A Trip to Ireland, Chapter 2.

A Trip to Ireland, Chapter 2.

12th May 2026

I had a wee lie in - it was a very comfortable bed - a cup of tea, a bit of time on the laptop backing up photos, then showered and packed. I checked out of the B&B by dropping my key in the box provided and miming a “thank you and goodbye” to Sue who was busy on a phone call. My train to Dublin wasn’t until 1250 so I had a couple of hours to occupy in Rosslare. First stop Supervalu to pick up some lunch for the trip. The clifftop path above the port where I’d eaten fish and chips the previous evening carries on south east past the RNLI cabin and since it was a sunny morning I decided to follow it and get some exercise before spending two and three-quarter hours sitting on a train.

It was breezy but warm enough that I soon had to take my jacket off. The cliffs tumbling down to the beach along Moran’s Bay were covered in bushes and flowers and populated by small birds. If I squinted a bit I could see Tuskar Rock out in the blue Irish Sea. I’d seen on the map that there was a memorial up here to the 61 victims who perished on 24th March 1968 when Aer Lingus Flight 712, a Vickers Viscount 803 named St. Phelim, crashed into the sea off Tuskar Rock. Despite a long investigation a firm cause for the crash was never established. I wasn’t sure quite sort of memorial to expect but it was so understated that I walked straight past at first without noticing it.

I walked as far as the outdoor gym on a semicircle of grass then turned and walked back towards Rosslare, putting my jacket back on as I was now facing into the chill wind. At the RNLI cabin I turned down the steep steps to the port road and then through the small car park and along the boardwalk to Rosslare harbour Beach. This long sandy strand was populated by just me and a couple of dog walkers. From the beach I made my way to the railway station via the Ferry Terminal building because that appears to have the only public toilets in Rosslare Harbour. I took a seat in the bus stop style shelter on the platform and read my book while waiting for the train. Which was nine minutes late arriving. There is very much not a lot at Rosslare Europort station, one platform, no benches other than the perch in the shelter, no information display, not even a bin bag blowing in the breeze 🙂

On the Iarnród Éireann website where I’d booked my ticket there is a seat picker but it doesn’t give a clue as to which way the train depicted is travelling. Like others before me I took a guess at what would be a forward facing seat on the seaward side of the coach and like others before me I was wrong on both counts. On the plus side my ticket from Rosslare Europort to Dublin Connolly which took over two and a half hours cost only  9.99€ (£8.64). For context a twenty minute ride from my local station to Reading costs between £7.60 and £9.10 depending on the time of day. 

Iarnród Éireann put your name in lights above your reserved seat - not sure how I feel about that - so swapping seats wasn’t really an option, especially as the train filled up as we progressed north and most seats were occupied by the time we left Wexford. The train slowed up considerably passing through the centre of Wexford, running right alongside the quayside and then it followed the River Slaney through Enniscorthy before swinging left to follow the River Bann.

The train did quite a bit of swinging as the line followed most of the bends in the rivers. Nice countryside views though. At Arklow the line turned inland to follow the River Avoca before returning to the coast at Wicklow so I was seeing quite a bit of south east Ireland and by the coast we remained, passing through Greystones, Bray, and Dun Laoghaire to arrive at Dublin Connolly at around ten to four, still nine minutes late. Apparently due to a bridge strike somewhere around Grand Canal Dock station which required a reduced line speed so it wasn't just our train that was delayed. It was only a short walk from Connolly to the Beresford Hotel which would be my home for the next three nights. I checked in and paid my £547.40 which included a late checkout on Friday which I’d forgotten that I’d arranged until the receptionist mentioned it. My room was on the second floor and was large, with a large bathroom containing both a bath and a separate shower. It looked out over a narrow side street called Frenchman’s Lane with Ryan’s bar right opposite and the Dublin Loop Line railway the other side of that at the same elevation as my room. I would get a view of every passing train. I would also know every time that a train passed because the wheels of every train squealed loudly on the curve 😀

Later on I went out for a walk and to get my bearings. In any new city I usually head first to the river so I found my way to the Liffey, walked along Custom House Quay and North Wall Quay for a way and then back into the city along Mayor Street.

It was time to find somewhere to dine. Somewhere not too fancy, where a lone diner wouldn’t be out of place, where good food and beer might be had without arranging a mortgage. By luck I wandered into Madigan’s inNorth Earl Street, an Irish pub with fantastic decor, all polished wood and stained glass and welcoming staff (Gerry and Jackie(sp?)). The food was good too, also the Guinness. Two pints of which and three large sausages with veg and mashed spuds was £30, quite reasonable and the pub was a nice place to spend an hour or two people watching. Even with the "owd fella" at the next table, evidently a regular, doing a fairly good Father Jack impression 😂

After dinner I went for a further explore, down Connolly Street past the famous GPO. However it had turned chilly and I was regretting not wearing a coat so I returned to the hotel via Abbey Street. On the way I popped into Lidl because I fancied some sort of cake. I thought better of it when I saw that the queue for the (self service only 😦) checkouts snaked all the way around the inside of the shop. I pushed my way out through the ‘in’ barrier setting off the alarm because there was no other way out, got a funny look off the security guard, thought sod you pal, and went to Supervalu instead.

Back at the hotel I caught up with YouTube on my laptop, had a cup of tea and a slice of something very sweet and turned in. Despite the fact that the trains were still squealing (fortunately they don’t run all night) I slept rather well.

A Trip to Ireland, Chapter 1.

A Trip to Ireland, Chapter 1.

I have somehow reached my seventh decade without ever visiting the island of Ireland.  I thought I should put that right. I don’t do airline travel so I went by train and boat, meaning I paid a visit to Swansea on the way and a very brief visit to Holyhead on the way back.

10th May 2026

I like to travel as light as I can so at 1100 on a Sunday morning I hefted a 40 litre backpack onto my shoulders and walked to the railway station to catch my first train. This took me to Reading where I changed onto a GWR IET to Swansea. Amazingly both these trains ran on time, quite an achievement for GWR, particularly at the weekend. No one could claim that this was a comfortable ride since the seats on these trains were never designed to be comfortable and are now after some years use quite knackered. I arrived in Swansea at about half past two, too early to check into my hotel so I went for a walk down the High Street to get a coffee and to see what had changed since my last visit in 2019 prior to riding the Heart of Wales railway line to Shrewsbury. I discovered that Castle Square was now a large building site behind hoardings and that Turtle Bay restaurant had closed down so no curried goat for me tonight.

The Grand Hotel is an Art Deco landmark right opposite the railway station so I’d have no trouble getting my train the next morning. It’s also an easy walk to the city centre which would give me something to do that evening. I checked in and was given a nice room on the second floor overlooking the station, despite which it wasn’t noisy.

I settled in, had a cuppa, had a sit down for a while then headed back out for the evening, walking down to the marina and then the beach, along the prom in the evening sunshine, and back into the city centre where I succumbed to the temptations of Taco Bell because it was cheap and easy. Don't @ me.

Once fed I went down to the River Tawe and then back up to the castle and to a nearby bar, Sessions by Mumbles Brewery. Very nice local beers and what’s that you say? Buy one get a second free because it’s still Happy Hour? Oh well, if you insist 😀

Some of Swansea’s finest, who had obviously been on it all day started kicking off. Not sure who upset who but eventually there were five of them all threatening one who they’d decided had upset one of the women and much squaring up and reddening of tattooed necks ensued. A couple of private security people were summoned by radio and the cabaret was curtailed. I finished my free pint and returned to the hotel, on the way passing a tattoo parlour which had a life-sized cardboard cut-out of the actor Warwick Davis inside the doorway and I have no idea why? 

11th May 2026

After a very comfortable night’s sleep I showered, dressed, packed, and checked out with plenty of time to grab some food for the day’s travels before catching the 1104 train to Fishguard Harbour. I had a brief moment of panic entering the station because I couldn’t find my ticket but it had secreted itself inside my wallet when I’d put it in my pocket. Phew!

The station announcer at Swansea that Monday morning seemed to have had too much sugar, peppering his announcements with a variety of funny voices, accents, and inflections. Way too happy for a Monday. The train arrived and I managed to get a seat on the left facing forwards, which would get the best views as we wound our way along the south Pembrokeshire coast before turning north to cross the peninsula to Fishguard. At Fishguard Harbour station the platform is adjacent to the Stena Line terminal, in fact the station is the ferry terminal, no chance of getting lost between train and boat.

I checked in and obtained my “Boarding Card” and “Stena More Members Card”, both actually just flimsy pieces of till-roll paper and took a seat to wait for further instructions. Through the window I could see the boat moored alongside bearing a large three-legged cross with the words “Isle Of Man Steam Packet Company” around it emblazoned on its side. Because Stena Line’s usual vessel was in dock being repaired we would be travelling on a borrowed boat, the somewhat smaller Ben My Chree. (Stena have since sent me an unexpected 20% discount code for any Fishguard-Rosslare or Holyhead-Dublin sailing if I travel before April 27th next year as recompense for not having the usual ship.) 

The only way to get foot passengers aboard was using a minibus to drive us the 100m or so from terminal to ship. Which meant all those who’d driven their own vehicles aboard had got first dibs on the seats while we were still in the terminal. I went up on deck to watch as we left port and for the first time since 2007 I left the UK mainland (if you don’t count the Isle of Wight).

It was breezy but not cold, actually quite pleasant when the sun came out if a little noisy with the exhaust stack adjacent to the public outside deck, so I remained on deck along with quite a few others for the whole crossing. Eventually most of the alarms on the expensive cars below stopped sounding. Except for the big Audi SUV. When I made a brief visit to the heads I discovered that inside the ship was quite as chaotic as I expected and had the weather prevented staying on deck it would have been bloody awful. Three and a bit hours later I got my first sight of Ireland, it was much smaller than I expected:

Oh, but that’s just Tuskar Rock, a ship’s graveyard six nautical miles off the Wexford coast which has 176 shipwrecks listed around it and one Vickers Viscount airliner. The rest of Ireland was appearing off the starboard bow. Another half an hour passed, we arrived in Rosslare Europort and the ship was neatly reversed into a parking spot alongside the seaward jetty ready for us to disembark. 

Which took ages for us foot passengers as once again we waited for shuttle buses. The bus took us on a great loop through the port to Immigration where an Irish Customs lady checked our documents (I’d blown the dust off my passport, not strictly needed because of the UK & Ireland Common Travel Area but I’ve no other photo ID). Then the bus drove all the way back around the port to the terminal building where we were turfed off to make our own way out. I followed the pedestrian signs out of the port, climbed the long steep steps up to the RNLI lookout cabin since it looked like the shortest way and then through the town? village? of Rosslare Harbour to my B&B, Ferryport House. I had a warm welcome from Sue, who pointed out where I’d be able to get food, although I’d already scoped out the local chippy on my way from the port, the facilities of the hotel. She supplied a large bottle of chilled water, explaining that the water in the taps is drinkable but comes from their borehole so I might prefer bottled, handed me my keys and pointed my towards my first floor room. The room was large, the whole place was spotless, the view was of the backs of the semi-detached houses in the next road but who cares for one night, and there was a generous supply of tea, coffee and milk which would put most chain hotels to shame.

Having limited time in Rosslare I had a cuppa and then headed out to explore. First stop Tuskar Takeaway the chippy I’d spotted earlier. I had a Fish Box Meal, fresh fish in batter with homemade tartare dip and mushy peas, chips & drink for €14.95 (£12.95) was good value and delicious. I ate it on a bench in the evening sunshine overlooking the Europort and overlooked by a noisy beady-eyed and ultimately disappointed Black Headed Gull which was perched on top of a lamp post.

I watched Ben My Chree leave harbour and a small sailing fishing boat pass by heading north and then I went in search of what turned out to be a rare commodity in Rosslare Harbour - a litter bin. Having eventually found one and responsibly disposed of my takeaway box I walked down to Rosslare Harbour “town centre”. This is mostly the SuperValu supermarket whose building also contains a cafe/pizzeria, the Post Office, a pharmacy, hairdressers, and a dog grooming parlour. On the other side of the road was a petrol station with a convenience store and “The Dock Boutique Hotel, bar, and eatery”. What there wasn’t was a proper pub. I consulted the map. The Kilrane Inn, in the village of Kilrane 15 minutes walk down the road. Off I went. My first pint of Guinness in Ireland, it had to be done. At €5.80 (£5.02) it would also prove to be my cheapest pint of Guinness in Ireland.

Suitably refreshed I walked back to my B&B as the sun set over County Wexford. I was a little confused on opening the door to my room to find the TV was playing. It hadn’t been when I left so either it was switched on but on a channel that wasn’t broadcasting when I went out or I’d had a visit from a Leprechaun while I was out.☘

I slipped into the largest most comfortable bed in the world and slept like a log.

The next day I’d be in Dublin…

Capital Ring, Crystal Palace to Balham

5th May

Capital Ring Section 4

At twenty past one I arrived at Crystal Palace station after a journey which had very much not gone as intended, ready to walk the 4.4 miles of Capital Ring Section 4. The guide describes this shorter section as a ‘rollercoaster’ among the ridges and valleys of the former Great North Wood. That sounds more bucolic than the reality but it does have its moments. First stop after leaving the station was Tesco Express to grab a cheeky meal deal then up Anerley Hill and along Playdell Avenue to Palace Square. Palace Square does not look like you would imagine from the name. Unless you are imagining two large rectangular blocks of late 20th century flats one behind the other on the side of a steep hill. I imagine that they have a very good view of Croydon from the upper storeys although whether that’s a good or bad thing I leave up to you. A steep zig zag path led from the square to a pocket park on Belvedere Road where I made a picnic of the meal deal on a bench facing some large Victorian houses and an octagonal Victorian pillar box, the latter is something you don’t see often, the former would be a major feature of today’s walk.

Climbing further up Belvedere Road I passed the former home of Benjamin Waterhouse-Hawkins, creator of the famous Crystal Palace dinosaurs and paused at the top to turn around and admire the view over Kent - and not just to get my breath back honestly. A couple more streets of big houses brought me to the A212 Church Road over which I crossed into Westow Park, the first piece of greenery of any size so far.

Having walked the length of Westow Park and exited at the west end it was only another couple of minutes before I got to the wide open space of Upper Norwood Recreation Ground. The Ring first follows the north side of the open space adjacent to Chevening road before cutting straight across and then turning right to follow Eversley Road along the south side. Which was also downwind so benefited from a strong scent of weed on the breeze. This brought me to Hermitage Road where I ascended what whoever wrote the guide refers to as a “gentle rise” and I assume that is an attempt at humour since it’s steeper than that term would suggest. That it brings you out on top of Beulah Hill is a bit of a clue. There’s a stinkpipe opposite on Beulah Hill so I claim my two points then turn left and walk along Beulah Hill which is a typical South London suburbia main road.

I turn down a road called Biggin Hill which drops steeply, with views all the way across the North Downs before it loses height and the Ring turns right down a footpath to Biggin Woods. Biggin Woods (or Biggin Wood depending on which map you look at) is a remnant of the Great North Wood, an ancient oak woodland which once covered a huge area between the Thames at Deptford and Croydon. I bet that it didn’t have large numbers of Ring Necked Parakeets back then though.

I followed the undulating Covington Way across a couple of ridges to find the gate at the bottom corner of Norwood Grove. Norwood Grove is probably the highlight of section 4, which climbs up the hill through the parkland to the white painted Grade II listed mansion, built in the 1840s for Arthur Anderson, joint founder of the P&O steam Navigation Company.

Approaching the house the Ring actually passes through a metal rose arch, already carrying a lot of large yellow blooms. This does give you the feeling that you’re walking through someone’s garden though the house is now owned by Croydon Council and used as an education centre. As I passed around the house a group of small children were being asked to pronounce “precipitation” with varying amounts of success. I was just glad that there wasn’t any. A blue plaque on the wall records that it was from 1878 to 1913 the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Nettlefold, Frederick being the chairman of the fixings maker Guest, Keen, and Nettlefolds. Which is the former name of the automotive and aerospace components business GKN Ltd. Nope, I had to look him up 😀

Leaving the house along Copgate Path I passed from the London Borough of Croydon to the London Borough of Lambeth and into the eastern end of Streatham Common. I took a short detour around the Rookery Gardens, which is a maze of small paths through formal gardens. Returning to the Ring I headed west around Streatham Common South (having gratefully taken advantage of the “facilities” behind the Rookery Cafe) and then across the common to Streatham High Road.

Crossing the High Road in front of the War Memorial I walked down the long, straight, villa lined Lewin Road to arrive at the end of Section 4 at a nondescript road junction in front of the railway.

It was half past three.

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Capital Ring Section 5

It was only half past three.

So plenty of time to continue on the Ring for another two and a half miles to Balham. And why wouldn’t you? It is famously  The Gateway to the South! 😃

I turned right alongside the railway and then left along Potter’s Lane, a narrow alleyway through an arched tunnel underneath the railway. Where this met Conyer’s Road I turned left past the Streatham Pumping Station, a late nineteenth century waterworks building which could at first glance be mistaken for a mosque with its domes, minarets and fancy windows.

From the pumping station it was a straight walk north along residential streets parallel to the Brighton Main Line railway, crossing Mitcham Lane and continuing north on Riggindale Road to reach Tooting Bec Road, turning left to cross the railway and then crossing the busy road to reach Tooting Bec Common near the entrance to the Lido.

The Ring cuts across the eastern half of Tooting Bec Common between the sports pitches and the pond - though that’s hidden in the trees - on a tarmac path lined with mature trees and pink-flowering Hawthorn. Just before the path reached Bedford Hill I spotted the cafe and threaded my way through the dog walkers and yummy mummies for a coffee break and a sit down at a table outside.

Re-caffeinated I carried on across Bedford Hill onto a path along the edge of the northern part of the common but only for two hundred yards before the Ring took me left down an alley to rejoin leafy suburbia in Fontenoy Road. This was a classic Capital Ring pointless loop to avoid a short stretch of main road and soon I was back at Bedford Hill only half the distance away that I’d actually walked from the point I’d crossed it. Still, nice Wisteria.

After crossing Bedford Hill I walked a dog leg route along streets of large Victorian villas to Elmfield Road. On the corner of Cheriton Square I spotted a tall round steel column standing in the footway with a conical cap. I reckon that’s a modern stinkpipe so I’m claiming another two points.

Elmfield Road emerged onto the very busy Balham High Road opposite Du Cane Court, a 1937 Art Deco apartment block the rather plain exterior of which hides some of the most elegant flats in South London. When built it was the largest privately owned block of flats in Europe, has been home to many celebrities including the comedian and Fulham FC supporter Tommy Trinder and was allegedly planned to be used by high ranking Nazi officers in the event of a successful German invasion. It’s said that because of this it was spared bombing by the Luftwaffe but given the (lack of) accuracy of 1940s aerial bombing that’s probably bollocks and the residents were indeed just ‘lucky people’.

I continued up Balham High Road but where the Ring turned left onto Balham Park Road I carried on to the centre of Balham, the rest of Section 5 will wait for another day, I needed beer which I found at the Regent, a pub in Chestnut Grove. Having refreshed myself with Hobgoblin and my phone with a handy socket outlet I decided to avoid the rush hour tube and instead took a gentle stroll up the High Road to Clapham Common, saw some cute chicks by the Long Pond, and then got the tube from Clapham Common Station instead.

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A day trip to Lewes, East Sussex.

21st April

Pick a town, get a train, see what’s there.

Lewes (/ˈluːɪs/) is the county town of East Sussex and lies at the point where the River Ouse cuts through the South Downs. It is at a junction on the East Coastway railway line with lines to Brighton, Newhaven and Eastbourne and importantly in my case from London via Gatwick Airport, to which I can get a direct train. It’s also much more hilly than I’d appreciated from the map.

I arrived at Lewes’ triangular station at 1 p.m. on an afternoon which had become colder and cloudier than when I left home that morning.

I first headed south to the site of Lewes Priory, The Priory of St. Pancras to give it its full title. I had a picnic lunch and the hope that the sun might re-emerge. It didn’t but there was a bench in a relatively sheltered spot overlooking the ruins. In 1845, the Brighton, Lewes and Hastings Railway drove their new line through the middle of the priory site, including the priory church. The part to the north is privately owned but the part to the south is a public park, free to enter, and contains several monastic ruined buildings. Fragments of the dorter (monks’ dormitory), reredorter (monks’ khazi), frater (monks’ dining room) and infirmary can be see and walked around, or in the case of the only other visitor present sat behind with a small bottle of whisky.

With the dissolution of the monasteries under Henry VIII the King’s secretary Thomas Cromwell appointed a specialist demolition team led by an Italian engineer Giovanni Portinari to destroy the priory and they did a pretty thorough job. The manor of Southover which contained the priory was subsequently granted to Thomas Cromwell (now there’s a surprise) who built a large house on the site of the prior’s lodgings. After Cromwell’s falling out with Henry and subsequently being shortened by a head (see Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall novels and the TV series based on them) the manor passed through several hands until passing to the Sackvilles, the Earls of Dorset.

I left the priory site through the western exit having passed the medieval style Priory Tower folly and Priory Cottage which was built from stone taken from the ruins. I turned north up Cockshut Road (no sniggering at the back) alongside the priory precinct wall, under the very low arch beneath the railway to Southover High Street then east passing the Church of St. John the Baptist which was formerly the hospitium of the priory and which has a very fishy weather vane.

Turning left by The King’s Head I then ducked through an arch into Southover Grange Gardens to avoid the oncoming flock of primary school children being herded south. This was fortuitous since had I just continued along the street I’d have missed the pleasant gardens with the Winterbourne Stream running through in a straight channel and the best side of Southover Grange house itself. This house was built in 1572 by William Newton, using stone from the priory, and owned by this family for the next three hundred years. After this it was the residence of a series of wealthy merchants, bankers, and adventurers until it was sold by local gentleman farmer Harrie Stacey to the Council in about 1945. Now owned by East Sussex County Council it houses Lewes Registry Office.

From behind Southover Grange I headed towards the High Street via St. Swithun’s Terrace and discovered how steep a hill Lewes is built on. I emerged onto the High Street from St. Swithun’s Lane a little out of breath. Lewes town centre is filled with interesting old buildings including the red brick Queen Anne - Baroque style Town Hall, an impressively grand Portland stone and bronze war memorial sited in the middle of a road junction, and a brick and stone Market Tower which also used to be the town hall.

I looped around the back streets and alleyways crammed with listed buildings including the former Star Brewery and a round cottage which is the stump of a windmill and once owned by the writer Virginia Woolf. I returned to the High Street via the steep and narrow Pipe Passage. This runs past the site of a clay tobacco pipe kiln but it’s fenced off. Having circumnavigated the castle I headed there next.

Tickets for Lewes Castle (£12) are bought in Barbican House Museum on the other side of Castle Gate. The museum staff then have to escort you across Castle Gate to operate the electronic lock on the gate to let you into the castle. A zigzagging set of steps leads ever upwards to the top of the steep-sided castle mound. Here you can look out over the site of the Battle of Lewes, fought on 14th May 1264 between Henry III and a bunch of rebellious Barons. This didn’t end well for the King but Simon de Montfort fared rather better, becoming in effect the “uncrowned King of England” for a year while holding Prince Edward hostage to ensure that Henry ruled as “advised” by the Barons. Casualty figures are apparently unknown but don’t appear to have included any of the rich bastards whose power struggles started the unpleasantness in the first place. Nothing changes.

On top of the mound sits the stone and flint Shell Keep.

Inside the Shell Keep narrow spiral staircases take you up through several floors to the rooftop. It’s a lot of stairs but the views from the top over the town far below and the surrounding country are worth it. From up here you can also see the castle’s other “motte”, Brack Mount, a small wooded mound located at the north end of the bailey behind the long Maltings building. Lewes is one of only two castles in England built with two mottes, the other being Lincoln Castle where I’ve also been.

You've climbed a lot of stairs so take lots of photos, I did (see link below). I also had the place to myself, probably because it was a Tuesday afternoon in April. I met a few other visitors while I was coming down but no more than could be counted on your fingers.

A path around the Gun Garden named after the captured Russian gun from the Crimean War that is in it leads to the Norman Gate of which only one wall survives and the later Barbican Gate. This has an even narrower wooden spiral staircase to the rooftop. Here you can see a set of Machicolations. Holes behind the protecting parapet through which defenders could from a position of safety drop rocks, turds, hot pitch, and rotting animal carcasses on people attacking the castle gate below. For some reason these are now fenced off behind a sturdy railing 😃

After leaving the castle I had a look around the museum in Barbican House which has the usual collections of artifacts from prehistoric through Roman to medieval times found in a small town museum, and some history of the Sussex Archaeological Society. All located in a Grade II* listed sixteenth century house of course because you can’t stretch out your arms without touching a listed building in Lewes town centre.

It was past three o’clock so I continued down the High Street via a coffee shop in a bakery and some interesting old shop fronts then onward to cross the River Ouse at Lewes Bridge.

At the end of Cliffe High Street I turned round. Next to the river off Cliffe High Street is Harvey’s Brewery, the oldest independent brewery in Sussex. A family business since 1790. More importantly across the other side of the street is the brewery tap, the John Harvey Tavern. Hmm. If I got a later train than I’d originally planned I could sit in the sun facing the river - albeit across a car park - and have a birthday pint. So I did, Dark Mild because Mild is a rarity in pubs these days.

Then it was back to Lewes railway station for the ride home. With an hour hanging around the windy hell-hole that is Gatwick Airport Station because GWR cancelled one of the trains to Reading. Of course they did. They’ll probably try to wriggle out of the Delay Repay claim too.

Lewes is a good place for a day trip though.

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Capital Ring Section 11, Hendon Park to Highgate

9th April

After visiting the open day at the London Transport Museum Depot in Gunnersbury I jumped on the tube at Acton Town and travelled back to Hendon to walk more Capital Ring. Now the clocks had gone back there would be plenty of daylight left to walk the 6 miles of Section 11 from Hendon Park to Highgate. I’d also be getting better value for the £9 TfL now charge to park at Hounslow West. 😲

Alighting at Hendon Central I made my way back into Hendon Park to the path crossing near the railway bridge at the end of section 10 and turned left across the park onto section 11.

Exiting the park at its most easterly point I made my way through the residential streets and across Brent Street to find the narrow path that led off to meet the River Brent by the partly ruined and graffitied Weir Folly, then followed the river into Brent Park, crossing it at a little bridge. I passed the Decoy Lake, left the park crossing Bell Lane and turning into Brookside Walk which appropriately brought me to a bridge where the Dollis Brook and the Mutton Brook joined to form the River Brent. Also here the Capital Ring joins with the Dollis Valley Greenwalk and follows it all the way to Finchley Road and beyond. I turned right onto the path beside the Mutton Brook which I’d be following for most of its whole length. I didn’t see any sheep, if that is the origin of its name 🐑

The Mutton Brook and The Capital ring both pass under the North Circular Road in a long, low, but well lit tunnel then alongside a broad grass bank beside the North Circular higher on the left. There’s a large Art Deco apartment block here on the North Circular called Kinloss Court but I didn’t find out much about it online except in connection with the busting of a County Lines drug gang in 2023.

At Finchley Road the Mutton Brook goes underneath but the Ring crosses over via two pedestrian crossings (with long waits) on the southern side of Henly’s Corner. This crossing is the most Northerly point of the Capital Ring after which I followed it downhill into a woodland to cross and then again follow the Mutton Brook for some distance until the brook went under Falloden Way and the Ring turned right to Addison Way where three guys hanging about at the end of the path apologised for the exotic smoke. No problem mate 😁

After crossing the Mutton Brook again over the bridge on Falloden Way I turned right into Northway Gardens and away from the noise of the A1 traffic. Here the brook is confined in a deep wooden sided channel between the path and the tennis courts but was brightened up by some vigorous daffodils on one bank and fluorescent yellow tennis balls on the other.

The Ring (and the Mutton Brook) now took me along the north side of Hampstead Garden Suburb through Northway Gardens behind the shops and businesses lining the A1 Falloden Way and then out into Lyttelton Playing Fields where daffodils were replaced by tulips. Leaving the playing fields through a narrow lane into Norrice Lea I turned left under the trees heavy with pink blossom and past the classical stone portico of the 1956 red brick Hampstead Garden Suburb Synagogue which now houses the Kerem School, an Orthodox Jewish day school which auto-correct keeps wanting to change to "Kermit School" 🐸. (Blimey, £5,000 - £6,000 a term!)

The Mutton Brook vanishes unseen not far ahead into an underground culvert below East Finchley to its source in Cherry Tree Wood, I followed the Ring across the A1 Lyttelton Road then uphill along Vivian Way, Deansway, and Edmunds Walk where one house had a colourful tulip display in the front garden of remarkable variety. This took me to the back entrance of East Finchley Station which I passed through out onto the High Road which I crossed and turned around to view Eric Aumonier’s “The Archer” statue atop Charles Holden’s Art Deco/Streamline Moderne station building built in the 1930s.

Leaving High Road I entered Cherry Tree Wood. Somewhere under here apparently is the source of the Mutton Brook and the low lying field in the park was once watercress beds. Now it’s mostly kids playgrounds and sports pitches. At the Cherry Tree Cafe they had turned off the espresso machine and were about to shut so I had to forego a flat white and have tea instead. It was a nice cuppa and very welcome refreshment all the same.

Leaving the playing fields into Fordington Road and then crossing into Lanchester Road I found the Capital Ring sign pointing left by number 69 and dragged myself up the long steep tarmac path to Highgate Wood. Stopping for a breath part way up I turned around and hoped that the huge bank of black cloud to the west wasn’t coming my way (it wasn’t). The path curved to the right, levelled out, and entered Highgate Wood. I headed straight into the wood on a broad path passing a large swathe of bluebells on the way and turning right on reaching an isolated stone drinking fountain. 

 

The fountain appears now to be non-functional so you can no longer do as the inscription from one time local resident Coleridge suggests: 

"Drink, Pilgrim, here! Here rest! And if thy heart / Be innocent, here too shalt thou refresh / Thy spirit, listening to some gentle sound / Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees!" .

A left turn in the woods before the cafe took me back down the hill to Muswell Hill Road. Having crossed the road I entered Queen’s Wood (devoid of Queens as far as I could tell) and further downhill to cross the Moselle Brook. Not far to the end of the section now but that’s at Highgate. Which meant some sadist had arranged things so that the longest and steepest up hill stretch was right at the end of the walk. B******s 😀

A final steep alleyway with a handy rail up which to drag yourself brought me to Priory Gardens where Section 11 ends opposite another alleyway at the start of Section 12. I carried on to the “back” entrance to Highgate tube station though.

I didn’t fancy paying a peak period fare to stand up for an hour and a half though so walked up the path to the right where you can see the abandoned Highgate “high level” station platforms through the security fence and headed to The Woodman for a refreshing pint (with complementary popcorn) and later took a gentle stroll down Archway to get the tube at Tuffnell Park.

Capital ring section 11 ✅

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