Andrews Road, E8
Farmyard Friends! In the middle of Hackney!
I spent the entire time I was there intermittently squealing, and slapping Lady Fox whilst shouting “I WANT IT! GET IT FOR ME NOW!”
We saw pigs:
Miss Fox: “Silly Americans just asked whether the animals are for petting, or if they actually get EATEN! Ahahaha!”
Sister-in-law Fox: “Actually, I think they do get eaten. You can buy their bacon and sausages in the shop.”
Some exciting breeds of chicken:
I’ve recently had a traumatic hair-dyeing experience which has left me with an unfortunate ginger halo. Lady Fox joked that this chicken “looks just like you!” I had forgotten to sulk about that, well reminded.
Some suave looking ducks:
And a goat friend that we weren’t supposed to touch but did:
Also, I tried to steal several dogs. And babies. I may be hormonal.
Hackney City Farm
1a Goldsmiths Row
London E2 8QA
Telephone 020 7729 6381
on the Circle line this morning:
City gent on the morning commute breaks the unspoken rule of point-blank ignoring all other passengers, even if you’re sharing body heat, by nodding at a much younger gent with a Dali-esque ‘tache and saying:
“Nice camera. That a *insert name of very old, complicated looking model*?”
Hipster looks blank, and replies:
“Not sure. Don’t think it works, or anything. It’s just part of my look.”
Which means it is definitely a bad idea to go swimming in outdoor pools. Nonetheless, I’m not adverse to the occasional (or, indeed, frequent) bad plan, however what began as an error in judgment, ended as a very pleasant sunday outing with the extended skulk.
The area of London Fields, in central Hackney, has gained a rep in recent years for being a bit of a hipster hangout, having even been immortalised on YouTube:
Producer: Reuben Dangoor
Despite this, it’s actually a pretty decent place to live. It has enough dingy music venues to appeal to the cool kids and plenty of vegan cafes for the bohemian set, yet it still retains enough of its neighbourhood feel and diversity to keep it from being too self-consciously ‘cool east-side’.
Does mean the rent’s taken a hike, though.
Anyway, this has endowed the area with a fair bit of urban regeneration. The Hackney library and museum are just down the road: a shining beacon of knowledge and culture in a glass behemoth; the Fields themselves have been smartened up, playgrounds added, concrete rockeries decorated with mosaic covered sheep.
And, of course, there’s a fuck-off big 24 hour Tesco. Lovely.
Another of its pleasing attractions is the eponymous London Fields Lido, which brings me nicely back to this morning’s aforementioned jolly.
Not many of Britain’s old Lidos survived to see the new millenium: scrapped to make way for shiny new leisure centres with their more hygienic water filtration systems and warmer temperatures.
Yet, London Fields lives on. It’s surprisingly clean and inviting for an outdoor pool – I was expecting a Soviet-style concrete monster, with muddy water and outdoors communal showering. The showers are actually both outdoors and communal, but that’s beside the point. It’s colourful, cheerfully so, with primary coloured lockers, and entertaining photos of people enjoying a swim with snow surrounding the pool. As it’s a sunday, it was mainly filled with families and groups of friends enjoying a nice, wholesome sunday activity. We swam for an hour, felt very righteous for doing voluntary exercise (on a weekend!), and then promptly went on a search for cake.
Nearby Broadway Market did the job nicely. After skirting the crowds of hipsters enjoying their ironic pints of bitter kerbside, we popped to Cafe Gossip – a vegetarian cafe offering homemade cakes and enough varieties of tea to give me a caffeine hit just looking at them. If you’re ever in the vicinity, try the blueberry cake: you won’t be disappointed. A quick meander down the road gave us a plethora of new bookshops to explore and an excellent piece of street art hiding by a drain near the new Strut vintage boutique.
My love of bookshops, particularly art and design focussed ones, is something I’m sure I’ll share in a later post so I won’t go there now, but, needless to say, it really made me wish I were rich. I wouldn’t waste money on silly things like booze and cars, oh no. Books would be the killer. I would be the little old fox who lived in a house made of books.
A very pleasant day, indeed.
It is twenty past eleven and Lady Fox is getting tired and ratty. I shall ramble more another day.