages'; but there aren't many of these that genuinely feel so. Blackheath's Tranquil Vale has a certain magic. Indeed the whole area around the Heath, with its bracing air and its staunchly middle-class C19 residential architecture, is, considering similarly-placed suburbs, uniquely un-city-like. Imagine Hampstead without the infuriating crowds of toffee-nosed shop assistants with rich parents who populate it.
Collins Street
The whole of the main thoroughfare being taped off by the now-ubiquitous armed police, and with no sign of being liberated soon, I take a random side street
Baizdon Road
Eliot Vale
Heath Lane
Church Terrace
St. Margaret's Passage
The hill between Lee High Road and Blackheath seems to have many of these intriguing passages, one of my favourite suburban features. These ones are uniformly overgrown and mysterious, and bordered by des reses in states of genteel disintegration.
Lee Church Street
Lee High Road
On the DLR returning, each carriage has at least two police; their radios squawking mutedly: ..."Suspicious male with a rucksack..."
Posted by robin at August 4, 2005 07:30 AM