Hampstead Heath

The other Saturday the airplanes were busy playing tic tac toe in the sky and I headed over to Hampstead Heath -- a 7-minute walk from my flat.



"The Heath" is 790 acres of forests, ponds and playgrounds. It was set aside as a park somewhere around 986 AD. It's a popular spot for picnics, jogging, reading, suntanning, and basically any outdoor activity. I've even seen people practicing with a bo staff.



There are huge trees around and, occasionally, people meditating under them.



I heard a father tell his 3-year-old son that this tree was the "Robin Hood" tree. The opening was big enough that a child could comfortably crawl inside. Not sure about a full-grown outlaw. Also, Robin Hood wasn't around London.



One fantastic thing about the Heath is the huge open spaces. They say London is a green city and when you're in one of the city's great parks you really believe it.



There are about 25 ponds in the Heath, many with ducks. Dog-walking is a popular activity and so, of course, the dogs scramble in the water and terrify anything nearby.



Benches are strategically placed in busy and private locations.



All and all, it's a great place for a run, have a picnic, or just walk through.

Usually, It's One Class Each Day...

...then there are the days like today. Al the teachers in the school had these 45-minute-long meetings about their classes. I was shuttled around to each class as the meetings ended. The times on this piece of paper were wildly off the mark.

Since it takes time for supply teachers to build a relationship with their students -- say, 45 minutes -- days like this are difficult.

(It actually went fine. But I like the post-it note all the same.)

Camden Market

As I usually do on Saturdays I went for a walk and ended up in Camden Market, only about 30 minutes from my flat.




















This street is a short walk from the beginnings of Camden Town in North London. It's long been a popular place for artists and musicians.



The areas bordering Camden are both wealthy and, er, far from wealthy.




The area is, as Wikipedia puts it, "well-known for its markets, liberal attitude and associations with popular culture."



Camden Market is a collection of several markets. This is the Camden Lock Market, established in 1974. It sells food, clothes, jewelery, games, toys, and a lot more. There isn't very much mass-produced stuff. Many stall owners make whatever they sell.




The canal runs right to the market.



The canal goes from the market to Regent's Park and walking along it is a great way to spend an hour or so.





The food on hand is awesome. Huge bubbling plates of curries, thin-crust pizza made by Italians, Caribbean stew, Polish perogies, sushi, and more.




Camden Stables Market is attached to Camden Lock Market. Stables is a mix of indoor and outdoor stalls, with a heavy dose of Goth-subculture present throughout.




Part of the market used to be a Horse Hospital that cared for horses injured pulling canal barges.








The market's back alleys are packed with all sorts of shops.






















Now it's just a pretty good place to walk around and buy an antique piano, or ironic t-shirt.










In all Camden's market areas, the idea seems to be to keep control in the hands of the community artists/traders and away from big businesses.

The Recession Hits Everyone

Poor London policemen. First they wouldn't let them have guns. Now they took away their cars.

Stop-gap Posting

I keep on teaching and the kids keep on kid-ing. There's not much new to report. I'm thinking about just posting a lot more pictures from around London. In the spirit of that idea, I will make sure to take more pictures. Also, I'll post a few right now as a temporary measure.




Really? This was the best name they could think of for a church youth group?




The entrance to the Tate Gallery. I didn't go in, but just hung around. I was stalking the guy who drew Pink Floyd's album covers. Eventually I met and interviewed him.





My flatmate had me over to his uncle's house for lunch. A retired French special forces soldier, the man's "art" is displayed throughout the backyard.




I asked him "What's this?" He looked at me as if I was a little slow and said "It's an axe."





He also suggested I buy this house because, hey, that's what the sign suggests.