To start our outing, we went for coffee in Amwell Street where I photographed the Grade II listed Windmill Base in the New River Head. This is one of the original buildings dating from the construction of Hugh Myddelton’s New River.
We walked to the bus stop beside old Finsbury Town Hall in Rosebery Avenue.
We boarded a number 19 bus, finding seats at the back.
The bus brought us to Sloane Square, heartland of the fabled Sloane Rangers.
Nearby was a Côte Brasserie and we went here for lunch.
After lunch, we crossed Sloane Square with its fountain and…
…set of down Lower Sloane Street. (The word “Sloane” is repeated ad nauseam throughout the neighbourhood in the names of streets and businesses.)
We stopped to admire (?) a sculpture by Anna Gillespie, entitled Let Heaven Go, part of The Gathering Project.
We crossed Chelsea Bridge to the south side of the Thames and proceeded along the walkway (which probably has a name but, if so, I don’t know what it is).
There was a path leading off to the right with cafes and restaurants. We paused at one of them for a coffee break,
Continuing on, we passed in front of the famous old Battersea Power Station. It has apparently been transformed into a shopping centre, among other things.
Like Felix, we kept on walking. Everywhere were crowds which always puts me in a bad mood.
We passed what looked like an amphitheatre but was really a lower level promenade.
Our path eventually joined the main road and at the junction was this object: presumably intended as a work of art. (I am being polite.)
We walked along Battersea Park Road, making for our next destination.
On seeing this remarkable piece of art, I of course, stopped to take a photo of it.
Then we had our first glimpse of what we had come to see: a huge – and in my opinion, ugly – building, drawn to it by Tigger’s interest in architecture.
It is, of course, the relatively new United States Embassy. Personally, I find it ugly but others will no doubt have different opinions.
We could now take the first of our buses to return home. The 344 would take us to Bishopsgate where we could catch a 205.
The 344 brought us to Bishopsgate. Rather than go to the stop at Liverpool Street Station where a lot of people would be scrambling for the bus, we walked up Camomile Street to what we hoped would be a less competitive stop.
A 135 cane first so we took it. It was not at all crowded. When we changed to a 205, we found it packed, though we eventually found seats. As usual, the bus nearly emptied at the clock tower, making the rest of our journey more comfortable. That’s when I took the photo above.
We saw this Tudor-style house but was it genuine? I am always suspicious of “Tudor” buildings that look too neat and tidy as many imitations were built during the 1930s. A plaque tells us that this one is a genuine old house. It was saved from a ruinous condition in 1934 – hence its too-good-to-be-true appearance now.
We arrived at a place called God’s Own Junkyard. I am not sure whether it is a museum, a shop, a cafe or all of these combined. (If you have more patience than I have, you can read the website and perhaps you’ll find the answer.) It was packed with neon signage (which the iPhone camera doesn’t handle well) and there was unpleasantly loud music. I was glad to leave.
On the way back we saw this near row of almshouses built by Mary Squires in 1795 for the use of “six decayed tradesmens widows and no other” (apostrophe missing in the original).
We visited the local museum called the Vestry House Museum. The house was originally the local workhouse but, after that closed in the 1830s, had many different uses before becoming the museum in the 1930s.
On display is this neat timepiece, the work of a local clockmaker. Unfortunately, it seems not to be in working order – a fate that befalls many fine old clocks.
Also proudly displayed is this motor car, reputed to be the first British-built car with an internal combustion engine. It was built by Frederick William Bremer in 1892. Modern drivers would have difficulty identifying the controls. For example, there are no pedals.
The museum has a pleasant garden and we sat here for a while, collecting our energy for the walk back to town.
We made our way back back to the bus station in search of a number 55 bus. For the first bus, there was a scramble to board and we were at the back. We therefore preferred to wait for the next bus. When it arrived, there was the same scramble as before but we were ready for it and found good seats.
We later changed to a number 38 as that would take us nearer home than would the 55.
We left the bus when it stopped at Angel Station and from there had a short walk to home. Here we made tea and settled in for a restful evening.