Monday, February 16, 2009

The Moors of Mitcham

I have dovegreyreader to thank for what has been one of the best, and most needed, days out in ages. Sometimes your head needs a bit of time off. I’ve been having a phase of cabin fever one of the pitfalls of working from home and what’s worse… writers droop and readers block! So rather than do nothing on a Sunday which is usually (and slightly infuriatingly) the case I demanded the Non Reader get up and off we went on a magical mystery tour to Mitcham Common.

I had some slight reservations about what might be lurking there as I know that dovergreyreader has some very fond memories of Mitcham, but it has become renowned for being a bit rough. However I had promised I would visit the area (I certainly wasn’t going alone during the week) and so we got the bus and ended up in what looked like a lane that wouldn’t go amiss in a crime novel as you can see.
I had some slight reservations until we turned the corner and were confronted with One Island Pond which looked like this…

I felt like I had stepped into one of the Moors from Wuthering Heights and yet I was still technically in London. In fact scrap Wuthering Heights I don’t like that novel, it was more a mix of the Moors from Du Maurier's Jamaica Inn or Bronte's Jane Eyre.

It also had the slightly spooky ominous edges of the sort of barren autumnal wasteland that you might get in a Susan Hill crime novel. My readers block vanished; I knew what I would be tucking into before bedtime. I think it’s the trees being so bare that made me think of crime sites, or too much ITV3, what do you think?

We then got lost and it started to rain. I could see the non reader (who forgot their coat) was looking less than happy until we turned another and were greeted by lots and lots of wild rabbits, some of which scarpered their white tails bobbing off in the distance and others who simply looked at us nonchalantly and carried on regardless. It was a delight. Sadly none of them stuck around long enough for a photo as it started to rain hard and they all vanished into their warm warren the lucky things. We then came across this which oddly seemed to enthral the Non Reader more than the rabbits…

Despite getting so completely lost and their being no one around we eventually found a cyclist and some directions though the walk ended up going from four miles to six, we didn’t care as we were completely encapsulated by the area. We ended up finding the Ecology Centre, which was closed and then Seven Islands Pond where we both sat on an old tree trunk by the water skimming stones in one of those delightful comfortable silences. You don’t need to say anything to each other you’re both simply happy in your own thoughts letting you head wind down.
All in all just what the doctor ordered. Or should that be just what the dovegreyreader prescribed without quite knowing it?

2 comments:

dovegreyreader said...

Wow, Simon, brilliant pics, is that really the pond of my childhood, amazing. Think they've tarted it up a bit but I agree it was a spooky place and we were never really supposed to go there on our own but couldn't resist it.My school was Sherwood which was very nearby. Thanks so much for going. Right could you go and see Beehive Bridge and Three Kings Pond next? I used to travel on the 118 bus from The Cricketers (by Mitcham Town Hall) through to The Horse & Groom, pub to pub to get to school!

Simon Savidge said...

Hi there, no problem at all, I did actually go past the Three Kings Pond but it was raining and was on the bus (not the 118) so I couldnt get a snap but am definately going to go back when the sun is out (hopefully) this summer. It must have been a brilliant place for adventures, I was quite envious, mind you I had the Height of Abraham lol. I havent heard of Beehive Bridge though! Perfect day out when I had readers block so seriously thank you!