Sunday, 1 October 2017

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE OLYMPIC PARK...

The Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park is about three miles from where I live and I have visited a couple of times before, once to visit Beach East.  It was an urban beach they created a couple of summers in a row; with a fairground, a makeshift beach and paddling area, food stalls and a bar.  It was impressive... and a touch wacky!

I didn't pay much attention to the 2012 Olympics, not being a sporty person.  I also have a long history of falling asleep during Olympic opening ceremonies, and that includes the Stratford one (although what I did see was very entertaining.)  I woke up as David Beckham was making his journey up the canal in a boat.  I have to say, the lighting of the torch was s-o-o-o-o-o long winded, so much so that I was tempted to jump on the 25 bus with a lighter and go and light the goddamn thing myself.  I thought, ENOUGH already, just get on with it!

Before the Olympic park came into being, I remember going to a couple of great warehouse parties there in the late 1990s.  They were right near the back end of Stratford railway station, where Westfield shopping centre is right now.  I'm not too sure about Westfield Stratford- although certain shops (hello, J.D. Sports and Primark) will always thrive in that area, the amount of closed units tells me that it was a bit of a turkey.  Stratford is billed as an "up and coming" area- sure it's better than it was, but it's still in a poor part of London and there's still a recession going on.

We took a canal tour around the park, which was very relaxing.  I wasn't up for anything too taxing as I was still recovering from a lurgy.  I also love the way the industrial is juxtaposed with the natural, or in this case "created" natural, as much of the land had to be detoxified before any regeneration took place.

Here's some of my piccies...

Bankside trees in this once-poisoned urban utopia.

This ford has recently opened.

Canal bridges.






Apparently, the stones in cages holding up these bridges are the rubble of the buildings that had to be knocked down during the clearance of the park.

Olympic rings.


I've been to the Arcelor Mittal Orbit before (a freebie from Newham Council.)  Then, the surrounding area was just a building site.  They also didn't have a slide down... and now they do, so childish moi just HAD to visit again....  


Approaching The Orbit.

The view up, taken from right underneath.

The stadium.  The last time I was here it hadn't been transformed, the roof did not go as far over and you could still see "2012" written on the track.

City of London view.

London Docklands.

This must have been the warm-up pitch.

The old part of Stratford.  Roof East, a rooftop bar, is at the top of the brown, squat-looking building to the left side of the photo.

The Aquatics centre.  I must give this a try!

Selfie time!  As is usual in selfies, I'm wearing my sparkly pink cardigan and my pink leopard print top.  I do own more clothes...honest!  Piece of useless information- the top was either a nightie or petticoat that I found in Bodgers, Ilford, and shortened into a top.

I missed this lovely cute model, so I pinched this photo from my SuperDean.  I would love little sparkly earrings made to look like this.  Promoters, take note!

You can take the lift down, walk down the stairs...

...or take the slide.  We chose the latter, and it was great fun!  Here's the view of the slide going down.

It was a great way to spend a few hours.  Here's my goodbye view of a moody Orbit.

Friday, 22 September 2017

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS HAMPTON COURT PALACE...

I'm afraid that this isn't going to be a very detailed blog as the palace wasn't the only thing royal yesterday- Miss Elaineous was fighting the start of a royal lurgy and, as a result, was rather moody and tetchy all day.  Apologies to my SuperDean, for not making his birthday as nice as it could have been.

I've visited Hampton Court twice before, once 20 years ago.  Me and my ex boyfriend sneaked in for nothing!  It was Prince Charles' 50th birthday and he was in the building the whole time we were there.  We weren't allowed in The Great Hall, but we managed to sneak into other parts we really shouldn't have been in, including a (very nice) exhibition of paintings by the man himself.

Yesterday, we got to see The Real Tennis Courts and The Young Henry exhibition, both a new experience but I didn't take photos as I really didn't feel like it.  Here's what I did take...

View of the lake from the back of the palace...

And here's the view looking back towards the palace...

I'm not sure what this statue is, but I like it!

Here's a view down to the river.  Henry VIII would have picked up his royal barge at the end of the walkway.

Cute gardens...



Dean informed me that this kind of walkway is called a bowery- you learn something new every day!

I love the Great Vine.  It's a little know fact that the vine came from a cutting taken from Valentine's Mansion in Ilford.

We had an a-MAZE-ing time and made it to the centre, with the help of a school kid!  I really wasn't up for focusing too hard.

Dean was a bit underwhelmed by The Tiltyard, which Henry VIII never actually used for jousting, as he was past his best by the time it was completed.

Did Dean turn 44 yesterday or was he 4 years and 4 months?!  The Magical Garden is a children's play area, and we had a go on the slides.  And why not?  Fun is not just for kids, you know!!!!


I didn't take many picture inside, but I wish this was my wine cellar....

Being lavatorial, I just HAD to take a photo of the royal khazi- this was found in the William III tour section.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS PAINSHILL...

Painshill is a park in Surrey, and I've wanted to visit it ever since a Facebook friend posted details and pictures, but it's a pain in the butt to get to from London, involving two trains to Waterloo, then one or two- depending on the day of the week- trains onwards to Cobham & Stoke d' Arbenon station then a bus or taxi.  It managed to earn itself the nickname 'Pain In The Arse Park' from me!
So, when my cousin Edwina, who lives in Cheam, mentioned that it's not far from where she lives, and that her husband/chauffeur would be willing to take us there as long as I got to Cheam, then I jumped at the chance.  I'm glad I did as it's a truly magical place, and that's impressive praise coming from straight-talking moi.  I'm not one for giving out gushing compliments but this place was so lovely that I'm planning a return visit with my SuperDean.

History: Painshill was created by aristocrat Charles Hamilton and is a collection of follies, designed to delight.  He began to acquire land at Painshill in 1738 and his vision was to create 'living paintings' in a new style of magical garden- see, I was bang on in using the 'M' word to describe this place!  It took 35 years for Hamilton to design and create these nonpareil gardens, and many of the Grade 1 listed follies have since been rebuilt or refurbished.

Here is my pictorial account of our day.

This is the bridge into the gardens...


Statue of Bacchus.

The Gothic Temple, high up on the hill.

Gothic Temple.

The temple floor, with the view of the Five Arch Bridge in the background.  I couldn't stand on the temple floor as some sort of refurbishment work (painting, I think) had just taken place.

Here is the back of the Ruined Abbey- the front is much more impressive, but that's for later...

Chinese Bridge.

Grotto Island.  The grotto is made of limestone and reminds me of impacted skulls.

View over the lake.

Grotto entrance.

And now we come to the piece de resistance of the park.  The inside of the Crystal Grotto is an entirely man-made creation and the mysterious passages and the main chamber are lined with calcite, gypsum, quartz, fluorite and other minerals and stones.

Dazzling stalactites have been created...

The grotto chamber was stunning and my photos really do not do it justice...



View through a hole...

The Turkish Tent, viewed from the grotto.

My favourite grotto hole picture.

Walkway.

'Skull' ring.

Leaving the grotto.  This grotto is in no way grotty!

Grotto exit.

Gothic Temple in the distance, taken from Grotto Island.

Woollett Bridge.

Mausoleum.

Five Arch Bridge.

View of the Turkish Tent.

Cascade.

Waterwheel.



I didn't get a very good view of the Waterwheel- so here's a cheeky PDF for you to feast your minces upon.

Hermitage.  Apparently a man was paid a goodly sum of money to stay here for seven years- but he was sacked three weeks into his tenure when he was found drinking at a nearby inn!  I don't blame him!  I like solitude, but having to live like this for seven years?  No thanks.

View from the Hermitage.

Hermit's bed.

We then progressed to the Gothic Tower, getting caught in a slight shower, but it was nothing to cry about.  You can get views out of the windows, like these... 




And from the battlements, like these...

Ye olde electricity pylons!  Apparently, you can see the London skyline on a good day.  This wasn't a good day!



Battlements.

The Gothic Tower.

I popped up the tower to take pictures whilst Edwina sat and had coffee and cake in the tower cafe (by the way, the triple layer sponge was delicious!) and, when I came down, she'd obviously pulled a man as I was told that we would be getting a lift back with one of the park rangers, in his golf buggy!

Thank you, Del-Boy for saving our legs and taking us to see places we probably wouldn't have seen, not possessing the knowledge that he has.  It meant that some of our views were fleeting, and we missed out on visiting the Ice House, but I thoroughly enjoyed our ride back.

Here are the Vineyards.  The wine produced from them can be bought in the shop.


Del-Boy took us back to the Gothic Temple.  It sure as hell beat climbing up the hill!

We saw swans and cygnets, ducks and drakes, a heron and a deer.  On our drive back, we caught a view of the front of the Ruined Abbey.  We drove past quite quickly, so I didn't get a chance to photograph it, so here's a PDF.

As we speak, I'm setting a date for a return visit, as I really want to show my SuperDean this park.  It's not expensive- only £8 for an adult- and the guide book is a snip, at £1.50.
The ambience of Painshill is beautiful and it really is somewhere special.