Wednesday July 31 2013
Nigel Fisher Way seemed to have been named for an erstwhile Conservative MP so Jo surmised whether Coppard Way was after George Coppard and his ‘With a Machine Gun to Cambrai’ book; there seems no real foundation for this as he’s not a local lad but you might like the book anyway!
We re-emerged on the main road to/from Hook, where of course more people got on. If we ever needed proof that these smaller routes provide a vital community service to local hospitals, today was the clear evidence as folk boarded with their sticks, clutching X-ray or blood forms and discussing their various ailments.
Jo also spotted the glimmer of a Blue Plaque on a large house of the sort that turns into a residential home, and it is more than likely it was the short-term residence of Enid Blyton, the still controversial children’s writer, who lived here between 1920-4.
The bus was busy through Surbiton which has enough commerce to keep you going without tangling with the major shopping event that is Kingston, and the pace slowed as the K4 negotiates the narrower streets round the more 19th century bits of Surbiton.
From there it takes the route alongside Fairfield Knights, and the Fairfield Recreation ground which seem to be part of a conservation area (though I doubt it includes the Fairfield Bus Station) and past the rather nondescript theatre – it’s a mark of its blandness that today was the first time we really spotted it. They were showing, and I am not making this up, ‘Aliens Love Underpants’ perhaps spawning a whole series:
‘Aliens Love Cleaning Their Teeth’ or ‘Aliens Do Homework’. We crossed the Hogsmill, I think the only time on this route, using the Clattern Bridge which certainly has robust staying power. The streets are always busy and as we slowed Jo noticed the gym above the Ice Cream parlour ‘8 scoops for £3.99’ thinking you could spend your time putting on weight on the ground floor and taking it off on the first.