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I slept for twelve of the last twenty-eight hours to recover from Saturday night, but I did squeeze in one excursion that was recommended by one of the cute younger women at the bisexual meetup. That's the Parkland Walk, three miles of old railway right-of-way that's been turned into a trail. One end is near Highgate tube; the other is near Finsbury Park tube. The former is higher ground and on the same tube line as Angel, so it was the logical starting point for me.
The railway companies stopped mowing that right-of-way in 1970, and it's now covered in impressively tall, vine-decked deciduous trees. That's right: there's an entire primeval-looking forest that's a hair younger than I am. I tried not to think about that part, and I mostly succeeded.
There are reminders of the trail's past: an old platform, some infrastructure that never got used. The signage agreed with what a bisexual* told me: that stretch of railway was going to be converted into a new tube line, but that plan was postponed during World War II, and then scrapped altogether.
But even on an unpaved** trail, London manages to be extra. The taggers use more colors, and there are some mighty fine figurative art works. I've got the pics ready to upload and will be posting them shortly.
Today: contemplating a trip to Brighton before the weather turns gross (and I have to take another COVID test) tomorrow. The queers haven't steered me wrong yet, and I actually know people in Brighton if they want to meet up.
*In London, as perhaps elsewhere, all the best info comes from queers and kinksters.
**Unlike Seattle's rails-to-trails Burke Gilman. To be fair to the Brits, the Burke Gilman goes right to the University of Washington campus, so it was destined to be used for bicycle commuting. The Parkland Walk goes from one residential area to another, so they have a good excuse for leaving it dirt.
The railway companies stopped mowing that right-of-way in 1970, and it's now covered in impressively tall, vine-decked deciduous trees. That's right: there's an entire primeval-looking forest that's a hair younger than I am. I tried not to think about that part, and I mostly succeeded.
There are reminders of the trail's past: an old platform, some infrastructure that never got used. The signage agreed with what a bisexual* told me: that stretch of railway was going to be converted into a new tube line, but that plan was postponed during World War II, and then scrapped altogether.
But even on an unpaved** trail, London manages to be extra. The taggers use more colors, and there are some mighty fine figurative art works. I've got the pics ready to upload and will be posting them shortly.
Today: contemplating a trip to Brighton before the weather turns gross (and I have to take another COVID test) tomorrow. The queers haven't steered me wrong yet, and I actually know people in Brighton if they want to meet up.
*In London, as perhaps elsewhere, all the best info comes from queers and kinksters.
**Unlike Seattle's rails-to-trails Burke Gilman. To be fair to the Brits, the Burke Gilman goes right to the University of Washington campus, so it was destined to be used for bicycle commuting. The Parkland Walk goes from one residential area to another, so they have a good excuse for leaving it dirt.
