This could be a post about my years as a pogoing punk rocker and the glories of Dr Feelgood circa 1979.
It’s not. It’s about art. Specifically something called strava art.
I’d not heard about this until a WhatsApp from No. 1 son. He’s in the midst of a fitness january organised by some friends. Every run, bikeride and swim gains various points allocated according to strict criteria. Ish.
‘I need points.’
‘Any chance you can come up with a strava art walk?’
We looked it up. This is an example
As you can see it is a mapped walk on these strava gizmos that creates a picture.
‘It has to be at least 5 kilometres. And the more complicated the better.’
No amebos then.
So she with two left brains and me with my map fixation had a ponder.
By Thursday we’d sketched this on our OS map that covers South London.
The questions were:
– would it look like this
– could we link some parts together
– and how long?
We guesstimated 15 kilometres and a close study of Google maps suggested it should be possible…
So on Saturday the Broker and I met up at Brockwell Park in Herne Hill a stone’s throw from his flat.
It was cold and gloomy but we pottered about carving the head and eye and ear before heading into the mean streets…
It was fun. I’d plotted each road and turn. He had his strava on, I had Google fit on my phone.
We visited some bits of South London we’d never seen before, such as the alphabet streets around the Church of Queen Mary in Streatham, built in the 1890s amongst early social housing (‘homes for tradesmen and artisans’).
And eventually we returned to Brockwell Park where, nervously we checked the apps.
And if you don’t know those doyens of a melodic pop song…
… it’s not this.
Maybe next week it’ll be a fish.