Tagged: parklands-road
Bower Ashton is an interesting little area just south of the river from me—in fact, the Rownham Ferry used to take people over from Hotwells to Bower Ashton, operating from at least the twelfth century to around the 1930s.
It's a strangely contradictory little area, with a cluster of old and new houses sandwiched in between the busy A-roads and significantly more industrial area of Ashton and the bucolic country estate of Ashton court roughly east to west, and also between Somerset and Bristol, north to south.
I've been around here before, mostly poking around Bower Ashton's arguably most well-known bit, the Arts faculty campus of the University of the West of England, but I'd missed at least Parklands Road and Blackmoors Lane, so I initially planned just to nip across briefly and wander down each in turn. On a whim, though, I texted my friends Sarah and Vik in case they were out and about, and ended up diverting to the Tobacco Factory Sunday market first, to grab a quick flat white with them, extending my journey a fair bit.
To start with, though, I nipped to a much more local destination, to see something that you can't actually see at all, the Gridiron...
(I also used this wander as a test of the cameras in my new phone. I finally upgraded after a few years, and the new one has extra, separate wide and telephoto lenses compared to the paltry single lens on my old phone. Gawd. I remember when speed-dial was the latest innovation in phones...)
It's always a treat to find a new alleyway, especially when it seems to be leading in the right direction. I reckon we're going to emerge somewhere near the far end of Parklands Road. This also might be a handy shortcut if I ever want to come back to The Ashton from home...
Aha! The end of Parklands Road, which, when I set out, was going to be my first target. Well, I got there in the end. Looks like the end is a gated-off residence, so it's just as well that alleyway was here. Following my nose has got me where I wanted to be...
It's quite the change, over the course of only about ten minutes. Busy five-lane city roads to rather rustic country lanes.
Not sure what's gong on with the sky in the top left. Looks like Apple are doing some kind of strange job of applying HDR and trying to paint some blue into the sky. I've had a look and sadly there doesn't seem to be a "just stop pissing about with HDR and colour manipulation and record basically what your sensor sees" button unless I want to enable Apple's ProRAW format, which seems a bit heavyweight for general phone snapping.
The whole little area here seems to be called Park Farm, and the area is marked as Park Farm on some fairly old maps. By the looks of it there certainly used to be a Park Farm here, but I don't know if any of it remains farmland or if it's all just residential now.
I think some of it, on the far side of these houses, is now the little estate where the Bristol Wood Project lives, where I once saw some pipers practising, and I suppose some of it may have been turned into the allotments, which would make sense for farmland...
Maybe I'll have to go have a look at the front of these houses; I think I missed them on earlier walks
It really is quite countrified all of a sudden. There used to be a couple of barns next to this house; the Bower Ashton Website has some interesting old pictures up.
Jersey Cottage is, unsurprisingly, the place the "cow man" used to live, according to this interesting bit of oral history you can listen to on the Ashton Gate House site.
Away from the A road it's very quiet, the loudest sound along this lane was the squabbling of the hosts of sparrows and other tiny bramble-dwelling birds.