Sunday past saw the inauguration of a new cycle route for my daily exercise. The change being continuing towards Tolworth Tower after leaving the Ewell by-pass and then turning left back to Hook Road Arena at Ruxley Lane. With the whole circuit, involving two or three modest inclines, taking around an hour, as opposed to my walks, suspended since the start of lock-down, which were taking getting on for two hours. Notwithstanding, the cycle probably amounts to more exercise and probably does more for the heart.
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A new-to-me sign about camping on Clayhill Green |
First item was the new sign about camping, snapped above. A new sign which looked more DIY than the old sign, which talked of courts and by order of. With the ground behind the wall, a heritage, protected wall, being the subject of a noisy planning dispute about proposals to build a small housing estate. A dispute which reminds us that nimbyism is alive and well in Epsom. Perhaps also jealousy of the two or three householders who stand to make a tidy sum by selling out to a developer.
On into Epsom, where there was a well spaced but lengthy queue outside Wilko. Perhaps Epsom shoppers needed a change from Waitrose and Sainsbury's.
At the start of East Street, the long resident water tanker was still missing from outside the strip club, but was parked instead at the top of Adelphi Road, across the road.
A little further on, the Sainsbury's trolley previously noticed outside the flats made out of a large white house opposite Park Hill Road, not the one with fake black shutters, has now become two trolleys. Maybe I will get to make it on foot one day soon and capture them.
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The lilies of Ruxley Lane |
Onto the healthy looking parades of shops at the Ruxley Lane junction, including an Aldi and a variety of fast food outlets. Including one called 'Taste of Germany' offering German style pizza and doner. Clearly a place to be investigated in due course - but not to be confused with the people at reference 1, perhaps their model. Perhaps fired up by all the Turks in Germany, rather as we were by all the Greeks and Turks from Cyprus.
There were also some impressive beds of a sort of lily I had not seen before, in the shade of some palm trees. Some civic minded restauranteur?
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The foreign cars of Ruxley Lane |
Then around the corner we had a showroom full of Italian cars, perhaps the source of the Lamborghinis and Maseratis one comes across from time to time. Rather better pictures on their web site at reference 2.
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The Methodists |
Next up was a substantial, and not very old, Methodist church in Ruxley Lane proper. Presumably they thought that there were enough people who feared God in the right way to be worth building such a place - which is curious given its reputation - with the story that I remember being that the Kingfisher just down the road used to attract a rather loud and rough trade - until the brewer decided to take the offer from Tesco.
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The cycle lane, heading towards Ewell West |
There was the sort of cycle lane that I like when I turned out of Ruxley Lane onto Chessington Road, taken out of the road proper, rather than sharing the sidewalk with the pedestrians. One way, unlike some of the cycle paths in central London, which I do not like. Proper road surface and right of way at side turnings, which I do like.
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The cow parsley |
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The arena |
The cow parsley was coming on well at the entrance to Hook Road Arena and there was plenty of space for socially distanced sunbathing inside, not like on some of our beaches. Just a few dog walkers in the distance. That said, with the main gates shut, parking might be a problem for people that drive there.
The last item of interest was a neat heap of fresh garden waste on the grass verge of Hook Road. About a cubic metre of the stuff. Presumably the sort of garden contractor who offers attractive rates to his customers by dumping a chunk of his costs onto local and central government. The former by not paying to use the waste disposal facilities provided and the later by not paying much in the way of tax, VAT or otherwise. One likes to think that respectable people do not use contractors of this sort - but there must be enough people who do to keep them in business.