Saturday was a case in point. And Thursday before that. Photographs of crumbling and or lichen covered brickwork were needed. An art project for you know who. Well Dog and thee are always game and I had a rather neat idea.
See, there are a fair few walls hereabouts in South London. And a lot are brick. London loves brick. Common. Ubiquitous. Did I ever tell you that the Archaeologist, prone to ego as much as me, wanted to show off his knowledge of moths. There are some pretty dull jonnies in the moth world which are described as ‘ubiquitous’. Well he’s ten or some such when he describes these dull little fellows as ‘umbiquos’. Common things will always be umbiquos in my family.
Where was I? Bricks.
Yep lots of bricks but mostly well maintained and free of growth. The modern tendency is to avoid the clammy and the crumbling when it comes to homes and go for the scrubbed and the sanitised. Front garden walls are ok to let go a little but even there the height is an issue. A lot of bending. Not good on the knees.
But then there are the Woods. Er, I hear you intone. Don’t woods have, like, trees and stuff?
Mais oui, bien sûr. Save that Dulwich and Sydenham Hill Woods also have, at the rear, a line of about 20 plots where once Victorian houses sat. Why they collapsed I know not – neglect, subsidence – but collapse they did so now we have a fantastic play area of crumbling brick paths, walls and cellars, overcome with ivy and creepers, moss and lichens.
Dotted in amongst is the disused railway line and tunnel that featured in my short story recently as well as ornamental trees from when this section was privately owned. The Sequoias are pretty amazing.
The Texiliste took a fair few images. Dog made bold with his nose, hunting out trails and uri-coating many a post. And me? I thought of a post about my father’s vegetables and his battles with my grandmother over the same. It’s an easy spot to revert to the past.
We’d also hunted out some brick work in Crystal palace park a day or two before but I was distracted by some rather bizarre and, yes, creepsome imagery. The sort of thing for flash fiction prompts, maybe?
What do you think?
What about him?
This is part of Jo’s Monday Walks series, here