Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Monday, 30 July 2012
Resonance
Well, that wasn't bad, but given Lewis's interest in conserving the undergrowth in particular parts of Camberwell New cemetery forest, it wasn't that surprising that we spent a lot of time discussing that, and the man from FROTH (Friends of One Tree Hill) obviously had a lot of insight.
Monday, 23 July 2012
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Olympic Mornington
So, this morning on BH they considered the routes the Olympic athletes might be taking from Heathrow to Stratford, and played it as a game of Mornington Creseent (the rules of which any fule kno).
After Dartford and a place or two up north, someone played 'Nunhead'. First time I've heard a Nunhead move on MC. It'll still be on i-Player, (for a while) - have a listen
After Dartford and a place or two up north, someone played 'Nunhead'. First time I've heard a Nunhead move on MC. It'll still be on i-Player, (for a while) - have a listen
Losing Woods and Trees...
Both South East Central and Lewis Schaffer have been highlighting and discussing a potential loss of Camberwell Old Cemetery Woods if reburial plans go ahead….
Worth keeping an eye on even though it feels as though the losses aren't imminent at least - if at all.
Similarly the redevelopment of the old nursery on Nunhead Green feels as though it may put some mature trees at risk? Does anyone know more?
Monday, 16 July 2012
Poem of the Week
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge
William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Thursday, 12 July 2012
The Pubs around Nunhead 23: Between Scylla and...
So we were sitting in the Nun’s Head last night (Wednesday Thai night), and noticed that through one window (looking towards Scylla Rd) it was showering rain while out of the front windows (Nunhead Green) it was delightfully sunny. One son turned to the other and said “Glitch in the Matrix”.
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