31 Oct 2020
Starting up close in Hotwells with a few bits around the Cumberland Basin flyover system, I walked to Bedminster and back on Hallowe'en, including finding some excellent decoration work.
I don't normally do HDR photography, and I still find this looks a little unnatural, but hey, it was just an experiment.
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
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.
Still a new enough figure on the local horizion to draw my eye. I wonder whether this shipwreck will be salvaged, gradually dissolve into the Avon or be let off the leash by passing vandals...
I realised I was five minutes late back from my lunch I was and scurried back to work at this point.
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.
30 Oct 2020
Something of a misty start took me around the viewpoint at the end of Spike Island and then on to try to find a new way into Greville Smyth Park. I got lost.
Someone let the plug out again. (Seriously, though, they clean out some of the silt, etc., every now and again by emptying it, sluicing it out with fresher water, then filling it back up.
14 Nov 2020
It's a famous Bristol tradition, but I've never done it.
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.
I've swum to that.
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.
15 Nov 2020
A walk back from Bedminster to my place, mostly down Duckmoor Road, which I found a little dull—probably because it reminded me a little of the suburbs I grew up in on the outskirts of London—then held up slightly by some filming on Ashton Avenue Bridge. They were trying not to let the crowds build up too much in between takes, it seems, so it wasn't a long delay.
In which our intrepid hero levels up.
Never been up here before