At the beginning of the month, my first ride on a bicycle for a while. - with Bullingdons being much easier to ride than my own bicycle, which I have not ridden in a regular way for even longer.I wonder this morning whether I will ever get back to cycling into Epsom for odds and ends, rather than walking. A challenge for this summer?
This outing was mixed up with a visit to Neal's Yard Dairy at London Bridge. It was overcast at 09:00 and rain was said to be on the way, but I took cycling gear (and folding umbrella from the late lamented Hudson Bay Trading Company - well over ten years old now - built to last).
Umbrella not deployed in the way to the stations, despite some light drizzle. But there was a small rat on station approach followed by a large trolley from M&S - a trolley which I did not return on this occasion. Just about a year old.
Took a train to London Bridge. Unusually, plenty of people got on at London Bridge, resulting in some standing.
While I wondered whether my difficulty with music theory was my lack of grounding. I could understand what was being said, I could understand the words, but I could not hear what they were talking about? A poor ear for that side of music, part of which was my poor ear for time. Which meant that in the far off days when I was trying to play the clarinet, I could never 'hear' when I was supposed to come in. I could read the music, my brain knew how many beats to wait, but I couldn't translate that in a reliable way to starting to blow at the right moment.
The same lack of grounding in vision which quite often catches Gemini out when he is explaining something with a spatial angle?
And then there are the precocious children who can say things which are true about society, about politics, without having any real grounding in either. Just book learning. But learning enough that they sometimes get it right.
And so to the cheese shop, where I picked up my usual kilo of Lincolnshire Poacher, a cheese I have been eating in a regular way for quite a while now. Not sure how long, but see below.
A bit wet at this point, but I sheltered for a few minutes under a railway bridge and then pulled my Bullingdon and pedalled off to Waterloo, then onto Vauxhall. A soft route to get me started, and I could always stop at Waterloo if I was getting tired. In the event, a pause for more rain at Elizabeth House in York Road; a house which I once visited in connection with the statistics of children at school by area; this in connection with the population estimates for said areas. Now awaiting redevelopment or demolition.
Then left at the big Fire Station on the Embankment, past the Queen Anne, now some kind of café rather than the public house which I remember, and onto to the Tea House Theatre. I didn't think to look out for the 'Jolly Gardeners', another establishment I once used to patronise. Where I once remember talking to a chap about the large vivariums in his council flat, in which he kept various interesting reptiles, I think more lizard than snake, but I can't be sure.
At the Theatre I took steak and kidney pie (back on the menu) and Spitfire. With plenty of sauce on the side. If I had been a sauce person, I might have worried about hygiene aspects of same, it not being clear how often the bottles, particularly their necks, got washed.
The pie itself had morphed from a portion of tray bake to something more individualised, more Cornish Pasty in format. But still good gear - with some of the best restaurant vegetables that I know.
What with the Spitfire and the pasty, I got to wondering about all the different forms that suet puddings come in - this supposing the pasty to have been made with suet pastry. There is the plum duff of the Hornblower books, which I believe is a steamed suet pudding livened up with some plums, presumably dried. Then there is the bacon pudding which I learned about at TB - a substantial suet pudding livened up with bacon. And the various dumplings of China, sweet, sour and savoury. Not to mention the serious short rib pudding served at the Wolseley, noticed at reference 4.
Service a bit casual, but pleasant. Real white napkins. Fancy tea available, in pots. The thinnest carpets in the world? Musak light classical, from Classic FM. Quite a lot of young mums, some feeding, reasonably discretely.
Outside, it was all much greener than I remember, with lots of acanthus in flower. And the trees were more than twenty years older than when I first knew them.
On the way home, I learned of Sistine in a shed, noticed at reference 5. And to be noticed again in due course.
One train cancelled because of flooding. Another train delayed because of the misbehaviour of passengers
So back on the bike was OK. It was like I had never been away, which was good news.
PS 1: the October ride is to be found at reference 1, another visit to the cheese shop. Where I came across Gemini's explanation of why I seem to be a bit more breathless when it rains than otherwise, nothing to do with the rain soaking up the oxygen. Something I have noticed once or twice this year. There is also mention of the rotting cycling gloves, which I think we actually discarded in a litter bin in Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens on the present occasion.
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PS 2: 'Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens' on gmaps, although I do not remember them as having exactly that name. Presumably a heritage nod to the pleasure gardens of old, featured near the beginning of Thackeray's 'Vanity Fair'.
PS 3: I go to search the archive for the cheese, and find that the relevant folder has gone missing. Which is worrying, but it turns out to have been accidently moved inside some other folder at the same level in the hierarchy. Now moved back to the right place, but this seems to have disrupted the Windows search feature, which is behaving as if it is having to rebuild its search index for this folder, even though all the files involved are online. Necessary, as offline files seem to be excluded from search. All very tiresome. I suppose, when I have a moment, I had better take an offline copy of the folder in case of further accidents.
A little later, the index seems to be coming on, and there now appears to be mentions of the cheese back in 2011 and of Neal's yard as long ago as 2009, this last at reference 2. To think that, back in those days, I bothered to mess about with veal chops. Work in progress.
A little later still, and I remember that I did not start with Lincolnshire Poacher at Neal's Yard. I at first thought Waitrose, back in the day when Epsom Waitrose ran to a cheese counter. On the other hand there is talk of market stall at reference 7. So lost in the mists of the early years of the second decade of the new millennium.
I also remember that said cheese counter sold little bricks made of some kind of fig paste. Rather good they were too, but I have not seen them since. Gemini comes up with the answer fast enough - and it will be easy enough to check next time I am in Borough Market.
References
Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/11/crabs.html.
Reference 2: https://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/lentil-lore.html.
Reference 3: https://www.teahousetheatre.co.uk/. A website which comes with free Bach.
Reference 4: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2025/10/trolleyfest.html.
Reference 5: https://psmv6.blogspot.com/2026/06/fake-199.html.
Reference 6: https://www.thejollygardeners.co.uk/. Perhaps time to pay the place another visit. Not the place that I used to know at all.
Reference 7: https://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-search-of-chocolate-lollipop.html.