I left off the other day, in Eltham Park North. We lunched in Eltham, an odd place that mixes large 1920s housing aimed at the newly affluent city middle class with a residue of the footpads and gangsters of the 19th century. It feels fifty percent laundered. There’s this picture I took
juxtaposing expensive horse flesh with the distant central London towers and some shitty pebble-dashed tick-tacky boxes in the near background. Sort of sums up the contradictions.
In the midst of all this is Eltham Palace, country home of Kings up to Henry VIII’s time. It’s grand as are the houses around. This one
built in the 1500s was occasional home to Thomas More, Thomas Cromwell and other greats-and-goods. The moated palace is modest in scale but given its setting rather splendid.
We wandered away, along King John’s Walk deciding the irony came in the idea of that particularly egocentric King walking anywhere. Beyond and across the thundering A20 heading the the Channel Tunnel we entered Downham.
Downham will never be gentrified in the same way Tony Blair will never be believed about Iraq and Germany will never lose to us on penalties. It comprises an array of houses that simply defy prettification.
However and as odd as it seems, running through the middle of this urban equivalent of acne scarring is a strip of woodland – the Downham woodland walk – which if you ignore the artfully placed shopping baskets and focus on the shrubbery is all rather jolly.
At the end are more shops and offices in a sub Breaking Bad kind of kitsch before you somersault through a wormhole in the space-time continuum and enter Beckenham Place Park. This is fine in anyone’s book and living, as it does, cheek by butt-crack with Downham only adds to its unexpected splendour.
There’s the Ravensbourne river, gorgeous woodland dappled in late afternoon sunshine and an, albeit tired stately home once residence of the Cator family at the entrance. Many thousands are being spent on restoring the lakes that used to grace this park. When that work is finished – I guess next year – it will be quiet an attraction.
Beyond Beckenham the streets rather crowded in for a while (the odd lovely church notwithstanding) before, with the sun beginning to set we reached our destination.
And Dog?
Dog was still bouncing – we weren’t – though later, after a long snooze his arthritic from paw did put in an unwelcome appearance and I was accused of breaking him. As if. I wouldn’t dare…
Great walk and pics…
Just don’t quite get the Sphinx!
And well done for not breaking The Dog!
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He/she is in Crystal palace park at the end of the walk
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👍🏼
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Beautiful place! 😍
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It scrubs up quite well does the old smoke!
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More insensitive to return home and show her around 💜💜
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Lovely walk and pics but those beautiful parks seem strangely deserted. Does no else use them? I thought they’d be full of dog walkers and joggers and people out enjoying the place.
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It was a Tuesday during school term so I suppose that explains one thing. The other maybe I’ll do pretty much anything to keep people Out Of my pictures!!!
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Fair enough – a few more of Dog enjoying himself wouldn’t go amiss, though.
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Another leg of a historically invigorating walk capped with a shot of dog-dace. What’s not to like?
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Thanks Charli
Such a trooper.
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Love all the juxtapositions – but that ‘sphinx’ – yech! Mylo is a trooper – all that way on an arthritic paw. Such a Good Boy!!
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I probably need to cut down for him
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You might have to get one of those doggie knapsack thingies and let him ride a bit of the way
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I think that’s so
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Truly beautiful!
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Thank you Jacquie
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Terrific walk, Geoff.
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Thanks John
I enjoyed it greatly
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🐾 🐾
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Another magnificent wander 😀 … that last Dog photo is a trifle, ‘I have an owie, please fix it’ though. 🙂
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I know poor little paw
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The Englishness of this trudge through the woods gets to me, Geoff. Me and King John could have been happy kicking up leaves 🙂 🙂 I love Tudor houses. Can you gain access to Eltham Palace?
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Yes it is open some days though it’s often being used for corporate thingies
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