I’m off to India for 3 weeks with work… So you are left in the very capable hands of Mrs Bugle during this time. Sorry for the lack of updates recently – been very busy planning the trip, not to mention weddings and things…
Unless we go very far off track, and across to Pakistan, then I probably won’t go as far as the rather depressing Durand Line, named after former Blackheath school-boy-resident Mortimer Durand, but you never know… Surely someone in Blackheath must have a history that isn’t steeped in colonial blood and misery?!
Anyway, any comments to the usual address will be read by Mrs Bugle for the next few weeks.
Photo from SuperClaire.com
According to the London Farmers Market site, the Easter bunny has not cancelled the Farmers Market:
Some farmers and producers may be taking a break but all our markets will be open as usual over Easter.
Most of the market sellers were there, but not the veg stall nearest the entrance. The milk & yoghurt stall wasn’t there, neither was the butter stall, but there were lots of herb & plant sellers.
Filed under blackheath, food
Wonderful photo of the Big Top at the Blackheath Circus, as of last year… I can’t find any really nice creative-commons photos of this year’s circus otherwise I’d add them. There’s this one, but it’s copyrighted. If you aren’t scared of clowns, then the current circus is on until 14th April – see their site for more info. Although it seems wrong that they have a website, unless the server is running inside a wooden caravan powered by an elephant on a treadmill… Which I don’t think they encourage these days.
Photo by Flickr user pic fix
UPDATE: If you’re thinking of driving to the Bike & Kite Festival, don’t. There won’t be any spaces, and the place is crawling with traffic wardens.
A new project… Inspired by Bugle-dad coming to visit, who doesn’t share my penchant for Oystercards (“Take a train? Don’t be ridiculous!”) I’ve had to spend a good while in a car trying to find somewhere for us to park. Aside from this revealing that I have little or no concept of what a one-way street is, it also demonstrated that parking in Blackheath is a right Royal-Standard pain in the backside!
So, I’ve started trying to create a map of parking for non-residents in Blackheath. Anyone can add to the map, so please click on the Google Map here, and add some more info! This is an experiment, so if I find the map filled with adverts for viagra, I may switch it back to being privately edited… Please only add places where the public can park, not residents parking (which most of the roads seem to be).
Every time I wander past this little stone, it makes me smile. I like milestones (although, I believe that this is technically a boundary marker, not a milestone). There’s something very Blackheath about it, especially the fact that upon closer inspection, it is not actually from the 1800s, but is an impostor! A replacement furnished by the Blackheath Society, to remind the locals where Lewisham ends and Blackheath begins:
10ft (NORTH) FROM
THIS POINT IS THE
BOUNDARY OF THE
BORO OF LEWISHAM
REPLACED BY THE
I guess the boundary must have moved at some point, as I live south of the marker, but my council tax is paid to Greenwich… It’s all very confusing – I supposed a little string of boundary markers would make it more obvious, but possibly hold up the traffic somewhat…
Anyway, stone masonry is a wonderful thing, and I was doing a little research about typefaces used by masons, when I spotted this explanation of Serif fonts:
Serifs are the extended corners at the ends of a letter and like all good design, they have evolved naturally. They originated in the stone-carved letters of the Ancient Romans. Stone masons discovered that it was technically easier to finish chiseling the ends of a letter in a slow curve. Not only did serifs look more elegant but they were also very practical as they formed a natural channel for water or rain to flow away as it cleaned dust from the corners.
And then, the internet being the internet, was inevitably guided towards something really wacky… It seems that Eric Gill, creator of one of the most used modern typefaces, had rather a shocking life… Nothing to do with Blackheath, except to say that my journey from here to there wouldn’t have happened without the little stone opposite Barclay’s bank.
I’m not sure how long it has been there, but the Princess of Wales pub has started selling a very nice Pale Ale called Meantime… It tastes lovely, and is brewed in Greenwich (the logo is full of clockwork and compasses, flying around as bubbles). It doesn’t stop the PoW being a seething hell hole at the weekends, but still makes for a very nice pint whilst watching the sun go down next to the heath.
Now here’s a real discovery… The rather wonderful building at the end of Bennett Park, named “The Blackheath Arts Club”, and adorned with a blue plaque, was home to the GPO Film Unit, as mentioned back when this blog was only a baby.
Having spent some time googling around looking for more information on the GPO Film Unit, I found many references to a 1930s black and white propaganda movie called “BBC: Voice of Britain”. It was not only produced, but also filmed around Blackheath. There’s more here about it. I’d pretty much given up hope of ever finding a copy, and had written about it in the past, when I spotted a mention of the film on Louis Barfe’s rather wonderful Cheeseford Blog.
I duly fired off an email, and heard nothing until recently, when much to my surprise, he offered to send me a copy of the film! You can watch it here.
But now comes the tricky part – I’ve watched it, and cannot see much in the way of Blackheath there…. Could these be a leafy part of Blackheath?
They don’t look very familiar to me… In fact, the only part that did look like Blackheath, was this section towards the end, which looks a lot like Bennett Park to me:
Anyway, I’ll try to upload the full video somewhere soon, and you can judge for yourselves…. I’d be really interested if you do spot anywhere within Blackheath that I’ve missed – it’s quite likely that I don’t recognise some parts, or that some of the buildings don’t exist any more.