The Blackpool of the West (A Tale of Two Bridges Or Two Bridges and a Tunnel)
The Blackpool of the West It’s so close to the endless edgelands of Avonmouth, That warehouse-dystopian modernity, Where no-one seems to manufacture anything, Just store stuff, move stuff or exchange stuff, And then choose a café for a coffee and a croissant: The...
Why No Hoboes Over Here?
I’m writing this after rereading Kenneth Alsopp’s classic Hard Travellin’ after a gap of some nearly fifty years. It is, needless, to say, a book of its time but what a poetic piece of extensive research it is. It’s a piece of Americana but the book also opens up the...
A Walk can be an Open Air Museum
A BS3 Museum Walk (Others Are Available) Join me on one of my regular walks from my home to Ashton Gate, the home of Bristol City. I am highlighting the exhibits I connect with. If you were to undertake the walk you would, undoubtedly, see different things. Exhibit 1...
Railway Navvies and I.K. Brunel
Everyone knows the name: Isambard Kingdom Brunel! And everyone knows that photograph: The top hat, the waistcoat, the cigar, The chain-link in the background for emphasis; The self-assured pride of the Victorian engineer, The man of the moment and momentum, Proud of...
Walking and Cycling and Pop-up Museums
To see a World in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an Hour. As mentioned in the previous chapter, Blake’s lines have become something of a Radical Stroud motif for a number of reasons. But this is...
Walking a Pop-up Museum
I’ve been giving a question some thought: Can a walk (be it themed and purposeful or just ad hoc recreational) not only create a pop-up museum, in consequence, when back at home (individually and/or collectively), but also create a mobile pop-up museum itself whilst...
