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Saturday, May 27, 2017
Keighley's Aylesburys
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Thursday, May 18, 2017
Milk and Alco-Hull
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Saturday, May 13, 2017
Burnley Aylesbury Walk
Monday, February 20, 2017
Liverpool Aylesburys
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
A new Aylesbury is born
Friday, October 04, 2013
Portsmouth and Bournemouth Aylesburys
OK so I haven't been to any Aylesburys for a while now, so I decided to knock two relatively close together locations off the list. So off I went. It was a relatively straightforward drive down to Portsmouth with the pleasant autumn sunshine giving way to clouds and a bit of rain. Portsmouth's Aylesbury is in the middle of one of Portsmouth's islands and is very unremarkable, unless you really want a carpet, then the Portsmouth Carpet Specialist will be able to sort you out.
I moved swiftly over to Bournemouth which is equally uninspiring and uninteresting as an Aylesbury and is in a particularly grotty state. It seems to have several letting agents letting houses on the road and like most landlords, they do not care about the state of the houses and let the bare minimum of maintenance happen to maximise their profits. This is counterproductive as lower quality properties will attract lower rents, or people who receive lower incomes or are in less stable jobs. This means that there is less revenue from the properties and potentially more problems with rent collection, exacerbating a problem, rather than solving it.
Corfe Castle is definitely worth a visit and thats where I visited after these two Aylesburys.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Deadly Dublin
Travel to
Having wondered around the hectic city centre totally lost and quite tired I found a good chip shop called Malones and a lively Irish pub called
Lots of places give you free maps in Dublin, they are all of the town centre and don’t include the important places of Dublin, so I wandered over to the tourist information centre to buy a proper map complete with Aylesburys and set off on a walk out of the town centre and out to the Aylesbury district of Dublin. On the way I passed this rather worrying coffee shop with some interesting characteristics and a statue of Oscar Wilde sitting on a rock.
He once said, “Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.” I wondered how noble this quest for Aylesburys was as it certainly was a truly stupid quest. How Oscar Wilde would view this journey I think it would be with disdain and tell me to find something productive to do.
After a swift walk, I ended up in the Ailesbury district which is a very nice well to do area with lots of embassies and nice houses. The embassies seem to tell a tale of how rocky the home country’s relationship is with the Irish. For example the
Amongst this embassy district are a number of streets names after British lords, lord Pembroke, and Lord Ailesbury. The first Ailesbury I arrived at was Bothar Aelsbaire or
This has the Spanish embassy at the end and is a lovely street with large houses of well to do people and embassies all over.
Also on the right was the Ailesbury Clinic, a private clinic for well to do people and embassies.
I strolled down the street and passed Aylesbury Villa, home to the Pakistan embassy and on to Ailesbury Way so, a gated road, a bit strange, given that the houses behind the gate were much less extravagant than those out on the ungated Ailesbury Road. I turned right down past Ailesbury house and to
I headed back down Ailesbury Road and past Ailesbury Oaks and Ailesbury Wood, more embassies and nice houses, Ailesbury Grove and Ailesbury Drive were perpendicular to each other and I strolled back down and along to Ailesbury Court, home to the Austrian Embassy and then off to find some lunch, a morning’s stroll successfully completed.
I wandered off to St Patrick’s cathedral in the afternoon and was especially taken with the history of Jonathan Swift and his religious and political writings. Then off to a comedy night at The International Bar called the Comedy Cellar. It is held in a room above the bar which is comically bad in design and facilities but was a great atmosphere. I found an IT programmer who had a girlfriend in Barton, not more than a mile to where I lived, an Argentinean Harry Potter fan and an American whose surname was Jameson, which provided some comedy ammunition for the comedians. I did not fit the comedy stereotype of an English tourist as I was not there on a stag night, had not flown Ryan Air and had not visited the Guiness Brewery at St James’s gate. They were left making general anti English jokes and left it at that. Everyone in the bar was very friendly and I had a great night.
The next morning I was off up the airport road to another Ailesbury, this time in a much less nice part of town, rather, I had to go through a much less pleasant part of Dublin to get to it, so I made sure I knew where I was going and kept my head down and walked up the road, past the anti British slogans and the pub celebrating the IRA heroes, hoping to avoid trouble. It was a pleasant walk and didn’t take much time to arrive the area this Ailesbury was in was nice enough but I didn’t want to linger too long and headed back down in to Dublin for the rest of the holiday, mission complete.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Manchester's Aylesburys 1 and 2
This meant that my trip took a little longer than expected and so I only managed one other Aylesbury that day. Drove back to Aylesbury and had a lovely curry with some mates.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Doncaster, Macclesfield and Stoke on Trent
I set off ready to hit the next batch of Aylesburys on the way and on the way back from my friends wedding reception. Basically a wonderful social event celebrating their marriage with lots of booze and a good time was had by all. Aiming to get to Sheffield before rush hour kicked in, I aimed for Doncaster for around 2ish and although hindered by the M1 widening road works, the journey was mostly clear. I benefited from a device which allows me to play my iPod through the car stereo so the music for the day was splendid.
Doncaster, place of the famous dome is a nice town and Aylesbury Road in Doncaster has clearly seen better days, looking as if it is made of 1930’s prefabs and refurbished housing, not looking particularly warm on the day I visited. Why is this Aylesbury here? Well I can’t really work it out. My 1st thoughts were that the nearby roads are names of famous Lords, however that would not explain the nearby Crecy drive. My best guess has to be famous castles, of which Aylesbury at one point may have had a castle, or a wooden defence line. It certainly doesn’t have one any more and the only linguistic remains of one currently known is the ubiquitously named Castle Street in Aylesbury, which for all we know could be a corruption of the name Cattle Street, an equally likely name for it given that Aylesbury is a market town.
After visiting I turned back down the M1 and returned to Sheffield, a place I have not been to in 2 years. It has changed a lot, some of it unrecognisable. On the way I passed this excellently named off licence which sold records, two great lines of business.
The nightclub Kingdom has been renamed Empire possibly after going though a relaunch. Be warned when that happens, look what happened to Julius Caesar. Arriving in Sheffield was fun and having avoided most of the rush hour traffic I made it up one of the large hills to where my old university friend was staying in an apartment on Daniel Hill.
The wedding reception was a nice one especially as it gave me the chance to catch up with old friends and see how everyone was doing and wish the bride and groom well.
The after party carried on till very early and so a lot of the next day was spent feeling extremely tired.
I did manage to catch up with another few old friends including a friend from Aylesbury, Will, who seemed impressed with the photos, no-one else ever does. I also saw a friend Jacqueline and we went to a restaurant called Bungalows and Bears which seemed bizarre at the least with kitsch tat everywhere but in a supposed cool style. Very strange, but nice in a chilled out way.
On the way home I heard a band playing in the West Street Live bar and went in to have a look. The bar was empty and as I walked in, the band stopped. I went to the bar, expecting to hear a bit more of the band, and if any good, would buy a drink. However they remained stopped, so I left. Not a great business model.
The next day I made my way across the peak district though Hope and the Devils Arse, still covered in snow to Macclesfield where another Aylesbury Road awaited. A really nice drive in the morning sunshine with great open spaces and no one else around. Macclesfield is a smallish town wish Aylesbury Close on the outskirts. One slightly interesting part are the stacked garages at the far end which are terraced down a slope, so that access to one is the roof of another in three layers. However, the vital flaw in these garages is that the roofs of these garages can’t support a weight of a car, leaving them as unstable buildings, risky to get in or out of. This development has clearly taken its name from the towns of Buckinghamshire with the next door road being Amersham Close, no controversy there.
Driving to Stoke on Trent next I was listening to the radio to hear that the Jamaicans had sent a relief boat to the earthquake hit island of Haiti. I can imagine the Jamaicans arrived at the Haitan relief effort bringing large home made pots of goat curry and crates of Red Stripe beer. There will be a more relaxed attitude to the rescue effort now and the Jamaican aid secretary has stated, “Don’t worry, about a thing, cause every little thing, it’s gonna be alright”
Stoke on Trent’s Aylesbury Road is a nice road where people have made the best out of a bad set of housing and have done up some of their houses to look quite nice. It is a skinny road and parking anywhere except straddling the pavement would make it difficult for others to pass by. I assume that this Aylesbury is just named after towns in the south of England, that’s the only link I can see from the names so far.
After all that and 3 days of fun I went home back to the normality of life.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Solihull and Plymouth
As the week ended, I headed south through brilliant sunshine and driving rain. That being heavy rain, not rain that is convenient to drive in. There are crashes and lots of country lane driving, but eventually I hit Plymouth and found this Aylesbury perched on a hill with marvellous views, that my camera really doesn't begin to capture. Never mind. Followed that was a brilliant holiday with the guys and girls, absolutely fantastic.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Bristol
Steve was let down by the trains and arrived an hour late.
We set off for Bristol and arrived within the hour at cousin Mary’s house, chilled out and had a beer. Cousin Paul joined us from Brighton and the party was complete, the weekend could begin.
Next morning, we legged it across town to the Bristol Museum to see banksy v.s. Bristol Museum. Banksy is a graffiti artist who delivers high quality graffiti to middle class people. A lot of the art is subversive in a delicate way, not too offensive or challenging and clever in a simple way. So walking around the exhibition is like going to see a stand up comedian whose act is a series of gags; There are lots of small jokes, they make you chuckle, you have got the point of the art, then you move on, it doesn’t test you too much and you don’t need an art degree to understand it. Because of this reason, plus banksy is famously notorious, and mainly the exhibition is free, we queued for a bit to get in.
Highlights of the exhibition for me was the girl in the blow up bullet proof jacket, as it showed genuine vulnerability emphasised by the stylized abstraction of the stencilling. Also the virtues were very good, hedonism and consumerism were put on plinths ready to join justice, prudence, fate and temperance.
Both were of course plaster and plastic, not set in the stone of the others. The best bit of the exhibition was the fact that people had to go in search of other banksy works in the rest of the museum, giving people a chance to see some of the other marvellous exhibits and be surprised and enriched at what they saw. So as a typical middle class person into pop culture and stand up comedy, I loved it.
Pop culture makes you hungry so we headed to a Moroccan stall in Bristol’s covered market and had a good lunch of Moroccan lamb and couscous. I hope this stall recognises its success in recreating the Moroccan street market feel and doesn’t go up market to a building and a restaurant, it would be a shame, losing some of the experience of eating in a market stall in Bristol. Suitably nourished, we headed over to St Pauls and the street carnival there.
I didn’t know what to expect from this carnival, never having heard of it before the Friday night. It was brilliant. The music was fantastic and the floats and procession was great, it really matched the weather and everyone was there for fun. We watched the parade of the various groups, taking in the various cultures and tapping our feet to the music, then set off for the centre stage and soaked up the sun, Red Stripe, music and rum punches.
Round dinner time we were feeling peckish so headed home had a shower some pasta and went out again to the Apple, a cider bar on the Severn, a great place. Good ciders, can’t remember what the perry I was drinking was, but it was good. We finished the evening with some cake I had made, which went down well.
After a great night we had a lie in and woke up round 9:30, got up and headed to the home of Champion the Wonder Horse, Weston Super Mare. It was a long and circuitous route through various jolly industrial estates and wonderfully landscaped retail parks to the sea front, which turned out to be not much better. We had a look at the sea, miles out, stuck in the usual place, above the land and below the sky, a view that is often described when a tsunami is imminent. Children were rooting around in the mud, much like peasants from medieval times.
There was a sand sculpture exhibition on the beach which was stingy as students did not count as concessions. So we regrettably paid full price, determined to maintain the high cultural level we had established the previous day despite the council’s disregard to the state of student finances. If anyone asks how to attract a younger audience to ‘traditional’, read ‘generally rubbish’ seaside towns, mention making it cheaper for students who don’t have budgets to go abroad or go on fancy holidays. It was a good display of sculpture and some clever sand works, including a cascade of rays and a detailed inside of a sub.
We considered playing crazy golf, but the onset of rain would have meant that it would have been more than crazy to play to play golf, more like insane or psychotic golf, so we gave up on that idea and left. Clearly from our experience, ‘super’ is an ironic name, like ‘Great’ Yarmouth. We looked at a map and found out a much quicker route than the sign posts directed. I recommend you do the same incase you find yourself in Weston super mare and need an escape route, perhaps when a tsunami eventually arrives.
We got back to Mary’s and got a BBQ going. Unfortunately the rain had followed us there and we managed to get the cooking done on the fire, but had to eat inside.
After lunch we packed up and got moving ready to get home and ready for work. I had one obvious detour to conduct, and just down the road in Bedminster is a circle of fun, Aylesbury Road and Aylesbury Crescent.
My brother’s second and third Aylesburys, wow three in a weekend, I don’t know how he handled it but he managed to suitably contain his excitement. The streets are quite well kept and have some really nice houses on. I think they were 1930’s housing and apart from the skips up and down the street and the messy builders house on the corner, it was a good road.
We set off for Swindon to drop Steve off, then Reading, as once again the railways let him down, then home accompanied by the end of the Men’s Tennis Wimbledon Final. A great weekend, thanks Mary, Paul and Steve. We will have to do it again sometime.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Birmingham's Aylesbury
The sky is blue, the day is fine
I am off on a little jolly to North Wales to continue my Msc course in Advanced Environmental and Energy Studies. But on the way time for a quick stop off in Birmingham, just a small detour from the motorway, down a couple of roads and the arc of goodness that is Aylesbury Crescent. It was bin day when I visited and there were lots of compost bags outside people’s houses. I am yet to understand this logic. Fair enough some people do not have gardens, so do a good job to share their waste garden material with others.
However if you do have a garden, then allow the stuff to compost over the year. Surely you would be using more energy by having a lorry come round and pick it up and then have machinery move it at the tip. Then more machinery to process it to distribute it. Just burn it, if it is a voracious weed, or compost it in your garden and keep things simple.
The school on Aylesbury Crescent looked a fun place with lots of colour and grafitti, a real community place. I hope it gets used a lot for other stuff. There seemed to be a youth building at one end. A great idea as young people often need places just to be together, rather than things to do and spend money.
CAT this time was quite fun with a group project trying to look at the best way to build up a housing block on a Greenfield site. The week went well, still haven’t written my essay, but oh well, consider this as part of my procrastination time.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Skeggy Aylesbury
This was my 1st time to Skegness and my 1st time as to spring harvest except a visit as a child. This is really a follow on from the previous Aylesbury find as I was in Derby because there was a preparation day for this event there and I was doing the visuals for the X:site team who were running the 8-11s programme.
Spring Harvest is a very well established event and getting up to speed with it is impossible in a short space of time. Lots of people all turn up all at once and get very busy instantaneously, like a hive of ants. There was me after a 3 hour car journey cast into the hasty setup day not a clue where I was to sleep, if I was going to sleep, where to eat, when to eat, trusting that somewhere in the huge organism someone would have remembered me and sorted those things out. Luckily they had and although the first day was hectic and I didn’t stop until midnight sorting visuals out it all worked smoothly and all was OK.
Wednesday afternoon, I had time off and took the opportunity to visit this Aylesbury. Over lunch, I told my room mate Simon about my search and I think he took it rather well, although he was not really keen to join me on the pleasant jolly into Skegness. He asked if I had heard of Dave Gorman, which I have and think he is a very good comedian with a good friendly humour, looking for the eccentric, unusual and ultimately good in human nature. When I told Simon about the spread sheet, he was most amused, can’t think why?
After lunch I set off to find Aylesbury Drive in Beacon Park Skegness. It is in a place where there are lots of bungalows and I saw a few elderly residents and some young couples with children. It is a nice estate, well ordered and with lots of neatly kept gardens and large amounts of gravel and low maintenance gardens. There are several large ponds which the houses sit around and that is where this Aylesbury gains its name as part of the local bird population or Kingfisher, Mallard and Swan, the Aylesbury Duck connection is there once again. I had a little wonder up and down the road and observed the little pieces of kitch garden statuary and ornaments and thought what a thoroughly nice place to live. Despite the rather confusing signage, clearly designed to baffle everyone.
I continued to Skegness beach and enjoyed paddling in the sea, the first time this year and trying to take pictures of the large off shore wind farm, occasionally catching a glimpse of the turbines through the haze.
The rest of the week was very busy and ultimately can be considered a great success. At the end I was given a ‘geek of the week’ award, I can’t put my finger on the reason though. Perhaps some things will remain a mystery.