Thursday, October 19, 2006
So yesterday Tea and I take the train to Tulse Hill and spend an hour or so walking around West Norwood, calling in at the splendid library which, as I said to the Librarian, is definately the hightlight of of the area.
He smiled and said dryly, "Well, there's also the cemetery..."
Walking past said cemetery it was impossible not to notice the plume of pale grey smoke eminating from its' center. Hmm...dead people burning...
A group of black clad mourners stand by the massive gates, awaiting the arrival of the next coffin
Many of the little shops around exist to support this industy and sell carved stone things...
Futher down the hill, inside the Norwood Conservative Assosiation shop front it looks full of blue rinsed activity.
The giant B&Q stands incongruously on the high street, no doubt attracting even more traffic to this major artery.
Yet there are hardly any high street names save for Woolies, Iceland and the ubiquitous Somerfield.
There's a feeling about the place that time has stood still, from the archaic independent dress shops, which I cannot imagine who would ever venture inside, to the good old fashioned honest Co-op, that makes the place feels almost like it's the 1970's, and there's definately something quirky about it that I kind of began to like...
Perhaps I could imagine myself living there
He smiled and said dryly, "Well, there's also the cemetery..."
Walking past said cemetery it was impossible not to notice the plume of pale grey smoke eminating from its' center. Hmm...dead people burning...
A group of black clad mourners stand by the massive gates, awaiting the arrival of the next coffin
Many of the little shops around exist to support this industy and sell carved stone things...
Futher down the hill, inside the Norwood Conservative Assosiation shop front it looks full of blue rinsed activity.
The giant B&Q stands incongruously on the high street, no doubt attracting even more traffic to this major artery.
Yet there are hardly any high street names save for Woolies, Iceland and the ubiquitous Somerfield.
There's a feeling about the place that time has stood still, from the archaic independent dress shops, which I cannot imagine who would ever venture inside, to the good old fashioned honest Co-op, that makes the place feels almost like it's the 1970's, and there's definately something quirky about it that I kind of began to like...
Perhaps I could imagine myself living there
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