03/26/2010 - 03/26/2010 6 °C
One of the things I was determined to accomplish this trip: to see more of the towns/villages surrounding Sudbury Hill. So far, so good, with jaunts to Horsenden Hill, Uxbridge and Rayner's Lane. That's in addition to Harrow-on-the-Hill and Harrow town centre, a 45-minute walk we take a couple times a week.
So, it seemed only right that we headed off to South Harrow, which isn't quite as far as Harrow proper. Like Sudbury Hill, it's also essentially a tube stop and a few blocks of shops.
Down J's street and around the corner, and you find yourself approaching Orley Farm Road, a somewhat exclusive, mucky-muck enclave of swanky Tudor homes and cottages.
No sooner had we passed the first closed gate--affectionately referred to as the "toll gates" (yes, even Sudbury Hill has a gated community, with there is no actual "toll" paid ... although, I'm sure at one time there was), and this dude wandered across our path! Of course, being England, this immediately called to mind Oscar Wilde's famous quote about "the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable" (in reference to England's disgusting elitist practice of hunting and killing innocent foxes). Anyhoooooooo ...
Once I came out from under the nearest bush and caught my breath, I managed to enjoy the rest of our stroll into town, where my obsession with houses and lawns once more took over (don't mock me!):
I cannot tell you how often you pass an old house with new bricks piled up outside. The concept of "tearing down" a house to build a new one is fairly foreign here, unlike Vancouver where such practices are commonplace:
We soon approached South Harrow, and upon entering the town, we were met with a cute pub that my dad's cousin's wife, J, had mentioned when we visited them in Chesham back in mid-February:
The town is small but quaint, with the obligatory tube station, as well as fruit stands, chip shops, and other ... um ... enticements:
Another thing you commonly run into here: hidden, back-alley markets, full of unknown treasures:
A short while later and we were headed back to Sudbury Hill via Orley Farm Road once more--more homes, more cottages, more manicured lawns, and a short detour by the Orley Farm School playing fields:
It's these kind of quiet, uneventful days that fill our time between major outings, and although they are considerably less glitzy (and a lot easier on the camera trigger finger), they provide an insight into London rarely glimpsed when one is always on the go. I really treasure these many let's-see-where-the-day-takes-us interludes.