The weather continues dull and wet. Around lunchtime, the rain paused and I went out. I had ordered tea by post and, of course, when they tried to deliver it last Thursday, I was out. This meant a trip to the sorting office in Almeida Street.
I cut through Chapel Market in order to avoid the main road as much as possible. Monday is the one day of the week when the market does not operate and the street looks like any other town street except for the stall locations painted on the ground.
At this point, my left hearing aid went dead and then started bleeping. This meant that the battery had run out and need replacing. In the end, I took both hearing aids out and put them in my handbag to sort out later. This made the world a quieter place, which was quite pleasant.
After picking up my box of tea, I went across the road to Napier Terrace, just to see what, if anything, was there. What was there was one of the entrances to Battishill Gardens.
I have already written about this little park and its sculpture – see A discovery. I had been startled to find a sculpted frieze by the early Victorian sculptor Musgrave Lewthwaite Watson (1804-47) there. (See A discovery for details.)
Maybe it was the dull light and the wet conditions, but the frieze looked even more overgrown and neglected than when I last came here. It badly needs a clean and some loving care.
It is all the more odd, given that other works by this artist are displayed in prominent places and are being looked after.
The gardens, which offer a welcome green area among streets of houses, are not looking their best at the moment. The ground is wet and muddy and there are even lumps of mud on the benches though I cannot imagine why.
Back on Upper Street, I spotted this squirrel scampering about on the bare roof of the Unity Church. I can’t imagine what he might have been looking for – or was he just having fun?
This building makes a colourful splash on a dull day. It is an old Victorian pub but these days accommodates a fashion boutique. The name is by no means uncommon in London and probably refers to Thomas “Old Tom” Parr, who is said to have been born in 1483 and to have died aged 152 years, having lived through the reigns of 10 monarchs.
I have photographed the above building many times too. As I was taking this photo, a bus came along. I had seconds to make up my mind whether to jump on the bus and go home or whether to continue walking. The weather was not propitious so the bus won.
Here is a follow-up to this article, concerning the background to Battishill Street Gardens: Battishill Street Gardens and the Gold Headed Cane.