Just 3 of them in my garden
Just 3 of them in my garden
Let’s go to Dagenham, the place to see if you ever visit London, and just half an hour away from the London City Airport, if you do not arrive at the rush hour when the roads are packed with traffic and busses. When is the rush hour? It is easier to ask when it is not rush hour so I would say some time at midnight until four in the morning. Do not worry because whilst you are sitting, locked in the stream of traffic, you have an opportunity to admire the local sites.
Where is Dagenham? It is a little towards the left from London town, on the east side and is/was in the county of Essex, but in the meanwhile London has taken over, so you are in a world city. Note the main road, Dagenham Heathway, a mixture of shops, road repairs and even traffic, what could be better. And let us not forget the international population from all countries of the British commonwealth, from the world even.
There are even restuarants in Dagenham where you can enjoy the gastronomic delights of the area, such as the famous english jacket potatoes with various melted cheese sauces, even just plain butter and there is liver. Liver accompanied with beans in a tomato sauce, chips, sausage and bacon and of course a fried egg, served sunny side up if it does not have a burnt crust. It is all very reasonable in price and you do not have to leave a tip for the service personnel. Of course everything is served with a nice cup of tea. All modern amenities are available directly attached to the restaurant as can be seen by the door on the left where the ladies are each waiting for their turn.
Entertainment is provided for in the way of horse racing. The thrill and excitement of a race course and the competing horses is captured at the local betting shop. The gentleman standing with the cap on his head is my dad, and he was an expert. He would regularly study the progress of the horses. He loved horses, although never rode one, his interest was more of a financial nature. Dagenham has everything, thanks to Joe Coral and his chain of betting shops.
And of course there are the local sights to see. Just a walk to the bottom of the main road and you see the Ford Automobile factory. At least it was until it was closed about 40 years ago. It was the main employer in the region since Henry Ford decided to make his cars in England, and he chose Dagenham, or someone did. I should know, my dad worked there for many years until he retired. Had he not retired at the right time, he would have lost his job eventually when the factory was closed. It is now a collection of various buildings which belong to other companies. And there is a river running behind it. If you walk past the wind turbines you are on the banks of the River Thames although bathing is not really recommended. Dagenham has everything.
Have I aroused your interest? Have you realised what you have missed on you trips to London. Yes, Buckingham Palace and the Tower of London are nothing in comparison to Dagenham. Hotels? Not really, but there are a few pubs with rooms to let. Dagenham has not yet made it in the tourist trade, but they are getting there. This is a secret tip for only readers of my blog, so make the most of it, before the word gets around and visit Dagenham.
Although we have a blue sky with absolutely no clouds, the sun has not appeared in its full power up to now, but perhaps it is not quite awake yet, like me. The first steps in the morning are almost the most difficult, because I am never certain if my feet are attached to my legs. At the moment I think I am getting there and managed to arrive in the kitchen in one place, pushing my walker loaded with the computer. I have now put the walker away again, I hate that thing. I was forced to use it for the first four months of this year when I broke my leg, but it is now a thing of the past I hope. It is just handy for transport.
Yesterday it was too hot to go anywhere, the heat wave has returned. The maize in the fields enjoy the heat, but I just wilt way. Outside on the porch I at least have shade from the blind. We had a visit from one of the neighbours in the village this week. She is missing Sputnik, her ginger cat, since a week. Another neighbour told her the cat was seen in his front garden, but their dog chased it away. We noted the telephone number and are keeping our eye open for it. That is the only excitement we have at the moment.
I walked past the stables this week, but the only horse I saw was the resident pony. He seems to be the only one that ventures outside, the others all remain inside in their stalls. Now and again I see someone having a ride on one of the horses.
It is really now the lazy days of summer. These are now the two weeks when we use to have our annual holidays when we still belonged to the official working force. We would depart early on Saturday morning, heading for the Bernese Overland where we usually rented a holiday apartment. On the way there was the customary 30 minute traffic jam somewhere between Bern and Spiez, with all the other holiday makers on their way. There would also be many cars with foreign number plates from the bordering countries. We usually arrived in the early afternoon, unpacked and would settle down for the next two weeks, having a view of the Eiger and Jungfrau from the balcony. If the weather was good, which it usually was, we would be on daily walks up and down the mountain slopes with a packed lunch in the rucksack. Who needs a beach and the ocean if you are living in Switzerland. We have our own gifts of nature. Today I can only look at the photos in our albums and wonder how I managed to do it all. I can now be glad to manage my walk around the supermarket for shopping, and I need a stick for that. Mr. Swiss leans on the trolley for support.
Which remind me I should now get a move on with some tidying up of the apartment and get ready for today’s excursion into the unknown. I am sure you all have your own quests to fulfil, so I will not detain you any longer with my drivel. Keep safe, and enjoy the day as much as possible. Always look on the bright side etc. etc.
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