guerilla gardening at Alton Station
At Alton Station, wonderful example of guerilla gardening.
The Barley Mow boarded-up. From previous visits I got the impression it was a popular albeit rough pub. It is being demolished for housing. Why it closed I do not know. Probably one of the many killed every week by greedy pubcos. [see Death of the English Pub]
Walking in to the town centre from the station, there used to be on the left hand side, a lovely little wholefood shop. The couple who ran it, wanted to ether sell the business, or extend the lease for a couple of years whilst they found a buyer. The greedy landlord wanted a ten year lease or nothing. As a result, an excellent local businesses was forced to close. The shop sat empty for around a year. I think it then became a furniture shop. It did not last long. The shop again sat empty. It is now a barber shop.
I had thought, maybe later, eating in O’Connor’s Secret Garden, but found they were closed for a week.
Late lunch in the little Italian coffee shop. As it was a lovely day, I was able to sit in their garden out the back, under the shade of a huge spreading tree. I looked around, as saw a lovely white trailing rose running behind me.
Now everywhere closed.
On my last visit to Alton, I was shocked at the collapse of the town centre, many closed shops. It appears to have bounced back.
A walk through the water meadows and back into the town. A couple of years ago, the River Wey had dried up. Today, it was flowing very fast, never seen it flowing fast before.
The water meadows are the source of the River Wey. It flows through Godalming, Farnham, Guildford, then on to The Thames.
Then find Alton Malting, where Canon Andrew White was giving a talk. A pity no signs from the town centre. I set off, where I had been told to find it. I almost gave up, thinking I had been directed to the chemical factory that masquerades as a brewery. Luckily I was on the right track.
A community centre and church. You walk around the building and enter at roof level. Wonderful inside, a large hall, a little cafe, what downstairs, I did not look.
Walking back through Alton at night, around ten o’clock not very pleasant. A lot of rough drunks on the street. I noticed the big bar in the centre of the town had closed.
It had been a hot day. Walking back through the town centre to Alton Station, very warm.