An email came in yesterday, reminding me of April’s A to Z blogging challenge. You write a post a day (except Sundays) in April, each day using the next letter of the alphabet as the prompt. They can be themed or random as long as each day you use the correct letter.
As I set off today, a beautifully crisp London day, I had a ponder. Maybe I should take my city as my theme? And if I did then my home town – Dulwich – would be D.
Dulwich, pronounced Dullitch and not like a boring sorceress, isn’t a town but a village.
Yeah, right. It’s part of the urban sprawl of one of the world’s biggest cities so a village? Really?
Let’s explore that contention.
We have fabulous buildings.
Open green spaces.
Ponds and areas of water
Funded by… I was cut off in that video; suffice it to say it was funded by a Russian Oligarch who owns a London Football Club, a somewhat different character to the original funder of the College – or maybe not. Who knows?
A toll road, the only one left in London.
One consequence of a toll road locally is the danger of relying on a satnav. The Lawyer, after he passed his driving test, tended to use his satnav to find his way around even areas close to home. But he didn’t want to be taken via the toll road so set it to avoid routes that had tolls. Which was fine until he and a friend drove to Cardiff. Rather than follow the bloody great sign on the M4 saying ‘Wales, Cardiff and the West’ and crossing the Severn Bride, they followed the satnav that sent them 50 plus miles and 2 hours out of their way via Gloucester.
Where were we? Oh yes, the criteria for a village…
A golf club that sits beneath the last remaining element of the Great North Wood that covered an area of some miles around here some hundreds of years ago.
I’m with Mark Twain about golf
Golf is a good walk spoiled
A bowling club with some quality street art.
A tennis and croquet club.
A quaintly beautiful High Street
With six million pound houses.
And the Oldest Public Picture Gallery in the world.
Is that enough?
It is for me.