Tagged: biome
Morning Mist
05 Nov 2020
I spotted the fog and decided to go for a morning walk rather than a lunchtime walk today. It was cold on the Portway, but it was worth it. Most of my One Mile Matt photos are "record shots", but it's nice to get the chance to do something a bit more artistic.
The edge of Durdham Down, where the railings are, top right, is known as Sea Walls, but nobody really knows why. It's not like the sea is anywhere nearby, and they're not walls.
This impression is reinforced to some degree by another fairly recent local name. In the Avon Gorge, the main high rock-face below Durham Downs, in Westbury on Trym parish, is Black Rock, which is sometimes loosely known as Sea Walls. Sea Wall appears on the OS 6" map of Gloucestershire (1888) in a position corresponding to the actual wall built on the cliff edge by John Wallis in 1746 (Goldthorpe 2006: 38), and the name originally given to this structure, Wallis's Wall, was replaced at an uncertain date by the present non-obvious one. Given that the term sea-wall is a usual one in the Severn area for the artificial sea-banks protecting the saltmarshes (as in the See Walles in Henbury parish in 1550; PN G/ 3: 136), it is strange that it should have been adopted for this inland cliff-edge structure. The earliest record so far found is also in the title of a painting, an early work by Francis Danby, "The Avon Gorge from the Stop Gate below Sea Walls" of c.1815.
— Some Local Place-Names in Medieval and Early-Modern Bristol, by RICHARD COATES with the collaboration of JENNIFER SCHERR
Very Local
06 Nov 2020
It's surprisingly easy to overlook the giant Wesleyan Grenville Chapel—now converted into flats—if you've lived here a while. Other sights that seem to slip from my memory include the modest Ashton Avenue, a tidy terrace of little houses on a road that presumably gave its name to the Ashton Avenue bridge.
Plimsoll Bridge Swing
10 Nov 2020
I went to grab a coffee from Imagine That's little horsebox by the marina, completely forgetting that they don't open on Monday or Tuesday. On the plus side, on the way back I was in time to watch the Plimsoll Bridge swinging for a tidy little yacht.
Rabbits, bad pedestrian signage and good coffee
13 Nov 2020
A quick trip with the aim of finding a better way to Greville Smyth park and a good coffee. Sadly I was stymied yet again with the former—it turns out that you do apparently have to take a strange loop around the houses (or at least around the roads) to get to Greville Smyth any way other than my normal route, unless you're prepared to vault some railings. It may be that the disused steps from where the skater kids hang out to the flyover above might once have led to a shorter route, but it's hard to tell. The geography in the area has always confused me.
On the plus side, Rich, who runs Hopper Coffee from a Piaggio Ape does a great flat white and often has a good sign. (I collect cafe signs...)
This is actually a path; it leads across to the road at the junction with the little-used steps that go to a platform where you can cross underneath the road without going all the way down to ground level.
Hotwells and Clifton/Clifton Village
14 Nov 2020
A local walk with my friend Lisa in tow, including a coffee from the cafe in the Clifton Observatory, where I have fond memories of experiencing my first camera obscura, and cake from Twelve in Clifton Village, one of my favourite recent finds for both food and flat whites.
Outside the Zone
01 Nov 2020
This started as a little local walk with my friend Lisa, but when we randomly met my friends Sarah and Vik at Ashton Court, turned into joining them for a very long wander out to Abbots Leigh Pool. Most of this was well outside my one-mile radius but it was a lovely walk.
Sunday Morning
15 Nov 2020
My friend Sarah mentioned the high tide and I managed to drag myself out early, though still a little late. We nearly drowned in torrential rain, but the weather changed quickly and we ended up walking over to Bedminster in sunshine.
Jaunt to a Closed Coffee Shop
17 Nov 2020
A fruitless wander, as Spoke and Stringer (who I thought might do a decent flat white) were closed, and the only other harbourside inlet offering were a bit too busy to wait at, especially as I'd spent some time wandering some of the convolutions of Rownham Mead. This last congeries of dull alleyways and brown-painted garages was at least somewhere I've never been before, in parts.
A bethel ship was a kind of floating church; it would moor up near other ships and the sailors could board it for worship.
In which our intrepid hero levels up.
Clifton Village Mini Wander
20 Nov 2020
Just a quick wander up the hill to get a flat white from Twelve. I really enjoyed the spooky mannequin (?) in the window.
