What lies beneath: drilling down into the past

Everyone says that the most unpredictable part of any building project is the ground work. Like the human psyche, you never suspect what lies concealed under the surface. So, with this renovation project in Southwark, near the Thames, the foundation work even of this small extension has been causing problem after problem. First the engineer says that because of the unstable made ground (artificial ground the result of previous human activity) that the house is built on, we need 6 metre deep piled foundations. Made ground because the whole site is built on the old Courage bottling plant, demolished in 1981. Here it is in the 1950s:

and here is the entrance to our estate today, from street view compared with the year before it was demolished (1980), with the Sold to Saville’s sign in evidence:


The piling company finally arrive, after abandoning their first appointment because their truck would not fit under the Park Street bridge just by the site of Shakespeare’s Globe and the route through Borough Market is now restricted since the attacks on London Bridge. But, finally they get 1 and a half metres down and come up against a concrete slab – in all four locations that they are drilling down.

The four holes of the piling maching

Piling company retreat and now diamond drilling companies are being approached to find one willing and able to cart their machinery into our back garden, through the front door to drill through what might be 2 metres of concrete. And then who knows what is under that: a hollow vault? Roman remains? Both are feasible.
So the project is delayed so far by 6 weeks and getting in by Christmas is maybe possible, when before we joked about it because of course we would. But the fundamental unpredictability about what lies beneath still remains.

Lingering at Balderston’s sheltering from the rain

A showery day demands careful planning when it comes to riding and not riding. My Met Office app told me that it would rain in Cambridge from 11 am until 3pm. I arrived  – just before 11 – and got ready to ride out just when the heavens opened so lingered in East Road garages as an arriving lady told me she was parking there to avoid a couple who spend ‘half the year in Spain – and we all wish they spent all year there…’. By the time the strange anecdote had ended the sun had come out and I grasped the opportunity. I tend to head out not really having a destination in mind until I get going. After a familiar exit via the A10 toward Ely I decided to head over to BMW dealer Balderston’s in Peterborough where there would be a welcoming cup of tea waiting and some eye-candy shiny bikes to look at. For once my GPS took me on a meandering and indirect route via Ramsey and places without names, the last 15 minutes in steadily heavier rain. I should have remembered that my BMW Nav does not seem to like Balderstons and takes you on a loop that gets close then veers off, only to return you again in a strange circle – not very amusing when it is raining.

Once there and after a dripping entry I was offered the customary cup of tea which I eagerly accepted and tip-toed around the ground floor showroom. The 1200gs Adventures are lovely to behold but like beasts when you stand behind them or sit on them. The fuel tank is so huge. Highly desirable but a riding experience I gave up for my present practical, nimble but secretly a little boring machine – the ‘ordinary’ 1200gs.

I must have spent an hour in the showroom waiting for the rain to stop and trying to resist the temptation to spend any money – even on the low seat for my bike which I tried out there and decided it was not required. I resisted the now £130 BMW rainsuit and the hydrapack even though my jacket has a clever pocket on the back especially designed for it. I would prefer just to stop, have a break and a drink.

First the sun came out and then the rain thankfully stopped and I along with a number of other bikers left the store.

My ride back was via Coates where I collected my first ever bike and rode home nearly 10 years ago, and March – all in the beautiful sun.

Here are the traces of all the trips I have taken since I relocated the bike back to Cambridge to make way for heavy renovations in Southwark. I am highly tempted to keep the bike here over the summers and just keep it in London in winter.

Here’s more detail of the trip:
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Fruit farm failures and hesitations

Heavy showers led to indecisions and reversals in the pursuit of fruit in East Atracks 23rd Julynglia.

I did come up with the plan of buying 3Kgs of blackcurrants and redcurrants to take home and make (more) jam. I had the coordinates of two pick your own farms ready but the weather eroded my decision. I thought it might be character-building to ride in the rain a bit. I fished out my old Heine Gerricke fabric jacket jacketas a more practical alternative to my nice but relatively pocketless and tight fitting Hideout Leathers jacket for my next tour across northern Europe. It seemed to keep out the wind and rain – though ended up a little soggy hanging up in the garage. I plan to re-proof it and maybe upgrade the armour before my trip starting at the end of August.

 

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Cambridge to Orford

The concrete floor in my garage is 40cms thick. I know because the builders have drilled a trench the length of it out to the drain in the middle of the drive. This is just a reminder that the space is clearly off limits for now until the building work is finished, maybe at the end of September. I am looking forward to building a work bench and shelves and inhabit the kind of space I have wanted for the last twenty years. There will be electric sockets just where you’d want them and fantastic lighting. Tools will be ready to hand. But in the meantime…

Summer 2017 will be the summer of motorcycle rides from Cambridge out to the Norfolk and Suffolk coast. There is something slightly zombie-ish about my returnings to that city, my shock at the re-developed station and walk down past the house that I used to live in to my secret place where my motorcycle lives. It is like those dreams where you are in the house you moved out of. It feels so familiar but you know you don’t belong there. Interestingly an old neighbour from my 10 year visit to Stone Terrace hailed me and we talked for a while on the street about neighbourliness and house prices.

This Saturday was beautiful: sunny and around 23 degrees. I told the GPS to take me to lovely Long Melford and from there typed in Orford. I’ve never been there but had heard of Orfordness. Suffolk villages must be among the most beautiful in the country and its buildings, whether small cottages or large grand halls are stunning. So many times I was grateful to be riding behind slow moving cars to enjoy the view. Orford seems a bit more up market than Dunwich, but a small place with a view across the river there, with a cool breeze and a tea room that was a little too crowded to visit.
orford

 

The way back involved 20 or 30 miles of beautiful gently curving roads before leading back to the A14 to get back to Cambridge.
I bought 10 litres of water from Tesco (£2.20) to wash off Belinda’s collection of dead insects.
I am using my brand new Conti Trail Attacks, fitted at the last (first) MOT:

conti trail attack

Before I knew it, and a train ride later, I was back in the heart of EC1 where I am staying while the house it being done.

Barbican

The ride was 150 miles.

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More detail:
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To Helsinki and back by motorcycle

I’ve finally booked all the hotels and the major ferry crossings for my trip in late August and September to Helsinki where I’m working for a week on an Erasmus exchange. I’m travelling over there via Germany, Denmark and Sweden arriving on the ferry from Stockholm to Helsinki. I’m travelling back via Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania where I take a ferry through the Baltic Sea to Kiel in northern Germany (I miss out Polish roads) then retrace my first steps to Hook of Holland and a last ferry home to England. All the stopping places are loaded and this is what the trip looks like – a bit odd because the parts by sea are missing. Its about 2000 riding miles – a little less. No camping because all my camping equipment is still in store. I’ll save that for next year.Basecamp map

Kings Lynn and not Wisbech

This Saturday I headed again to the coast but again didn’t make it. The A10 north from Cambridge ends up in Kings Lynn and on the way skirts around Ely and other old towns. It can be frustrating with sometimes slow moving agriculture and few places to pass but has its nice moments. So far so good but on reaching the large roundabout outside Kings Lynn the penny dropped that on a sunny bank holiday everyone would be heading for the coast. So the road up to Heacham and Snettisham was jammed with cars pulling caravans. Giving that up as a bad idea I scooped myself up onto the road toward Wisbech, not that I would want to spend a Saturday afternoon there, but the road was empty though completely full in the other direction. Via a river event in scenic Upwell and some beautiful fen roads, in a strong fen wind, I made it back to sunny Cambridge. Next time I need a slightly better plan.

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