Marylebone And Little Venice

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..Today I scanned another batch of my Streets of London colour slide collection, this time from June 2004.

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Warwick Crescent, W2 lies in the heart of Little Venice, as evidenced by the Regents Canal basin in the foreground. Much of this street was bombed during WW2. The building to which the street name is fixed is a survivor. One other, to the far left, out of the picture, is the 19th century Beauchamp Lodge, where I rented my counselling room. The rest consists of 1960s council building. We were bemused when, in the 1980s these boringly banal boxes began to be tarted up. The answers were probably revealed when the Council Leader’s gerrymandering exercise was exposed. The Waterside Café provided good snacks, cakes, and beverages; the Waterbus offered trips along the canal to Camden Lock and back. During my running years I sometimes exchanged waves with passengers as I jogged alongside them.

Porteus Road W2 6.04

These steps taking pedestrians up from Porteus Street, lead to a bus stop at the large Harrow Road roundabout. To the left of the wall is the entrance to an underpass beneath the main thoroughfare. I knew people who would not use it for a not unreasonable fear of mugging. The trees at the top of the shot screen the canal.

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Here is another shot of our friend the bemused window cleaner of Cabbell Street, NW1, which contained some rather beautiful mansion flats;

Old Marylebone Road NW1 6.04

as does Old Marylebone Road;

Homer Row W1 6.04

a turning off which is Homer Row, W1. Traditional London taxi cabs are black. This driver chose red, and likes pink. The mansions shown above are reflected in his passenger window.

Crawford Street W2 6.04

Regular readers will know that my self-imposed constraint on this series is that a street name sign must be included. I cheated a bit in this one, because it is Crawford Place, W2 that is featured, but St Mary’s Church, Marylebone, is actually in Wyndham Place, NW1. I was intrigued by the various examples of geometry on display in this scene.

Bryanston Mews East W1 6.04

Since this area is one of Westminster’s most prestigious, road sweeper, like this gentleman in Bryanston Mews East, W1, are rather more in evidence than in the poorer London Boroughs.

Clay Street W1 6.04

The embassy of the Republic of Angola is situated in Dorset Street W1 alongside the corner of Clay Street;

Kenrick Place/Dorset Street 6.04

whilst on the corner of Dorset Street and Kenrick Place stands The Barley Mow, claiming to be the oldest pub in Marylebone. Time Out had this to say on 17th May 2013:  “This corner pub in Marylebone started life in 1791 as a meeting place for farmers to pawn their goods. Legend has it that the wooden snugs (now listed) either side of the bar gave them a bit of privacy in which to make their transactions. These days, there’s a good range of lagers and bottled beers along with the ales, plus food (mainly Pieminster pies), with music in the evening mix.”

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I wasn’t the only one with a camera on the go in Broadstone Place, W1.

Blandford Street/Manchester Street W1 6.04

The Tudor Rose pub on the corner of Blandford and Manchester Streets, W1 is featured in the London Pub Review website, thus: “Our dire predictions haven’t come true – this one’s still not changed in years. Good. It’s not a bad place at all, with decent beer on the hand pumps and proper pub grub served downstairs (upstairs there’s a restaurant) including such delights as Spam fritters. Being in a Marylebone backwater, this place hardly ever gets crowded, although there’s a weekday lunchtime trade, so if you need place for a quiet pint in the area, this place will do nicely. The service is prompt and friendly and the prices are on par for the area. Whilst you wouldn’t necessarily make a special effort to seek this place out, if you’re in the locale, do drop in. Oh, except on a Sunday – it’s closed.”

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While I was working on this post, aromas of cumin and coriander led me to investigate the kitchen, where Jackie was occupied inventing her own cauliflower bahji,

Lamb jalfrezi, Cauliflower bahji, basmati rice

which we were to enjoy for dinner with her classic lamb jalfrezi and basmati rice with onions and peppers.

The Village Shop

Another fine spring day saw Jackie and me driving down to Upper Dicker in East Sussex for a family meal with our son Mathew and his wife Tess.

In the sunlight the suburban roadside crop of dandelions rivalled the yellow splendour of the countryside’s fields of rape.  Trees were now fully plumed with fresh green leaves and all was bright and clear.

We stopped for a late lunch at The Barley Mow in Selveston.  This is a large friendly pub serving real ale and excellent food.  Jackie had a tasty omelette with scary chips and I had a first rate ploughman’s.

Mat and Tess live in a pretty Edwardian terraced cottage the gardens of which are filled with flowers.  It was warm enough to sit outside until time to eat the wonderful salads, home made quiches and pizza meal Tess had prepared.

Desserts and coffee were taken in the village cafe/restaurant/general store which Tess runs.  The desserts, like the cakes, pasties etc served in the cafe, were all home made.  Since taking over this previously run-down establishment about 5 years ago the couple have transformed both the shop/cafe/restaurant and the life of the village.  What was once little more than the tuck shop for St. Bede’s school opposite is now a well stocked shop, thriving cafe and meeting place for residents and often passing visitors.  In the recent past if you wanted eggs, bread, or even milk after 10 a.m. you’d best drive elsewhere.  The place was bare and drab.  Now it is well stocked with everything one could possibly dream of in a village shop and more.  Fresh local produce is a speciality and meals are well prepared and cheerfully served. It is well decorated; has tasteful, interesting, pictures on the walls; and always has characterful music from all over the world playing unobtrusively in the background.

In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m proud of them.

Driving back through sunset over the Sussex downs was a delight.  Jackie drove and, as usual, I nodded off about halfway, coming to about 10 minutes from home. You see, I am perfectly relaxed when she is driving.