27 Nov 2020
I took an extra-long break at lunchtime today as I'd taken the day off my normal day-job to do the accounts for my previous side-job, which is still generating paperwork, though not much in the way of money. This took me through some undiscovered bits of Cliftonwood, including Worlds End Lane, which unexpectedly leads to White Hart Steps. That's certainly not where I expected the end of the world to lead to...
Sobering. A couple of years younger than me, from what I can find on the web he died when his motorcycle was in collision with a car at the nearby corner with Dean Lane.
From what I can work out, the name of Vauxhall Bridge may be derived from the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens that were, for a while, somewhere in the Dowry Square vicinity, themselves named for the famous London original (as mentioned in Fanny Burney's Evelina, among other books) Not sure what the through line is, though, as the pleasure gardens in Bristol weren't that long-lived, and of course the New Cut is significantly newer, so it's not like there would have been a bridge here back then.
It's an architectural treasure in that I have the urge to take it to a remote island and bury it.
Well, I think bits of it are, anyway. There's one along this stretch of road, and Google Maps seems to indicate that the buildings on the left might be Thomas Ware & Sons, tanners.
02 Dec 2020
This may be the very first time I've gone for a One Mile Matt wander and not actually gone down any new roads, trod any new steps. I just wanted a coffee, frankly, so I went the same old way to Imagine That in the marina and back again.
An office for one of the industrial places along Coronation Road; I think this is the back of the metal spraying yard rather than the tannery.
07 Dec 2020
I realised that if Hopper Coffee in Greville Smyth Park was in reach during my lunch hour, then perhaps Mark's Bread at the end of North Street would be do-able, too. And I was right. I also managed to cross Clift Road, with its pretty gable bargeboards, off my list, and encounter a dapper gent walking his dogs while playing loud jazz music from somewhere under his jacket. That's North Street for you.
Another day, another coffee. I think I may have knocked a tiny footpath in Baltic Wharf from my list of leftover paths in the area, but mostly this walk was about getting out into the crisp February cold and enjoying the walk. On the way I posted a letter at 13 Dowry Parade (home of a surgeon called Willam Falls back 1830, according to Pigot's Directory of Gloucestershire...) and pondered the strange duality of Dowry Parade and Hotwell Road, then wandered through the Dowry Parade end of Cumberland Piazza, enjoying the clean lines of the glyph graff, before taking the causeway route past a Cumberland Basin empty of water but full of seagulls, to make my way south of the harbour.
There was a smell of unpleasant fire—more the acrid, plasticky smell of some kind of accidental fire than the pleasant harbourside aroma of wood-burners on narrowboats. I think the source was on the south side of the river, but I didn't have the time to find out.
There was, coincidentally, a burning BMW outside the Counts Louse today, apparently, but that would have been too far away to smell.
28 May 2021
Another dash to Greville Smyth Park for a coffee from Rich at Hopper, but at least this time I managed to divert a bit and knock off a small section of Cumberland Road I'd managed to miss on previous excursions. Along the way I muse on a strange residence in between a warehouse and a tannery, and wonder if the Mayor might be deliberately letting the Cumberland Road Flyover area go to seed...
This is the bit of Coronation Road I came to wander down specifically, one of the little bits of road I'd missed on previous walks. It features the same nice Victorian terraces as much of the rest of Bedminster, including individual house names. I imagine the constant traffic reduces the appeal of this stretch, though.