Cycling the Thames

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song…

One of the great things about living in West London are the bike rides you can do that hardly involve roads.  Just parks, the Grand Union canal and The River. The weather this weekend was an autumn joy.  Bright sunshine, a mild temperature. Time to cycle the Thames. On Saturday I cycled down to Richmond Lock, crossed the bridge there and then took the towpath all the way to Hammersmith. Then back to Ealing along the river and the A4 and the parks of the Queen of the Suburbs. I started through Boston Manor Park. Not so well known, but a lovely spot.  The bizarre thing about the place is the fact that the M4, elevated, goes right through it. The planning permission in the 60s must have been interesting.

Boston manor Park The M4 carves through the park

From there it was down the Grand Union canal to Brentford, where it joins theThames.

Brentford is a pretty non-descript part of London, with a football team that is stuck in the lower leagues. But it has such potential.  See the photo above  – there’s a bit of a riviera developing.  It needs a foot bridge over to Kew Gardens to get a cafe society going.  It could be brilliant. From there I cycled through Syon Park  and then Isleworth village, next to the Thames. The London Apprentice pub is worth a visit, for its location

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That’s the house at Syon Park, here’s the London Apprentice.

From there it was a cycle to Richmond Lock, some along on the river, a bit on roads. Here’s the bridge.

The towpath on the south side  – or is it east or west side, the river bends so much –  then takes you as far as Putney.  I usually go to Hammersmith though occasionally I stretch to the extra 15 minutes to Putney. It’s a bumpy ride from Richmond Lock to Kew Bridge, but there are some lovely views, especially of Syon Park, and the rowers on the river.

It’s then Kew Bridge and beyond where you get some great views of the Strand on the Green, the beginnings of Chiswick, which is just one of the best bits of London. I’d live there if I had the money! (Actually, I like Ealing just as much).

There’s a great run through Kew to Barnes.  Leafy glades, the views on the other side, past the Brewery (now Budweiser, proper beer in the past), and the riverside pubs, which have a problem when the tide is high and the paths flood. This is the  natural world – sometimes parts of the towpath aren’t passable because of high tide. Blame it on the moon.  It’s the same Richmond way, and at Isleworth near the London Apprentice, and Twickenham.  They all get flooded, sometimes in half an hour.  I went for a beer once at the White Cross pub in Richmond (see the picture later). Locked my bike against the river railings.  Then the water started to flow in.  I thought at first it was just the backdraft of a large boat that went by. No, it was the tide. By the time I’d finished my beer, I had to take my shoes and socks off to rescue my bike.

Barnes Bridge is a railway bridge. It has style. Then there’s a straight run of road in parallel with the river just after that defines the place.  Inland there are some lovely greens.  Barnes is another top part of London.

And so on to Hammersmith. One of the best bridges in London. Though weak apparently.

I love Hammersmith.  It has scuzzy parts, but the stretch along the river, with lots of great pubs and wonderful views, is close to unbeatable.  And it has the Lyric and Riverside theatres, the Apollo for rock. And tube lines galore.  Yes, live in Hammersmith if you can.

On the river journey, you go through Hammersmith to Chiswick, and to one of the poshest bits of London, the Chiswick Mall. It floods in the high tides, but the buildings are magnificent, and to have a garden which looks on to the Thames – hey, I’d like that!

First photo is Hammersmith just down from the bridge. Then three around the Mall.

From the Mall, you go past the home of London’s  (and England’s?) greatest beer, the Fuller’s brewery. That’s right by the noisy Hogarth’s roundabout, on the A4.  Amazing that only five minutes way is the tranquility of the Thames. From the Chiswick Mall, you head on through a private estate to Dukes Meadows and along a road which weaves past playing fields, reconnecting with the river from time to time.  You can see the Barnes promenade and then Chiswick Bridge.  At this point you lose the river.  You can regain it and take the Strand on The Green to Kew Bridge, but it’s narrow and on a bike you have to stop too often as there are are a lot of people walking along the path . So I head up to Chiswick Park and thereafter to the A4.

I like the urban/rural thing.  One minute the serenity of the Thames, the next minute the roar of the A4, Chiswick roundabout and the North Circular.  It’s West London, innit? On the way home I take in four parks: Gunnersbury, Ealing Common,  Walpole and Lammas parks.  In the autumn sunshine they are all beautiful.

Gunnersbury

Ealing Common

Walpole

Lammas

Then there was Sunday.  A cycle down to Richmond and then on to Twickenham and Teddington lock, before heading back on the towpath to Richmond.

Richmond bridge and environs from the north side.

Heading into Twickenham, you see the bridge that links the “mainland” to Eel Pie Island.  No cars allowed there. Haven’t explored the island yet, but from a distance it looks cool.  Pete Townsend is a resident.

Then Teddington.

But it’s the journey back to Richmond that inspires. Such a beautiful scene.

Back to the bridge and just beyond a pub called the White Cross. it is just so tempting to stop off at for a pint of Youngs. Just bitter, rather than Special, as I’m riding.  It’s such a good location – except when the water comes rolling in. Then again, even that is good – the force of nature before your very eyes.

And so, back to Richmond Lock, before crossing over and heading back home. Another wonderful journey. So lucky to live in this part of the world…

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C’etait magnifique

So the All Blacks made it, just.  8-7.  The score doesn’t convey what a great game it was. The intensity shown by both teams, from start to finish, was amazing.  Maybe if Piri Weepu’s boot was firing in the first half there would have been no chance of a French comeback. But when France got their try and moved within one point, it really felt like it was theirs to win. Another French comeback against the AB’s looked on.  Like I said in the previous blog, I was torn.

But New Zealand were brilliant in the way they slowly reasserted control – through all those Northern Hemisphere ways (kicking, up-the-jumper mauls…) that tend to come to the fore when it’s knockout rugby – and they came out winners.  It was agonising – just one infringement from a kickable distance and France might have triumphed.

The French deserve massive credit,  they’ve been vilified throughout the tournament, almost as much as England, but they were superb today.  They took the game to New Zealand, they tackled and rucked heroically.  It was a more even game than anyone expected.  How they let it slip at times, like the Tonga game, is mystifying.  One day, surely, they must win the World Cup. 2015 in England?

I missed the Haka and France’s V-shaped advance.  I couldn’t get my Sky box to work! Saw it in the ITV analysis at the end. It was dramatic – but I remember years ago Wales getting criticised for doing something similar, without the V-shape, for disrespecting the Haka.

If there is an outstanding hero, it has to be the obvious one, Richie McCaw.  At the end, as he collected the trophy, he was clearly limping: that metatarsal or whatever it was. But during the game would you have known it? Never. There was a moment, I think in the second half, when the French, with a brilliant strike, got a turnover and sent the ball wide. Another ruck ensued, and the ferocity with which New Zealand reclaimed the ball, as if the previous turnover was a deep affront, said everything. Richie McCaw was right in there, as ever.

The right result for rugby, but hail the French too. It was truly magnifique.

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New Zealand vs France – I’m torn

How many months ago did the World Cup start? Seems like an age since England were turfed out, tails between their legs. Anyway, at last it’s the big one. What a game it should be, especially if the French turn up.

I said to a friend before the whole thing started that if England didn’t win it I hoped the All Blacks would.  They are the best team in the world, they play fantastic rugby and New Zealanders care about it so much. They really would be devastated if they didn’t win.  When England went out, everyone had another go at them and then we all turned our attention back to the footie.

So yes, come on you All Blacks… but, but… allez les Bleus! I love watching France too.  When they get going, no-one can match them for improvisational genius. Remember that comeback against the All Blacks in 1999 – the greatest of all time?

Could it happen again?  I doubt it.  The All Blacks looked awesome against the Aussies and the French were grim against Wales – and England, and Tonga, and NZ in the pool, etc, etc.  But you never know.  One burst from Parra or Clerc or Medard and the game could change.  The tails go up and New Zealand won’t know what hit them.  And if it happened, I’d probably be whooping with delight.

And don’t we want a Northern Hemisphere victory? Well, yeah, sort of.

I’ll stick with New Zealand… until I change my mind!

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So The Stone Roses are back

Hooray!

Years of speculation and denials and now it’s happened.  Just been reading that 220,000 tickets for three Manchester gigs were sold in 68 minutes.  Pretty impressive.  Hope they’ll come down to the Smoke at some point.  Might be hard to get tickets, but there’s always a way if you want them enough.  (Usually involving significant amounts of cash).

But let’s pause to ask, why are The Roses so popular?  They made two albums.  The first is now iconic but a friend reminded me today that it got 6/10 from the NME when it was released. The second album took five years to make and got dissed as a bit of a Led Zep workout when it finally saw the light of day.  In between there were a couple of very good twelve inch singles (ah, the eighties and nineties!) that were funky and rocky at the same time  (“Fools Gold” and “One Love”). And, er, that was it.

The first, eponymous (love that word – it’s so rock!)  album kicked off with the brilliantly arrogant “I Wanna Be Adored”, lurched through “She Bangs The Drums” and peaked with ‘Waterfall” which really did sparkle. It got a bit dull after that until “Made Of Stone” and the last track  “I Am The Resurrection” (arrogant, moi?). So 6/10, or maybe 7, was probably right.

“Second Coming” got slated because people were hoping for so much after the five year wait.  But there were some pretty good songs on it, Like “Ten Storey Love Song” and “Love Spreads” and “Driving South”. It kinda rocked, it wasn’t indie. People were disappointed. The Stone Roses were supposed to save the indie world.

But they represented something that grew and grew until they became pretty much the best band of their time.  What was it? I think it was mainly two things.

First they symbolised the coming together of indie music and dance.  Dance as in rave.  The “Summer of Love”, 1989.  And their riffs, the whole vibe, was a bit of a throwback to the sixties, The Byrds, the Doors, the Stones, The Beatles.  The fusion with dance wasn’t new – the New Romantics, inspired by Bowie, Kraftwerk, (and Michael Jackson) were doing it in the early eighties. But the late eighties and early nineties took it all to another level and the Stone Roses were the indie side of it. They set off the “baggie” movement: Happy Mondays, Inspiral Carpets, Charlatans and all the followers.

Second, I think the Roses were the bridge between The Smiths before them, and Oasis afterwards.  The Manc triumvirate who defined indie music for ten-twenty years: in fact, forever.  So many generations of music lovers can celebrate that, not just those who were there at the time.

And I guess there’s a third thing too.  It’s the association with football, and Manchester. United as the supreme team, City (until the oil money) as the glorious failures – but cool because the real Mancs (Oasis, et al) favoured them. Or so the myth goes.

And maybe a fourth thing.  Ian Brown has carved out an impressive solo career. John Squire is one of the great guitarists. Mani plays bass for Primal Scream. Their reputation has soared over the years.

So the myth is entrenched.  The Stone Roses are one of the great indie bands. They were the first to fuse indie with dance.  They had the best songs. Noel Gallagher was inspired by them.

I’ll happy buy into it, even if I don’t really worship the music – just like it.  And if I can blag a ticket for a London show I will definitely be there!

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Renewal and redemption

My football team is West Ham.  Legacy of 1966 when as a seven year old, Geoff Hurst became my hero.  I’ve stuck with them through thin and thin ever since. MyDad, my son, my father-in-law, my brother-in-law, are all Arsenal. How I have suffered in comparison!  We came third in the old First Division in 1986 and there is a special DVD/video about it, “The Boys of ’86”. It’s great. Frank MacAvennie, Tony Cottee, Trevor Brooking, Devo. Arsenal and Man Utd fans feel like slitting their throats if they come third.

My rugby team is Harlequins. Always quite liked their fancy-dan, underachieving image, but with some friends, got serious four years ago and now have season tickets.  Love it.  Brilliant running rugby and a great atmosphere, where all the fans mingle – no antagonism about the opposition.  Good beer, decent burgers.

Both teams had a tough time of it recently though.  The Irons got into big trouble over the Tevez/Mascherano deal (it always seemed too good to be true) and got relegated last season.  Quins had the absurd “Bloodgate” crisis, which knocked them back for a season.

But now – and yes, it’s early days – it all seems to be going rather well.  Penance has been delivered, redemption is on the way.

West Ham have a good squad for the Championship and Sam Allardyce looks to be a good man for the job of leading them back to the Premier League. (And I admit, it was the appointment I didn’t want to happen). Lost to Southampton last night, which is a shame, as a win would have put us top. But I’m feeling good about the prospects.

As for Quins, top of the Premiership with six wins out of six. Following the victory in the Amlin Cup (the second European tournament) over Stade Francais last May. Yes, teams like Leicester have lost more people to the World Cup, but we’ve lost a few too, to injury, if not the World Cup.  We’ve benefited from having a team of really good young English players who aren’t quite ready for the England team.  But they’re very close, and have been outstanding in the last few weeks.  The running rugby has been exhilarating.  If only England could play the same way. If there is one emerging player to look out for it is Luke Wallace.  He will be one of England’s flankers within a year or so, surely.  And he has the Jean-Pierre Rives haircut to go with it. (Old person’s reference to eighties French super star).

Curmudgeons (especially those from the bitter North) might say neither team deserved the second chance and probably benefited from being cool London teams, who pull the crowds in and have the bankers on their side.  Yes, that is probably true. They are cool.  They are good. Bankers like them. They play their respective games the right way.  They will never be consistently the best, but they are both teams to be proud of.  Come on you Quins/Irons!

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Just starting

The screen door slams…

Hi there.  I’m starting this blog to write about music mostly, but also some literature, maybe some art, and probably quite a lot of sport.  Football and rugby union to the fore.  These are my passions.

A year or so ago, I started writing a book about my musical journey through life.  200 pages in and I’m still working my way through the eighties.  It’s great fun, but painstaking: remembering all the songs, the lyrics, the time I got into them, when they came out.  Thinking of different ways to describe a buzzsaw guitar riff or a plaintive melody.  When I’ve worked out what you can and can’t do about quoting lyrics, I’ll start posting it;  but quite a lot of what I write about on this blog will be prompted by what I’m writing about in the book.

So right now, I’m on The Waterboys, and when they went all Irish with “Fisherman’s Blues”.  A wonderful album, full of tales of longing and regret… and love.  Violins wrapped around the songs, giving them that Celtic rhythm and feel. It helped draw me in to the sounds of Ireland, past and present.

Lots to work out as I’ve never blogged before, but looking forward to imparting my thoughts and hopefully getting some reaction.

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