When we got back to the apartment after the day's outings, either A or I looked up the Capitol Ring and found there was a portion of it that is specific to Southeast London called The Green Chain. Walking here is enthusiastically supported by the city itself and there are formal and informal clubs that meet regularly to go on these city hikes. We passed at least one of these groups yesterday on our search for the Crystal Palace. The guide was instrumental in getting us to our destination. That's one good thing, I'll admit, to not having any internet while out and about. It forces you to talk to people if for nothing else than to ask directions.
This is a cute neglected mural we spied just around the corner from where we are staying. We passed it first thing just as we left the flat on our epic trek to Nunhead.
A view from the bus back to the Crystal Palace station. We decided to begin our walk there for two reasons. First it was the designated start of this section of the Green Ring and second, I had the day before seen a really cute cafe in the station I wanted to try. Oh, I took this pic from the bus to the station because it seemed to be suggesting there was a route to a meditative state (this way to zen).
And below is the cafe, The Little Palace, where we had lunch the day before. I had a shepherds pie, N had a "full English" which included baked beans and A had a "cheese and pickle toastie", which tastes almost exactly as it sounds.
The Crystal Palace Station:
The Green and Brown Cafe is located inside. So much cuter than this pic but you'll just have to trust me on that one. There we met a dog named Cym which is Welsh for Kim. He was the quietest of the three dogs that were lunching with their people that afternoon.
Heading into the walk what you see is just a nondescript opening in the trees behind a nondescript apartment building off a nondescript busy street. A had copied directions off the website so we followed them very closely.
Back out into residential land trying to figure out the directions. People walked past us often. They use these cut throughs to get from point a and beyond. You can see the gate to the next green space across the street. I forgot the name of it but it appeared to be a neighborhood park with a field, a playground and a shady path along the edge which we took toward the next leg of our walk as it had become a pretty warm and sunny day.
A sign post for the Green Chain walk options.
This section, Sydenham Hill Wood, was one of the most forested parts of our walk. So incredible this is in the middle of the city.
This path is an old railway site that's now the walking trail.
We peeked in see what was on the other side of the bridge but there was a tent pitched under it so we kept going.
A stag beetle sunning itself was rousted and placed safely on the side of the path.
More sign posts helping navigate the many paths through this wood.
Towards the edge of the wood, we crossed a bridge that Camille Pisarro painted from!
Who knew? The image below is his painting showing what had been visible from the bridge at the time. None of those buildings remain.
Here's what's visible now from the bridge. You can see the top of that same placard for context.
A map of the wood:
We emerged onto a very well trafficked street. Kind of a culture shock after the wood.
Horniman Park next:
On the way to the restrooms, we passed the sunken garden:
Luckily the bathroom was on an upper tier so we were happily surprised to discover this amazing view:
And we're on our way again to Nunhead:
These city cemeteries are included on the way because they are like being in the woods, only there are rows and rows of overgrown long forgotten graves tucked away in the thick foliage. It's really spooky, too spooky to take a picture.
Back out on the street.
This is Nunhead Cemetery. It's pretty impressive and very haunted feeling. It's bigger than Camberwell. If you look closely in the photo below you can see the headstones that face the path and are just the first in long rows that disappear in the dense undergrowth.
One of the oldest monuments at an entrance to Nunhead. It's having a bit of renovation work done.
After that trek, we took a long bus ride back to Streatham. The ride took almost an hour, which made me realize how far we'd walked. We ate an unbelievable dinner at this Polish restaurant A and I had seen earlier in the day. I wish I'd taken a picture of the menu and the platters. Basically I had meatballs in a tomato sauce unlike anything I've ever tasted before. That came with two scoops of mashed potatoes with dill and a beet root salad. A had potato pancakes in a mushroom sauce, beet root salad and N had a chicken cutlet that was breaded and fried in some sort of breaded cheese sauce, the mashed potatoes and a cucumber salad. Everything was so fresh and well prepared and the flavors were balanced perfectly. It was a very memorable meal.