Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Naked anglers, plates of spaghetti and men propping up a bar. Well, it is modern art.

I like art.

Modern art I either love or just don’t get.

As I wouldn’t want to miss out on the chance of seeing art I might love, I had to visit Stockholm’s Moderna Museet.

I went to the late-night opening after spending the whole day wandering around the sculptures at Millesgården and so was pretty tired and had already seen quite a lot of amazing art that day.

It probably wasn’t the best time to go, but I only had four days and wanted to make the most of them. I thought being tired and all arted-out might have swayed my opinion towards the negative end of the spectrum. But no, I got a new lease of life and really enjoyed the museum and the art and was really glad I’d made the effort rather than just going back to the hostel and lying on my bed with my Kindle and a cup of tea.

Carl Milles 'Wings'
Carl Milles, ‘Wings’ 1911

The first thing I saw, before I even got up to the museum was yet another Carl Milles sculpture. Good job I like them.

Once in the grounds of Moderna Museet I came across this installation.

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Alexander Calder, ‘The Four Elements’ 1938/1961

Calder is an American sculptor who lived from 1898 to 1976. The Four Elements was created as a giant metal sculpture (it stands about 10 metres tall) in 1961 from a model he’d originally made in 1938. The sculpture is motorised and turns slowly. I love bright blocks of bold colour so this was a  winning start for me.

The museum is on the island of Skeppsholmen which was formerly a naval base. The museum began its life in what had been the drill hall. In 1998 a new specially designed building was built to house the museum. This now adjoins the old drill hall which these days houses the architecture museum.

IMG_8229The modern new building is light and spacious. Although there were quite a lot of visitors, it never felt crowded. And there were plenty of benches I could sit on to rest my tired legs admire the art.

Moderna MuseetHere’s another nice bench to sit on. This one also has a good view of more than just the art.

The art really interested me, particularly an exhibition of Nils Dardel’s work, and below are photos of a few of my favourite pieces.

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Nils Dardel, ‘The Trans-Siberian Express’ 1918

In 1917 Dardel travelled through Russia after a visit to Japan. It was the time of the Revolution and his painting of the Trans-Siberian Express shows both the exterior of the train passing through the countryside and the interior with the carriages filled with soldiers.

This picture appealed to me both as a piece of art and because I’m interested in the Trans-Siberian Express and even have a journey aboard it listed as one of my 60 things to do before I’m 60.

Nils Dardel, The Bar painting
Nils Dardel, ‘The Bar’ 1920

This painting of men propping up a bar shows that some things never change.

Crime of Passion
Nils Dardel, ‘Crime of Passion’ 1921
Crime of Passion
Nils Dardel, ‘Crime of Passion’ 1921
Nils Dardel, Woman in Green Pyjamas Murdering a Man in Black
Nils Dardel, ‘Woman in Green Pyjamas Murdering a Man in Black’ 1918

The above three Nils Dardel paintings show how the same idea can be used multiple times. I could take a blogging lesson from this!

The Dying Dandy
Nils Dardel, ‘The Dying Dandy’ 1918
The Dying Dandy
Nils Dardel, ‘The Dying Dandy’ 1918

These two paintings of The Dying Dandy have subtle differences. I found it really interesting to see different versions of the same painting side-by-side like this.

The Angler
Nils Dardel, ‘The Angler’, 1931

There was something about this one that really drew me towards it (and no, not just because it’s a naked man).

There was a lot more to see than just the Nils Dardel exhibition, though that was my favourite part.

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I didn’t really understand this part of the exhibtion.

Moderna MuseetNor this bit. Though I did sort of like the sheep.

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James Rosenquist, ‘I Love You with My Ford’ 1961

And I think the only reasons I liked this one are because I used to drive a Ford and one of my niece’s favourite foods is tinned spaghetti. So it reminded me of my first car and my niece. I’m really not sure how spaghetti fits in with the title though.

The spaghetti was making me hungry and it had been a long day. But as I still had a little bit of time left before the museum closed, I ignored my rumbling stomach and paid a quick visit to the adjoining architecture museum which was included with the price of my ticket.

That can be another post though.

 

Vikings and Vasa

A boat that sank 300 years ago and a Viking called Gustav.

Ok, so I’m a bit obsessed with Vikings. I know I shouldn’t approve of mobs of wild men who go out raiding, pillaging and generally scaring the living daylights out of everyone who comes across them, but there’s something about them that fascinates me. It’s probably their zest for life and intrepid travel that attracts me.

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The purpose built Vasa Museum

Of course I couldn’t go to Stockholm and not visit Vasa. It’s the biggest tourist attraction in the city. What the Tower is to London, Vasa is to Stockholm. The Tower of London gets almost 3 million visitors a year; Vasa gets 1.2 million. But when you think that London is one of the world’s major capital cities and is an important hub for air travel, then you realise that Stockholm is punching well above its weight with Vasa.

I knew this meant it would be crowded and I thought it could well be tacky, but it’s not every day I get the chance to visit a massive Viking ship that lay on the bottom of the sea for 300 years before being raised in a death-defying recovery operation.

IMG_8468Vasa was actually so much better than I expected. Yes, it was crowded, but not so much that I felt hemmed in or unable to see anything.

IMG_8427The ship sits in the middle of a huge hall with various levels of floor wrapped around it. Some parts have been restored, but others have been left open so the inside can be seen.

IMG_8463 IMG_8467 IMG_8479I started with a tour. The guide was really informative and walked the small group round the ship talking about the history, the design, the engineering, the recovery and of course, how it sank in the first place.

Vasa detailIt was on its maiden voyage and only made it 1300 metres before going down due to being top heavy with all the cannons it was carrying into battle.

Vasa cannonEven the Titanic did better than that!

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Over a period of twelve years, more than a thousand pigment samples have been taken from Vasa. All in all, twenty different kinds of paint have been found.

A small replica ship has been built showing how brightly coloured the original Vasa would have been when it set sail.

Painted replica Vasa painted replica VasaHow stunning is this? And how different to the dull brown that I assumed the ship would have been.

Although the bulk (literally as well as figuratively) of the exhibition is taken up with the Vasa itself, there are plenty of other related displays too.

The one that interested me the most was about the skeletons found in the boat. Using modern technology, several of the skeletons have had facial reconstructions so we can see what they would have looked like. Scientists have also been able to discover facts about their lives from their bones.

Gustav's skeleton

Gustav
Gustav

Information about GustavAfter spending several hours looking at everything, reading everything and photographing everything it was time for fika.

The cafe has a wonderful outdoor area that made feel like I was sat on a boat, albeit a more comfortable one than the Vasa.

cafe at Vasa

Millesgården

The former home of Carl Milles is now a sculpture garden dedicated to his work.

Millesgården is fabulous. Especially on a hot, sunny day.

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The Hand of God 1953

This was my first day in Stockholm after my travels ‘up north’ and I didn’t want to miss a moment of the sunshine by spending it indoors.

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A metro from the hostel followed by a bus journey and a 10 minute walk brought me to the former home of sculptor Carl Milles and his wife Olga. The house and the beautiful garden were given to the people of Sweden in 1936 and now form a museum and stunning sculpture garden.

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Europe and the Bull 1926

As Stockholm splashes itself across an archipelago, you’re never too far from water. Millesgården is no exception and the Baltic laps at the edges of the garden providing some lovely views.

MillesgårdenThe various parts of the garden have been designed to reflect different themes such as the Lower Terrace which was inspired by an Italian piazza (the Milleses spent many winters in Rome).

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The Aganippe Fountain 1955

The house contains art and more sculpture.

Millesgården MillesgårdenA smaller, separate, house is known as ‘Anne’s House’. This was built in the 1950s when Carl and Olga returned from living in the USA. The house was lived in by Carl’s assistant, Anne. The house has been left as it was and the rooms can be viewed through glass panels.

MillesgårdenI spent pretty much the whole day wandering around and went completely overboard with the number of photos I took.

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Spirit of Transportation 1952

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The Dancing Girls 1917

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Remus and Romulus

Millesgården’s website has a lot of information about the history of the house and garden and the stories behind the sculptures.

Skansen Open-Air Museum

I needed more than a day to see the world’s oldest open-air museum.

I like open-air museums. I like being able to poke around in the houses and imagine how people used to live. I’d been to a couple already in Sweden, but knew the best was to come.

turf roofed house, Skansen

Skansen was the world’s first open-air museum. It opened in 1891 and has been growing ever since. The buildings cover five centuries of Swedish history and have been collected from the far ends of the country as well as all the bits in between.

house and gardens, SkansenI first heard of it when I read Selma Lagerlöf’s book ‘The Wonderful Adventure of Nils’. The 1906 novel tells of a naughty boy who is shrunk by a elf and finds himself swept away on the back of a goose. He travels with the flock to the far north of the country and back again, having many adventures along the way. One of the places he finds himself is Skansen.

turf roofed house, Skansen milk churns and crate, Skansen Skansen gardenI knew Skansen was going to be big so I made sure I was there early. As well as the buildings, there is also a zoo and an aquarium. I stayed the whole day – I was able to continue wandering round after it had officially closed, so don’t know at what time they actually throw people out – but still didn’t get time to visit the aquarium. And although I felt like I got a good look at everything else, I would’ve have liked to have been able to take it more slowly. I guess I’ll just have to go back sometime.

trains, SkansenIMG_8295 Skansen houseSome of the buildings have people dressed in periodic costume and demonstrating the skills and trades of the time. I was most interested in the ones involving food, like the bakery below, which was selling the finished product.

Skansen bakery Skansen grocer's bikeThe lady here was making traditional bread. It was only made a couple of times a year and would be a great social occasion as the women would come together to spend the whole day making it. The bread was dried so it would last for months.

Making bread, Skansen Baking bread, SkansenThe zoo had native animals like wolves, wolverines, reindeer and bears. Most of the animals were either hiding in the bushes from the strong sun or running around so fast I couldn’t get a clear photo. But I did catch this sleepy reindeer and bear.

Reindeer, Skansen Sleeping bear, SkansenThere was also a monkey house, but I somehow think these aren’t native.

monkey, Skansen

I’ve returned … what next?

After a summer spent walking in the Arctic wilderness I’ve come home to no job, but lots of ideas.

I’ve been home for about 10 days now and I’m slowly getting myself sorted out. As planned, I’ve spent the summer on a long walk in a long country. I aimed to walk the Kungsleden trail in the far north of Sweden and managed to complete just under half of it before my knees gave out. Although it’s disappointing not to have finished the whole thing, I really enjoyed what I did and developed a whole new mindset towards walking. I’ll write more about that in another post. I’ve also got an excuse to go back next year.


Before I went to Sweden, I left my job. Drastic but sometimes these things have to be done. I was getting less and less time to do the things I want to do with my life and to spend time with the people I want to spend time with. Work was, quite literally, taking over my life. I feel a lot calmer and more in control of my life since finishing work. Unfortunately, as I’m not a rich heiress or lottery winner, and I don’t have a sugar-daddy to hand, I’ll have to find some other means of earning a living. But this time I want it to be on my terms. In the meantime I want to spend some time focussing on things I want to achieve personally.


One of the items on my list is to write a book. I’ve had ideas roaming around inside my head for years, but they’ve never seemed quite right when I’ve come to put them down on paper. My time walking in the wilderness gave me lots of thinking time and I now feel I have the right ideas for a book. I had thought about writing up the walk even when I was at the planning stages. There is very little written on it in English so I’d hope it would be helpful to others wanting to do something similar. This would be one of my USPs. Yes, I’ve been reading up on what helps a piece of writing to sell and found out all about the need for a USP (Unique Selling Point). I have two USPs. Is that a good thing? The first, as mentioned, concerns the lack of writing about this trail that is currently available in English. The second goes something along the lines of ‘stressed, middle-aged woman gives up job and goes off alone for a wander round the Arctic’.


I kept quite detailed diaries whilst I was away and I’m now in the process of writing them up and adding to them. As I read back over them and think about fleshing them out, the book is almost writing itself in my mind. I have so many ideas. I think I’m almost glad I only completed half the walk as I definitely have enough material for one book already!

Nobel Museum, Stockholm

I sat on a Nobel Prize winner’s chair and ate his chocolate.

The founder of the Nobel Peace Prize was also the inventor of dynamite. I didn’t know this and found it ironic that the money for rewarding and promoting peace originates from something that blows things up.

This was just one of the interesting nuggets of information I picked up at the Nobel Museum.

Alfred Nobel lived from 1833 to 1896 and was a successful chemist, inventor, entrepeneur and businessman. Throughout his life he was able to amass quite a fortune. As he was also a pacifist, he left a lot of that fortune as a legacy to fund the prizes which are named after him.

The first prize was awarded in 1901 and since then almost 600 prizes have been awarded to honour outstanding achievements in the sciences, literature and the pursuit of peace.

Nobel medal
A Nobel Prize medal

All except the Peace Prize are awarded in Sweden (the Peace Prize is awarded in Norway) and so it is fitting that Stockholm has a museum dedicated to the life of Alfred Nobel and the winners of the Nobel Prize.

Nobel museumA monorail hangs from the ceiling and loops round the building. A constantly moving stream of cards each depicts a Nobel Prize winner. It seemed a really effective way to show just how many Nobel winners there have been.

Nobel prize winners info cards Nobel winners info cardsInteractive terminals allow visitors to access information about the prize from each decade.

interactive terminals

Side rooms contain displays about the prize and the inventions that have led to it being won.

Winners attend a banquet and as well as a nice dinner receive a medal and a million pounds (10,000,000SEK). I’d like to be at that dinner party!

The table setting for the banquet follows a set layout.

place setting for Nobel banquet Info on the Nobel banquetDinner is followed by chocolates wrapped in gold foil and embossed to look like the medals.

chocolate Nobel medalsTraditionally winners sign the underneath of their dining chair. Some of the chairs are displayed in the museum. Others are used as seating in the cafe. As I’m not likely to get an invite to the banquet any time soon, I had a coffee in the cafe instead.

chair signed by Nobel winnerSo at least I got to sit on a chair signed by a Nobel Prize winner. I didn’t know who it was, but the coffee was good.

And I bought some of the after dinner chocolates to take home.

Jumbo Stay Hostel

This is probably the only time I’ll get to sleep on a full-length bed on a plane.

IMG_8677As a grand finale to my wander through Sweden I’d booked myself into the Jumbo Stay Hostel at Stockholm’s Arlanda Airport.

Although this is the budget alternative to other accommodation at the airport, I’d have chosen to stay here even if money were no object. The novelty factor far outweighs anything the posh hotels could offer me.

The hostel is, as its name gives away, a refurbished Jumbo Jet. The plane used is a 747-212B built in 1976. It was originally built for Singapore Airlines, served time with the now defunct Pan Am and ended its days in the air with a Swedish airline that went bankrupt in 2002.

It was then bought by a guy who owned a hostel in Uppsala. He had the interior ripped out and refurbished it with tiny dorm rooms, bathrooms and a cafe.

I didn’t technically need to stay at the airport as my check-in wasn’t until midday, but I was so intrigued by this hostel I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity.

I arrived fairly late in the evening as I’d spent the full day and part of the evening exploring Stockholm and then had to go back to the hostel I’d spent the last few days in to collect my bags. It was easy enough to get the train to the airport and then I jumped on the free airport bus that regularly goes between the terminals and car parks. The bus stop is outside the Jumbo Stay and so only a few seconds walk.

An ugly metal staircase is attached to the side of the plane and there’s also a lift. As I had my big backpack I wimped out and took the lift. The hostel has a shoes off policy and so as soon as I was through the door I had to take my shoes off and leave them on the shoe rack.

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The reception desk faces the door and is manned 24hrs a day. The cafe is to the left of reception at the front of the plane. It doesn’t serve much, but is the place to get breakfast in the morning. It was quite a nice space and I spent some time sitting and reading and drinking coffee the next morning.

 

 

The bulk of the plane is dissected by a narrow corridor with the rooms on either side. I stayed in a 4 bed dorm which had 2 sets of bunk beds. Even though I was late I was able to get a bottom bunk. My room had one girl already in it and another one arrived late on and left very early. The room had a row of porthole windows and a TV which none of us had any interest in using. The beds were comfortable and, unusually for Swedish hostels, came with bedding supplied at no extra charge.

The bathrooms are at the far end of the plane. The toilets and showers are tiny but the shower was surprisingly good. The basins are in a kind of annexe sticking out of the side of the plane. An ironing board, PC and bookshelf are also at this end of plane.

I slept really well and next morning, because I was already at the airport, I could relax and chill. After breakfast I explored a bit more and did a wing-walk – shame that isn’t on my list of 60 things to do before I’m 60!

IMG_8662Ok, it’s a very tame wing-walk as the plane is on the ground, but it’s the only chance I’m ever likely to get to walk on the wing of a plane. The wing has been turned into a kind of veranda and it’s possible to do the wing-walk even if you’re not actually staying at the hostel. Non-residents have to pay, but it was only a few kronor and so is something worth considering if you ever have a few hours to spare at Arlanda.

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Underneath the plane there are picnic tables and a tyre swing, but the weather really wasn’t good enough to spend much time sitting outside.

The engines are currently being turned into private rooms and these would also be quite interesting to stay in if like me, you quite fancy the idea of being able to drop, ‘I remember the time I spent the night in the engine housing of a Jumbo Jet’ into a conversation.

The place I really want to stay though is the cockpit. Stairs enticingly, but out of bounds, led up to it from the side of reception. It’s a double room and is the penthouse of the plane. I’ve seen pictures online but didn’t get to see it for myself. It gets booked months in advance.

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The Jumbo Stay costs more than hostels in the city and I could easily have stayed in the city and got the train in the morning to the airport. If I’d had an early check-in I may have done just this. But because my check-in wasn’t till lunchtime, I knew I’d have time to explore the plane properly, relax and enjoy my surroundings and so I considered it money well spent.

And I got to find out what it’s like to sleep on a full-length bed on a plane AND have a shower on a plane for a lot less than a first-class flight would have cost me!

 

A long walk in a long country

I’m going to spend very long hours of daylight walking a very long trail in a very long country.

So I was lying in bed, sipping a mug of coffee, flicking through my Lonely Planet Guide to Sweden, thinking about getting up and actually doing something. I really hadn’t got the use out of my LP Sweden as I only bought it to use for a few days and it turned out there were only a couple of pages dedicated to Malmo where I was planning to go. In fact, so little of the book concerned Malmo I did something I have never done before. After much deliberation I decided I really didn’t want to carry the whole book around, didn’t have time to copy the relevant pages and so, I’m really struggling to say this, I (deep breath) ripped the pages out. Now I was thinking I really should get some more use out of this mutilated book.


Malmo is right at the bottom of Sweden, just over the Oresund Bridge from Copenhagen. It’s a very nice place in what seems to be a very nice and very long country. As I’ve been to one end, maybe I should go to the other end? And, as the other end is in the actual real Arctic, as soon as this idea popped into my head, it seemed like a very good idea indeed. I turned to the Arctic section of the book and the page fell open on the description of a very long walk in this very long country.


The walk is called the Kungsleden Trail (means the King’s Trail or the Royal Trail, depending who you believe) and the whole thing is over 400km through beautiful wilderness. Ok then, that’s my summer holiday planned. My very long walk in this very long country will take place during the very long days of summer (are you seeing a theme yet?)


A few weeks later sitting in brother’s kitchen in Germany I had time to do a bit more research. Apart from a few blogs and the official website and one not very well-known guidebook, there’s very little written on it in English. This is all part of the attraction. It’s something not many Brits either know about or will have done. I’m sold.

The Øresund Bridge

Crossing The Bridge. Yes, THAT bridge!

The Bridge. Yes, that Bridge. As in the popular Swedish/Danish TV series.

I love all the Nordic Noir that has become popular recently. I like to think I discovered it long before it became popular and that everyone else is just copying my good taste. I’m glad it has become so popular though, because it means lots more books are translated and series like The Bridge, The Killing, Wallander and Arne Dahl are shown on the BBC.

So when I got the chance to go to Copenhagen recently, I couldn’t not nip across The Bridge to Malmö on the Swedish side.

Opening in June 2000 and stretching across the Øresund – the body of water separating the two countries – the 8km long bridge is part of a 16km link between Copenhagen and Malmö. The rest of the link consists of an artificial island and a tunnel.

The bridge looks architecturally stunning, but it’s when you see pictures taken from the air that you realise this really isn’t any ordinary bridge.

It doesn’t actually reach the far side and disappears into the sea. The patch of land where it disappears is a man-made island housing the entrance to a tunnel. The island, Peberholm, has become a breeding ground for birds as well as a habitat for rare insects, spiders and toads.

The bridge can be crossed by train or car/bus. The road is higher and runs above the train tracks. We decided to take the train.

Trains are really frequent as they run to Skåne, the county right at the bottom of Sweden, from Copenhagen’s Kastrup Airport. Even if you don’t plan on visiting Denmark and want to go straight to Skåne you’ll probably find this to be the closest and easiest airport to use. The trains go through the centre of Copenhagen and then across the Bridge to Malmö, Lund and beyond.

We caught the train at Copenhagen’s main train station and went all the way to the main station in Malmö. For our return journey we realised we could actually get on the train at the small Triangeln station close to our hostel and didn’t have to walk back into town with our backpacks. The journey from central station to central station takes around 35 mins.

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The view from the speeding train window

The view of the bridge from the train wasn’t great as we were below the road. You’d probably be able to appreciate the structure a lot better if you travelled on the upper road level. However, we still had a good view of the sea from the windows and it was exciting just to know I was actually on THE BRIDGE!

 

 

Once in Malmö, I tried to get photos of the bridge from the coast near the Turning Torso tower, but it was so misty I couldn’t see it. There are supposed to be good views of it from the roof of the Emporia shopping mall near Hyllie station which is much closer to it, but we didn’t have time to go there.

 

Misty view of the Oresund
The Bridge is out there somewhere

 

Update: 19th February, 2016

I’ve recently been reading about how the ‘migrant crisis’ has affected travel across the bridge. Sweden is requiring transport operators to only allow people to cross if they have valid photo ID. As the operators risk a large fine if they don’t abide by this even though there is no infrastructure in place to carry out these ID checks, many train services have been suspended or heavily disrupted. Who would have thought the open borders of Europe would slam shut so quickly and easily?

When I crossed I made a video from my train window and I’ve finally got round to putting it on YouTube.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thames Path – Maidenhead to Bourne End

Today’s walk was cut short by flooding.

Friday 3rd January, 2014


Today I planned to walk from Maidenhead to Marlow but things didn’t quite work out as I’d hoped. I drove to Marlow and found free street parking just round the corner from the train station. I caught the train to Maidenhead so I could continue my walk from where I’d left off yesterday. 

Taken from the train window


From the train window I could see an awful lot of flooding. It was worst on what would be the last section of my walk from Bourne End to Marlow. The Thames had overflowed so much that what should be green parkland running alongside the riverbank was completely under water. I could see the tops of park benches looking as though they were planted mid-river ready for any passing swimmers to take a semi-submerged rest. I couldn’t see any option for getting round the flooded area as it was bordered by the fenced-off train tracks. The railway fortunately ran along the top of a higher bank, otherwise it would have been under water too. I had a feeling my walk would have to end at Bourne End, though I didn’t want to make a decision until I’d actually got there and checked it out. 

Arriving in Maidenhead, I made my way down to the river. According to the official tourism website, Maidenhead is one of the most affluent areas of the UK with house prices often exceeding those of Central London. It goes on to give the reasons for this as being the ease of commuting into London from here, plus the proximity of the Thames countryside. There were some very posh houses along the riverbank and a few old buildings around the town centre, but on the whole it didn’t do it for me. It was too bland. If I had money, Maidenhead would not be high on my list of desirable locations to reside in. 


Crossing the bridge to the far side of the river, I set off walking. The first part of the path on this section leads through a manicured riverside park. This soon turns into a roadside walk before reaching Boulter’s Lock. The lock is the longest and deepest on the Thames. At one time it was also the busiest. 


The path was muddy with puddles, but I wasn’t wading through long stretches of water as I’d had to do on my first day of walking. The Thames was very high though. I saw a lovely house on the far bank; it looked really idyllic and serene, but the serenity seemed to be finely balanced with impending doom. Another day or two of rain and the scales would be weighted on the side of doom as the bank would be breached and everywhere flooded. An elderly man was sat on the decking looking as though he was enjoying the bit of sun, but I wondered what was really going through his mind.*


Not long after this house, the grounds of Cliveden appeared on the opposite bank. Cliveden, a large mansion house, is a luxury hotel. In its former life as a private house it was the home of Nancy Astor who was known for her holding of lavish parties. Anyone who was anyone attended including Charlie Chaplin, Winston Churchill, Gandhi, Lawrence of Arabia, Rudyard Kipling, Henry James, A J Balfour … the list goes on. It gained notoriety in 1961 when it became the background setting for the Profumo Affair. Christine Keeler met John Profumo here and they began an illicit affair. As he was the Conservative Secretary for War and she was having a simultaneous affair with a suspected Russian spy, and it was the height of the Cold War, the resulting scandal brought down the government.



Although the house is now a private hotel, the grounds are owned by the National Trust and a few years ago I spent a pleasant afternoon wandering around them. From my side of the river today, I could see very little. Knowing how lovely the grounds are made me wonder what else I might be missing out on by being on this side of the river. But of course, if I was on the other side of the river, I’d be thinking the same about this side. Ah well, grass is greener and all of that. I continued walking. 

 


Next up was Cookham. Here the path detours from the river to pass through the small town. Cookham is usually associated with painter Stanley Spencer and there is a small gallery here dedicated to his works. Although Spencer painted on an array of themes he is probably best known for his biblical paintings created with Cookham as the backdrop. I’d been into the gallery on a previous visit and so with the days being so short, and not knowing if I’d face a long detour further on, I didn’t linger and followed the path through the churchyard. 


The dramatic statues of angels in the churchyard made me think of the Weeping Angels in Doctor Who, though I’m sure their sculptor meant for them to be figures of other-worldly goodness and not scary other-worldly creatures who preyed on humans and zapped them back in time. 

 

Meeting the river again the path continued along soggy grass to Bourne End. Houses, boats and small jetties lined both sides of the river. Crossing the  railway bridge the path continues on the far side of the river. This is where I came to the area I’d seen from the train window. The water was sloshing deeply along the path and I knew that this wasn’t a short stretch I could easily wade through, but continued most of the way to Marlow. I wandered into the town away from the path to look for an alternative route, but with the railway line now between me and the path I would have had a pointless walk along the main road if I was to continue. Instead I made my way to Bourne End train station for the ride back to Marlow and my van.



*As it happened, a month after my walk the banks broke and the news was full of properties along the Thames being underwater. I didn’t see my little blue house on the news, but it’s hard to imagine it surviving unscathed.