WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)

More Marvin Gaye, more nearly gentrified London, if West Norwood can be called that. I took the train from Hampton Wick to Tulse Hill via Wimbledon and strolled down the A215, which is a bit like strolling out from Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter into Smethwick. I couldn’t get my bearings at all. Where is this place… Continue reading WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)

DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS

  Sometimes these posts don’t need clever titles, do they ? I have NEVER been disappointed by Dover trips, though to be fair I don’t know if they use rats in the Sweet and Sour Pork yet. Never mind the pubs, it’s a great town for the walker. Just look at those contours above. Good… Continue reading DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS