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London Loop – walk 1

Alan and Tim at the start of the London Loop

Alan and Tim at the start of the London Loop

Alan at the start of the London Loop

Alan at the start of the London Loop

Tim at the start of the London Loop

Tim at the start of the London Loop

Deep water wharf on the Thames at Erith

Deep water wharf on the Thames at Erith

Having lolled around far too much over Christmas, we decided it was time to break the New Year in with the first installment of our next long-distance walk. This time, we are following the London Loop, as a sequel to the Capital Ring, which we finished last year. The Capital Ring is 78 miles long; the London Loop is twice the length, at 140 miles or 224 km.

We took the train from London Bridge to Erith – not somewhere either of us had been to. We then followed the walk along the River Thames, briefly, until buildings intervene and you are forced onto a very dreary stretch of road-walking. Untidy terraces of houses give way to scrapyards and ‘waste management’ facilities. A track took us back to the River and a stretch by the Erith Saltings before turning South, along the estuary of the Darenth. After a mile, the Cray River branched off, and we followed that for almost all of the rest of the walk. As with the Capital Ring, short stretches of road walking were rewarded by much longer stretches on footpaths over parkland or rough terrain; along riverbanks or on narrow passages running between buildings or fences. Most of the time, we were in green space.

It was cold but fortunately we had picked a sunny day, and there was a little warmth in the sun. We covered the first official section from Erith to Old Bexley, and decided to carry on. The walk had been pretty much on the flat until now, but in the last couple of miles, we climbed out of the Cray valley up towards Sidcup, and ended our walk by Queen Mary’s Hospital, catching a bus to Sidcup and from there the train back to London Bridge. All in all, a promising start both to the walk and to 2010, this being New Year’s day.

By the Thames at Erith Saltings with the QEII Dartford Crossing bridge in the distance

By the Thames at Erith Saltings with the QEII Dartford Crossing bridge in the distance

Willow by the River Cray at Foots Cray

Willow by the River Cray at Foots Cray

The parish church in Old Bexley, on the London Loop

The parish church in Old Bexley, on the London Loop

Five Arch Bridge over the River Cray at Foots Cray, Bexley

Five Arch Bridge over the River Cray at Foots Cray, Bexley

Mulled wine and concrete

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Barbican residents enjoying mulled wine and mince pies

Residents at the party

Our party-going neighbours with the Barbican Lake behind

The 16th December was the first day this winter that snow fell – though not in enough quantity to accumulate on the ground. A cold snap on a North-easterly wind had arrived in London with a vengeance. It was also the day we had chosen for the Willoughby House Group Christmas Party, when, from the comfort of an over-heated flat, our committee had decided it would be a good idea to invite everyone to join us for mulled wine and mince pies in the cavernous space under the cascade by the Barbican Lake. Though it is under cover there, it’s open on two sides – rather like being under a bridge.

Undeterred, around two dozen residents wrapped up warmly to brave the chill, and a real party atmosphere developed in this most unusual venue for a party. It’s very Barbican, with its brutalist exposed concrete and its spectacular vistas along the length of the lakes – an extravagant space and a surprisingly good place for our gathering.

Susan, with some help from friends, achieved miracles with the catering, and decorated the area with candles and fairy lights. And we were especially pleased to welcome several new or recently returned residents to the Barbican. Well done Susan!

Settling in at Rugby

The front "parlour" - a work in progress

The front "parlour" - a work in progress

The Lounge

The Lounge

The dining room

The dining room

Alan in the kitchen, making Christmas Cake

Alan in the kitchen, making Christmas Cake

Alan's new office

Alan's new office

Tim's new office

Tim's new office

The big bed in the big bedroom

The big bed in the big bedroom

The gallery at the top of the house

The gallery at the top of the house

The top bedroom, for our guests

The top bedroom, for our guests

The little bedroom at the top of the house

The little bedroom at the top of the house

Wow, is it really so long since I posted? August seems such a long time ago now, because really such a lot has happened since. The move went astonishingly well. We sold our house quickly and amicably to D. R., and completed the whole transaction in just 6 weeks. We moved out on the 23 September and moved into our new house on the 24th. As we did go for a very small mortgage we were not expecting any difficulty over the application.
How wrong could we be?

Because our application form had two addresses on it, the bank decided they needed to do an identity check on Alan. Never mind that we already banked with them and old house was also mortgaged with them. An identity check was required. A letter was sent by post to the old house, which he had to send back: during the early stages of the postal dispute and ignoring that he had moved out. Alan had started at Coventry by this time – on his birthday on the 1 September, but he took a day off work and went to the house to get the letter – which had not arrived. Their response was to send another letter.

As we hurtled towards the day we needed to have the finance in place, and the day when penalties would accrue from the builders, the bank insisted that nothing could be done.  It was agnoising. But after several days of pleading, and getting our own bank branch on to this too, they eventually relented and said they would do a telephone identity check. They phoned Alan at work. They asked him is full name and his date of birth, and that was it. The money was unlocked, and life went on.

It all turned out fine in the end – this was the only hiccup, and as we now know, was no hiccup at all. On the 24th, the contents of our two-bedroom house were distributed in a somewhat arbitrary manner around our new five-bedroom (or is it six-bedroom) house, and somewhat surprisingly, the contents of our former small kitchen filled the cupbooards of both our vast new kitchen and those in the adjoining utility room.

Whoever says you will have nothing to do but sort out your curtains when you move into a new house has not moved to a new house. There isn’t a nail in the wall on which to hang a picture, or a rail on which to hang a towel and the proliferation of bare light bulbs (and there were rather a lot of these in this new house) seem designed to provoke you into commiting yourself at an absurdly early state to make judgements about future décor and colour schemes, despite having at least another five months of magnolia walls ahead of you. But it has been taking shape. It is where the time since September has disappeared!

There is more to do, but we’ve got the essentials in shape now. The week we moved in, we got the lounge, the dining room and the top bedroom more or less straight, and we had most of the boxes unpacked in a week. Alan’s books made up a vast quantity of those boxes, and more bookshelves were ordered – still not enough, so we are still weighing up where to put the extra books. It is amazing how the contents of a small two-bedroom house have expanded to furnish this house. We had a few empty rooms to start with, but two new beds and a new desk filled up three more, so it is only really the room at the front, which we are pretentiously calling “the parlour” which needs serious work still. I must have drilled over a hundred holes in walls to fix shelves, rails, hooks and all the other things we just take for granted. There is more work and filling-in to do but overall we are in good shape already.

This weekend, we’ll have a bit of a house party, with Jean and her dog coming up from the Cotswolds and Paul visiting from Canada. It will be good to have a house (partly) full. Then we will have more visitors during the week, as we assemble for Alan’s graduation as a Doctor at Bristol on Wednesday. It’ll be interesting to see how the house functions with all these people!