Tuesday 26 December 2017

26/12/17: Totteridge and Woodside Park

Walked a round trip from the Orange Tree pub via the stables and back through Woodside Park. Lots of new graffiti, possibly with an anti-capitalist slant. My favourite, though, was the "50p Lollies" chalked on the school wall.
Miles walked: 3.63
Cats spotted: 0

Monday 25 December 2017

25/12/17: Kenwood to Parliament Hill

A Christmas walk from Kenwood (café closed) to Parliament Hill (café closed). 

There were plenty of dogs, as usual. One had a leg in a splint. His friendly owner said he was a one-year-old called Bert and that he'd run into a car. He looked cheerful enough, though, and was enjoying the walk.

There were hardy swimmers diving into the icy lake to the sounds of a trumpet playing a slightly wonky "Silent Night". A small crowd had gathered on the other side of the water to watch. 
Miles walked: 3.38
Cats spotted: 0

Sunday 24 December 2017

24/12/17: Totteridge

A short walk around Totteridge in the direction of the Orange Tree pub. Having been off work for only two days, I was dismayed to find myself quickly out of breath. Sadly, I saw a dead creature in the road. I thought it might be a fox, but closer examination of the mangled remains revealed it to be black cat. Not a happy Christmas for him.

The highlight of the walk, once I got away from the noisy traffic, was hearing a chorus of birds singing from a high tree – a reminder that life goes on.

Miles walked: 1.63
Cats spotted: 1 (deceased)

Friday 22 December 2017

22/12/17: Totteridge to North Finchley

In the alleyway, a pretty black-and-white cat was startled by a dog and leapt onto the top of the fence with impressive speed and agility. (1) My own cat isn't capable of such feats.
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The journey was enlivened by debate over the merits of Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, which was highly entertaining – whatever the orchestrated social-media backlash might tell you.

In North Finchley, some men in ludicrous festive suits climbed out of a black van. Possibly they were going to give a concert. (2)
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Eight charity shops later, I walked home ready for lunch.


Miles walked: 3.25
Cats spotted: 2

Sunday 19 November 2017

19/11/17: Mobile in Totteridge

In Totteridge, at the start of my local four-miler, an American woman wearing a fake fur coat and riding a bicycle stopped me and asked if I could make a phone call for her. After much confusion about the number, which she had scribbled on a tiny scrap of paper, I dialled and handed her my mobile. No answer. Tried again and handed it to her, saying – only slightly joking – that I hoped she wouldn't run off with it. She said she wouldn't, then dialled again. When her friend answered, she entered into a lengthy chat about social arrangements with no urgency whatsoever. She should really have prefaced it with "I've borrowed someone's phone so I have to keep this short", but instead was chatting away happily. It was cold standing there in the street and I said "Listen, I really need to go." She wound up the call, gave back the phone and we said goodbye. I walked away, then she started cycling after me, offering to pay for the call. I said there was no need, then she wheeled off happily to meet her friend.

Sunday 15 October 2017

15/10/17: Totteridge to Finchley Nurseries Garden Centre (again)

We walked over the open fields of Totteridge (1) to Finchley Nurseries Garden Centre. Saw one dead rabbit, which looked like it was just sleeping. Also saw a sinister pile of something with a feather sticking out of it. (2)
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A friendly cat was happy to be talked to and spoke back with a kittenish, high-pitched miaow. (3)
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In the garden centre, they were doing good business with pumpkins. (4–5)
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There were three more cats. Amber was asleep on a table of flowers. (6) The grumpy black cat was stalking around the "perennial tunnel" and then slinking into the shop (7) so I kept clear of him. A doddery old black-and-white cat was sleeping on the roof of the aquatic centre, but stirred himself just to be sociable. (8–9) I picked him up and made friends. The staff later revealed that he was the grumpy cat, not the all-black puss I had avoided. (Should have remembered that from HERE.)
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We went in search of Max's grave round the back of the big greenhouses. Max was a big, tough tabby who used to sleep in a box in the shop window. The staff had made a touching grave marker for him, but it was nowhere to be seen – perhaps relocated to another part of the premises or grown over already. 

We had toasted sandwiches and coffee on the lawn outside the café, with soppy dogs yelping at their owners, parakeets flying over and goldfinches eating from the bird-feeders.

We walked back through the "rat poison" field and past the deserted barn. It was warm but distinctly autumnal.
Miles walked: 3.07
Cats spotted: 4

Saturday 30 September 2017

30/09/17: How to destroy a library

I walked the three-mile round trip to North Finchley Library. Since I last went, they have pretty much finished it off.

In place of any staff is a single security guard. In place of a welcoming open door is a PIN-coded entrance gate that would not let me through. With the help of the security guard, I got in, but then had to fill out a form to request future access.

The new version of the old library is empty, lonely and a little scary. It's certainly not a place you want to hang around in.

All music CDs are gone. The three I tried to return came up on the machine as "unknown item detected / return failed", so I could not give them back. But I'm sure they'll be happy to fine me for overdue items anyway.

It's for matters like this that a member of staff would have been useful, but of course they have all been sacked or had their hours cut.

I had to leave the CDs at the vacant desk with a handwritten note and hope that someone will check them in later. Pathetic.

The children's library room now looks like this:

I was told that it has been sold off. So will we be refunded the taxes we paid for it? I don't think so.

The "teen zone" area is also gone. Funny how the next generation has to suffer for decisions made by inconsiderate adults.

There were some signs up, but they made little sense:

It's absolutely criminal what Barnet council are getting away with. The library service I took for granted as a child has been all but destroyed for the next generation. And why? Because of greed.

Forget literacy. Forget education. Forget community. It's all about the money. And yet we are all so much poorer for these terrible decisions.

Monday 28 August 2017

28/08/17: Finchley Nurseries garden centre

We walked into Totteridge and found the secret boating lake. On the path around the water there were two older ladies struggling to cross a fallen tree. We started chatting and walked along with them. They were also trying to find their way to the Finchley Nurseries garden centre and were unsure of the route. 

After looping around the lake we found a path back towards Mill Hill (1) over the open fields, past a herd of cows, with the ladies still in tow. 

At the far side of the cow field we saw the famous "rat poison" sign. (2)
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"I like your hat!" joked an old lady at the gate at the edge of the field. It might be OK for a hipster teen to insult my (non-)fashion sense, but it seemed a bit extreme coming from an old lady! The hat must be really bad, I realised. To recap...

I had bought a straw hat in Austria to avoid sunburn and sunstroke. It lasted all the way back to London, until the very last leg of the journey. I was waiting on the northbound Northern Line tube platform when a sudden gust of wind from the tunnel tugged the hat off my head and saw it sail swiftly down to the trench beneath the rails. I later filled in a lost-property form – mainly for sentimental reasons (it had zero actual value) – but unsurprisingly there was no response to that (see below). I'm hoping that it made a decent nest for a family of mice. Anyway, I found myself without a hat. Yesterday, at the Brookmans Park boot sale. I found a stall selling vinyl albums for cheaper than anyone else (£1 a go). Not only that, but they were far better albums than those on the overpriced stalls. I started going through the whole lot but was burning badly. Seeing that he had a committed customer, the kindly stall holder gave me one of the inexpensive hats he was selling. It was ludicrous: a pistachio-green-coloured plastic item suitable for a small child. In fact, for a small girl. It didn't fit and it made me instantly hot and uncomfortable, but it protected my head long enough for me to be able to buy an excellent selection of records. It was this same daft hat that I was wearing today when the old lady commented on it... 

At the garden centre (3) we had tea and toasted sandwiches at the café. Two birds of prey were circling high above. I saw two dragonflies (mating). 
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In the main garden centre shop we met two of the several cats that live there. One was feasting on cat food and emitted a low growl when approached. (4) A member of staff warned that he was "naughty" and would scratch. The second cat was far friendlier and allowed himself to be stroked. (5)
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We walked home. There were plenty of walkers out by this point, many of them with large dogs. It was very, very hot. Luckily, I had my hat. (6)
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Miles walked: 3.82 
Cats spotted: 2

Saturday 12 August 2017

12/08/17: Erlebnis Sennerei dairy, near Mayrhofen, Austria

Walked about a mile from the Mayrhofen hotel, (1) past a campsite, houses with firewood stacked high against their walls (2) and a beautiful old barn, (3) to the Erlebnis Sennerei dairy (opened in 2001). (4) 
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We took the tour of the cheese-making facilities. It was surprisingly fascinating stuff, from whey-making processes to "brine baths" and "cheese worms". There were signs stating things such as "Look into the cheese tank", and heavy machinery moving and rotating huge slabs of cheese. (5–6)
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It was very "Willy Wonka". We saw a lot of cheese. There were also sampling stations, where we could try the just-made yoghurts of various flavours (strawberry and coffee were the most delicious). (7) What was impressive was the meeting of cutting-edge technology and ancient tradition. Their cheese-bots work tirelessly to pasteurise and homogenise. One room full of endless pipes was entirely robotic, with no humans allowed. The pipes apparently store 15 years' worth of data about their activities.
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We then walked around an animal farm, with goats you could stroke (8) and a few cows and chickens, before heading back to the Obermair to pack and check out.  
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Thus ended the Austrian walks.

Other highlights from the week in and around Mayrhofen included:

• swimming twice a day in Hotel Obermair’s small pool, which started out warm and got colder as the week progressed.

• watching the hotel rabbits out of the window and feeding them dandelion leaves.

• watching the family of semi-wild cats – Mum, Dad and two kittens – living under the hotel wood shed. One of the adults could be seen out hunting all day every day in the adjoining field. On the far edge of the same field were some unidentified brown animals – too large to be rabbits, so possibly deer.

• eating the lavish hotel breakfasts of eggs, breads, cheeses, cereals, coffee, hot chocolate, fruit, granola, “multivitamin” fruit juice and more. I didn't try the "Hunter's meat paste", though.

• meeting the super-friendly people: everyone was so kind and generous.

• seeing two folk concerts at Hotel Berghof: Die Finkenberger consisted of two men (guitar and accordion) playing sweet traditional tunes. Rita & Andreas, meanwhile, are apparently Austrian celebrities. He played accordion and sang. She played guitar and sang harmonies. The elderly people in the bar, some wearing the traditional dirndl, stood up and danced when they played certain old songs. But the singing couple brought a modern twist, too. They had their own tour bus and their own merchandise, including CDs, sunglasses, badges, mugs, scarves, T-shirts and a miniature Rita & Andreas tour bus.

• observing the chalet-style wooden architecture.

• walking up and down the main street, looking at the exotic shops and admiring the complete lack of mess and litter.

• playing table football in the shed outside the hotel.

• playing table tennis next to the hotel annexe.

• trying the hotel sauna and finding it just too hot to cope with for more than a few seconds. Not understanding the “rules” re: clothing (my swimming trunks stayed on) and possibly offending a naked woman.

• enduring the crazy weather – mist, sun, rain, more mist, more sun, more rain.

• repeatedly visiting "Ciao" restaurant, which served the best "cream of tomato soup" I've ever had in my life.

• bumping into David and Sylvia regularly and getting to know them a bit.

• visiting an interesting exhibition about the painter Klimt in the Hotel Neue Post, displaying numerous postcards he had written to his sweetheart.

• talking to the big ginger cat living in the haberdashery shop and the stuffed marmots in the chemist.

• living among the endless trees and the endless mountains.

• not missing anything about Totteridge except for the piano and the cat.