Tomorrow I am to spend the day in Harwich in the company of the very wonderful Stephen Humphrey, who knows more about Southwark than anyone else alive, and is pretty damn hot on other places too. It’s the annual outing of the Southwark and Lambeth Archaeological Society, SLAS, of which I am not a member though I do occasionally attend their talks.
Last year we went to Winchester, the year before, Ramsgate. Stephen evidently believes a well fed audience is a happy audience, so there’ll be tea or coffee and cake when we arrive. At Ramsgate our morning refreshments were so extensive few of us had room for lunch. The weather forecast is mixed but the company should be good, and Stephen makes sure the coach in which we travel is a comfortable one.
With summer in full swing, I am about to take a break from my repertory walks, though I seem to spending a great deal of the coming weeks guiding inside the British Museum and the Palace of Westminster.
I shall still be pounding the streets though. I have to decide on the definitive route for C the City which has its debut in October. At the moment it risks being several days long as I keep thinking of more and more things I want to include. I may offer a dress rehearsal of it at some date which people could sign up for via this site.
I have my eye on Nunhead for another local London walk. My aunt used to live there, and it has a nice feel. I also admire a community that buys its own pub. Years ago, when we protested at the planned high speed link through neighbourhoods of south London, Nunhead had the best dressed part of the demo. Playing on their name and their famous cemetery they dressed as nuns and carried coffins. Somewhere I should still have the photos. I know I still have my No Wall Through Walworth badge.
On Sunday I spent some time pre the Men’s Singles Finals in neighbouring Kennington.
Estate agents like to call Walworth Kennington, but this really was SE11. The locals were having a fete in lovely Cleaver Square. The previous day in SE17 there was a Sausage Sizzle. Does that say something about our two neighbourhoods?
I think it’s a bit of a stretch to call Kennington a village, but it is a jolly nice place. Everyone was having a blast. Lots of children, but no sign of tears or tantrums. Friendly, approachable, fighting to defend their library, the good folk of Kennington were celebrating in sunshine.