Gigantism

On this sparkling autumn morning I bade farewell to Morden Park; to its squirrels, its magpies, its rooks, its parakeets; and the many passing acquaintances I have met there in the last eighteen months. Jackie, during the next couple of days, will be engaged in much more difficult goodbyes, as she leaves Merton Social Services Department afterContinue reading “Gigantism”

Kersall Telephone Box

This morning I let my feet do the directing.  They took me into Morden Park and along the wooded paths, having approached them along the cleared route between the backs of Hillcross Avenue gardens and the park itself.  An untended fenced section peters out into pleasant woodland in which I was confronted by a RottweilerContinue reading “Kersall Telephone Box”

We Get Lots Of Stick

En route to Morden by car from The Firs this morning Jackie and I were presented with incontrovertible evidence which solved the conundrum I posted on 23rd. June.  What little Flo once called ‘tree tunnels’ are definitely caused by large vans. A motorcyclist who was driving rather precariously got me talking about my Uncle BillContinue reading “We Get Lots Of Stick”

Ratatouille

Just before this dull, humid, noon, whilst Jackie was out shopping for our trip to The Firs, I took a brief stroll through Morden Park.  Apart from two friendly couples, one gay and one heterosexual, walking their terriers, I had only magpies and rooks for company.  The birds, scratting about among the stubble, didn’t muchContinue reading “Ratatouille”

The Jubilee Sports Hall

This beautiful late summer day completely dispelled yesterday’s mood.  With no particular goal in mind, I walked the length of Hillcross Avenue and into Lower Morden Lane.  Turning right alongside the cemetery I took a footpath to Worcester Park, backtracked to another pointing to Trafalgar Avenue, which brought me into Cheam, and travelled left alongContinue reading “The Jubilee Sports Hall”

Council Housing

Along the footpath to the mosque this morning a heap of building waste demonstrated that the flytipping (2nd. July) warnings have been ignored.  When I returned from my walk, it was still there, and a man was standing at the entrance holding up a board which announced that the Eid (15th. August) carpark was full.  There was aContinue reading “Council Housing”

Eid

On this dull and humid morning I had intended to follow Jackie’s suggestion that I take a bus somewhere and walk around there.  As I reached Morden bus station, a few drops of rain suggested I should pay attention to the weather forecast, and stay closer to home.  I therefore backtracked and made a tourContinue reading “Eid”

37 Rougemont Avenue

On this much calmer day, with a significant diversion, I made a tour of Morden Park.  The white cloud in evidence today was perhaps fulfilling the promise we have that the jet stream mentioned two days ago has finally exhausted itself.  Grey cloud, heavy rain, and the disappearance of the patches of blue later belied this. AContinue reading “37 Rougemont Avenue”

Merton In Bloom

After a night of rainfall which seemed to have abated, I decided to tramp the sodden terrain of Morden Park.  I didn’t have much company and, as I had just washed my hair,  when the rain came down again, it didn’t much matter that it got wet.  Saturday’s Mud Island came to mind.  Flies wereContinue reading “Merton In Bloom”

Derelict

My attention today was turned to Morden Park.  Although it brightened up later, the morning was a good ten degrees colder than yesterday, blowing a gale, overcast, and occasionally drizzling. Instead of circumperambulating (I just coined that) the park, I decided to ramble across it.  This proved beneficial, although on what I thought was my returnContinue reading “Derelict”