A cold, sad Saturday
The weather was not quite bad enough on Saturday to justify staying in and watching the television, but only Maggie and Paul, Roger and Anna and John turned up at the Pavilion Cafe to meet Colin. Ray and Chris arrived on foot, disappointed at not being well enough to cycle safely. We had thought we might go a bit further afield but Colin tempted us with his offer to lead us to same-old Morden Hall Park by a new route, and that he most certainly did!
Mathematically there is an infinite number of ways to get from one to the other, and the one Colin picked had us finding ways through the car park gates along the industrial estate east of Beddington Lane, crossing the tram tracks to the Mitcham Road, cycling across Mitcham Common almost to Mitcham village at the end, then working our way through back alleys over the Cricket Green, past Mitcham Parish Church, which looks jaundiced with its yellow stone in the winter afternoon, and into Morden Hall Park by recrossing the tramlines at Phipps Bridge.
The National Trust Cafe at Morden Hall Park has changed its modus operandi, in keeping with much of modern life the change is not necessarily an improvement. We went back along the Wandle Trail, though John chose to do his own thing, and finally split up at Butter Hill.
In memory of Roy, whom we all missed.
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