31 Jan 2021
I just nipped out to post a blood test (not Covid-related) and check that my car was okay, because I've not driven it for weeks. I was just going to walk up to Clifton Village, but I spotted the opportunity to re-park the car on my street rather than up the hill around the corner where it was, so instead I got in, intending just to move a hundred metres, but it turned over slowly before it started, and then warned me that the battery was very low and I should go for a long drive to recharge it.
So, I did my best, zipping up the A4018 to the motorway junction and back again, dropping off my blood at a postbox along the way, and while I did that, it started snowing. I noticed it was low tide, too, so when I got back home I headed back out again, this time on foot and with a camera so I could see if I could find any evidence of the Hot Well steaming.
I saw not a single sign of the Hot Well steaming, but it was quite a nice quick outing and I enjoyed my brief walk in the snow. Iike Hinton Lane, too, and while it's all old ground I was re-treading, I did at least get a picture or two with a bit of snow and some of the cold winter atmosphere of the trip, I think.
Went down to see if I could see it steaming. No dice. I really want to clear the spring of all that junk every time I see it, but I have no means to do it, let alone the knowledge and wisdom to know if it might do more harm than good...
02 Feb 2021
I needed to get away from my desk at lunchtime, and I saw a little segment of path in Greville Smyth Park that needed knocking off my "to walk down" list, so that gave me a target. Sadly Hopper Coffee's little Piaggio Ape wasn't there to sell me a coffee. I hope Rich is all right, not seen him so far this year.
Anyway, a fairly uneventful walk. They're putting new boundary fencing up around Hotwell Primary School (I wandered down Albermarle Row to see what the pneumatic drilling was about), the house on Granby Hill that's been covered in scaffolding and swaddled in protective sheeting has finally been revealed in its cleaned and refurbished form, and they were doing something to the flyover that leads up from the end of the Portway/Hotwell Road to the Plimsoll Bridge. Nothing much else to report.
Freshly refurbished, this is the first time I've seen it not covered in scaffolding, and it looks like they've done a sympathetic job. Historic England's listing says:
House. c1790. Stucco with limestone dressings, gable stacks and a pantile mansard roof. Double-depth plan. Late Georgian style. 2 storeys and attic; 3-window range. A symmetrical front has pilaster strips to a moulded coping; semicircular-arched doorway has a plate-glass fanlight and 6-panel door with flush lower panels. 2/2-pane ground-floor sashes with margin panes, 8/8-pane first-floor sashes, the middle one blocked and replaced with a small C20 casement; 2 small raking dormers.
Note the "middle one blocked and replaced with a small C20 casement". You can see it in the picture on the listing website, a weird small modern window in the bricked-up middle of the centre top-floor window. Here, now, it's been restored to match the other two windows and looks a lot better. Nice one.
Lots of work going on at the top of the ramp. Wonder if yet another truck ran into it, or if it's just routine work.
You can't see what's going on at the top of the flyover, but you can certainly tell that there's a lot of work vehicles up there.
I think this may be the first time I've been able to walk through this gate; normally it's the gate at the bottom of the Plimsoll Bridge spiral stairs that's open. Hopefully this is to reduce the impact of that pinch-point while we're meant to be keeping 2 metres apart, and it'll stay open for the duration.
05 Feb 2021
I did try to knock off one tiny bit of Baltic Wharf I've missed, but I don't know yet if I succeeded. Mostly this trip was just a reason to get out of the house and into the sunshine while it lasted. Spring is in the air.
06 Feb 2021
A lovely walk in the early spring sunshine with my friend Lisa. We headed directly for Jacobs Wells Road, to start off around the scene of one of our earlier walks, but this time took in Jacobs Wells from QEH upward, stopping to snap some photos of a Bear With Me, some interesting areas between Park Street and Brandon Hill including a peculiarly quiet enclave with a ruined old build I'd never found before, then crossed the Centre to grab take-away pies from Pieminister (I had the Heidi Pie) and head back to my place down the harbourside.
I guess I was wrong about them coming back to finish off the rest of the sign.
First it was a house, though a strange small one, from what I recall, then it was a ruin, then it was a gap, and now it's a structure and I imagine it will soon be a house again.
Need to head up a few of these. There's another street back there somewhere, plus the paths I've not walked on Brandon Hill
It's basically in the back yard of the Trinity Rooms, which is a house on Hotwell Road that I believe once connected in some way with Holy Trinity Church. My guess would be that that is some bit of leftover architecture from some demolition or change or other and someone's taken it upon themselves to keep it there as a bit of local history. Interesting!
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.
I went down to Dowry Parade to deliver a letter that had unaccountably been delievered here, a few streets away. It was only because the address as 13 Dowry Parade that I noticed this strange duality I'd not spotted before. The start of "Dowry Parade" has numbers in the three-digit range, because it's actually Hotwell Road, really. But a handful of them have both Hotwell Road numbers and their presumably-older Dowry Parade numbers. So, here's a snap of either/both of 315 Hotwell Road, or 17 Dowry Parade.
The basin was being sluiced when I walked over the causeway, so I got to snap a few excited seagulls, some from above.
13 Feb 2021
It's been very cold the last few days, so seeing as it was low tide at a convenient afternoon hour, I just wandered out to see if I could see the hot well steaming. I've been told that you sometimes can, on a cold day, but today, as with every other day I've tried, there was nothing in evidence.
It may be that the emergent spring has already filtered through too much cold river silt by the time it hits the surface these days, or even that it's running cooler than it used to. But perhaps I've just been unlucky.
You'll forgive me if I don't get my factual information on the pandemic from stickers on railings.
The latest Public Health England information shows that since 21 March 2020, there have been 89,698 excess (compared to recent previous averages) deaths in England (stats to end of January 2021). 105,081 deaths mentioned Covid-19. For the most recent week we have figures, nearly 5,000 people died compared to the same week in recent years.
(Also, who gives a toss if the people had some kind of "prior condition"? They still fucking died. 'Oh, well, he was two stone overweight, and his wife had anaemia. It's perfectly fine they died an agonising death from Covid-19 in their forties, because they were clearly too weak to bother about anyway...")
According to the estate agent's brochure I just found, including the cellars this place has 567 square metres of space to offer. There was not a price in the brochure, but back in 2017 they were asking for "offers over £1,995,000".
16 Feb 2021
There's a dearth of my favourite coffee places on a Monday and Tuesday at the moment. Both Twelve and Imagine That are closed on Monday and Tuesday, and Rich from Hopper Coffee doesn't seem to have come back from Christmas break. Today I pushed on a bit further than normal around the harbour and got to Little Victories, the always-reliable sister cafe to Small Street Espresso, based at Wapping Wharf. Along the way I saw graffiti, my second reference to one of Bristol's twin cities in two days, and a rather sleek little boat outside Rolt's Boat Yard.
18 Feb 2021
Really just a quick loop of the Cumberland Basin. I was going to go further, and it was a nice early spring day, but I hadn't slept that well and I wasn't really in the mood. Ah well. Not every walk is great. At least I got out of the house for a bit.
I've not been able to find much detail on this one. It's marked as a public house for a long stretch in the old maps, and on the 1879-1888 town plans named as the York Hotel. I've also seen the names York House Hotel and New Inn associated with it.
25 Feb 2021
I almost didn't bother bringing out my GPS today, but as it turned out I may have knocked off a tiny bit of Baltic Wharf, having been diverted through there on my way back from Imagine That café by finding Cumberland Road closed. Not sure whether it was just some kind of delivery to the roadworks there or if they're surfacing the increasingly-dodgy looking bit of the one lane that's left open...
I also snapped a picturesque view of Cliftonwood, hung out with a biker gang, and found a little something to nibble on growing on the Hotwell Road.
I'm all for the general efforts being made to cheer up the Cumberland Basin in general, but I feel like this particular experiment could have been called a failure.
Even if you didn't know what it was on sight, you'd probably be able to tell from the smell...
And just to confirm this is wild garlic, here's a stem. The Latin name is allium triquetrum, the three-cornered leek, because of its distinctive cross-section.
I'm glad my friend Lisa joined me today; she drove in from Shirehampton and told me that the Portway was looking rather lovely, so we set off that way. She's also braver than I am when it comes to doing urbex stuff, so this was just the opportunity to take a peek into the Portnalls Number One Railway Tunnel/Bridge Road Deep Valley Shelter whose entrance I'd found on a previous wander.
It was definitely dark and spooky and impressively big, with a side tunnel that Lisa explored that leads to a little door I don't think I've previously noticed on the side of the Portway. I didn't get many photos—even my astoundingly powerful little torch (£) didn't do much to light things up, and you're not going to get much joy hand-holding a camera in that darkness—but I did shoot a little video, which I might edit and add later.
After plumbing the bowels of the earth, we went up Bridge Valley Path to Clifton, explored some bits around the College and Pembroke Road, then came home via Foliage Cafe for coffee. Nice.