A WALK IN THE WALKING CITY

 

It’s that point in the year when a lad and lass think it’s time to walk around the City of London, a place that in general have no reason to go, in order to see Sculpture in the City, a now annual project that puts sculptural artworks in among the zesty new buildings (and some old ones) of the City’s insurance district.

In fact it lasts much of the year and as they say in their publicity ‘it’s completely free and is accessible 24 hours a day, 7 days week,’ but we always seem to end up going there on an autumnal Saturday morning when lots of other people walk also around the City, staring at the buildings, peering at maps, looking vaguely lost. Some of them are no doubt there for the sculpture though many seem to find them a big surprise when they come across them, as with these folks discovering ‘Earthing’ by Jocelyn McGregor.

 

It has snail shells and human parts!

 

Inevitably some of the works of art strike you more forcibly than other. I was particularly taken by Jesse Pollock’s ‘The Granary,’

And below is ‘Miss’ by Emma Louise Moore which is carved from Carrara marble, and apparently becomes translucent when the sun hits it, although on a slightly grey morning in late September you had to take their word for that.

 

But I was there, at least partly, to see some work by Isamu Noguchi, who’s become a recent interest of mine, though not yet an obsession.  In fact there were three sculptures of his, all grouped together in St Helen’s Churchyard: Mountain, Duo and Neo-Lithic all made from galvanized-steel and which according to the literature ‘express his (Naguchi’s) lifelong engagement with sculpture, the landscape and the bodily sensorium.’  I don’t believe I’ve ever previously typed the word sensorium. They looked like this:

To be honest Noguchi’s work looked rather low key compared with the bells of whistles of many of the other sculptures, but the quietness was part of its appeal.  

 

There obviously is some connection between walking and sculpture. Sculpture is one of the few art forms you can actually walk around, and certainly when the sculpture gets to any size the sculptor has to walk around while making it.

 

Noguchi made works such as ‘Walking Void,’ ‘In Silence Walking,’ ‘Large Walking Box,’ ‘Little Walking Box,’ 'Man Walking.  

 

This is ‘Man Walking’

This is 'Walking Void#2.’

 

Noguchi did once say 'I want sculpture equal to myself walking.’  I’m having fun trying to work out what he meant by that.  Here’s a picture of him walking.

And here for reference, as alluded to in my title, is a walking city as conceived by Archigram

HIGHWAY WRONGS

 I was walking into the grounds of Colchester General Hospital the other day and I came across a sign at the entrance from the main road that read, ‘No highway rights exist or shall accrue beyond this point.’ (I take a great interest in signs that forbid or limit pedestrianism.) 

 

Being in a Philistine frame of mind I started thinking about Deep Purple’s ‘Highway Star,’ AC/DC’s ‘Highway to Hell’ and a great many other songs that tend to refer to the highway as a place for truckers and demon drivers as opposed to pedestrians, which left me wondering what ‘highway rights’ are.

 

A little research on various plausible-seeming websites tells me that, ‘Highway rights mean that the public has a right to “pass and repass” over the land.’  Got that? Not just pass but pass and REPASS.

 

What then is a highway?  ‘A Highway is an area of land which the public at large have the absolute right to use to “Pass and Repass” without let or hindrance.’ OK then, but it’s worth noting, ‘Though the term highway is popularly used to refer to roads, its legal definition covers any public road, track or path. Historically, a highway, which was also referred to as ‘the King’s highway’, was defined as a public passage for the use of the sovereign and all his or her subjects.  The Highway Act 1835 defines highways as ‘all Roads, Bridges (not being County Bridges), Carriageways, Cartways, Horseways, Bridleways, Footways, Causeways, Churchways and Pavements’.

 

The ancient King's Highway was a trade route from Egypt to Mesopotamia, from Heliopolis (where the obelisks abound) across the Sinai peninsula and by a circuitous route to Resafa, now in Syria.  It’s a long walk in anybody’s book, and not one our present monarch is likely to be undertaking.

 

In England, of course, we have ‘The Highway Code,’ a handy little book that you acquire and read when you’re learning drive then never think about again once you’ve passed your driving test. 

We tend to think of it as a guide for drivers but in fact rules 1 to 36 apply specifically to pedestrians.  Most are straightforward and common sense but one or two are slightly baroque.

Rule 15: Reversing vehicles. Never cross behind a vehicle which is reversing, showing white reversing lights or sounding a warning.

Rule 16: Moving vehicles. You MUST NOT get onto or hold onto a moving vehicle.

Good advice there.

 

Above is an illustration from the Highway Code website. You and I might think that walking across that road wouldn’t be too much of a challenge, but if Death Race 2000 has taught us anything it’s that you can never be sure what’s coming round the bend.  Bonus points for killing pedestrians.

 

GEORGE AND SAM - FEEL THE POWER

 

I assume your Facebook feed is much like mine, dredging up all kinds of nonsense about psych rock, tree surgeons, orthopedic shoes, organic food hampers, and so on, but just once in a while it brings something vaguely interesting such as this from ‘Remembering George 1943-2001,’ as in George Harrison.  

It’s an aerial photograph of what was his country house, Friar Park in Henley on Thames, and it comeswith a caption/quotation from George, ‘My Garden you can stroll around it in ten minutes if you’re power walking.  Which is what I do these days.  If you saunter it could take half an hour.  If you swagger maybe 45 minutes.’

 

I’m not sure that a swagger is slower than a saunter but here’s an image byPaul Sandby titled A Man Swaggering, one of twelve London Cries drawn from life and published in 1760.  It certainly looks like it might take him a while to get anywhere, even around a garden.

This is Friar Park as seen on Google maps.  

 

As far as I know there are 36 acres of garden at the house, and I’m not sure where those 36 acres begin and end, but it looks like a lot of ground to walk around, even power walk around in ten minutes, though a lot may depend on what you mean by ‘around.’ 

I was reminded of a Samuel Pepys diary entry, Saturday 18 May 1667 ‘Up, and all the morning at the office, and then to dinner, and after dinner to the office to dictate some letters, and then with my wife to Sir W. Turners's  to visit The., (Theophila Turner) but she being abroad we back again home, and then I to the office, finished my letters, and then to walk an hour in the garden talking with my wife, whose growth in musique do begin to please me mightily, and by and by home.’

That sounds like a full day with a lot of back and forth, but fortunately the Pepyses lived in a house in the Navy Office buildings on Seething Lane, so they lived above (or even in) the shop.  Below is the best historic image I’ve found of the Navy Office. It looks as though you’d have to do quite a lot of back and forth to occupy a whole hour.

Today there is the Seething Lane Garden, commemorating Pepys, which you can walk around in about five minutes.

 

This is George Harrison in his garden, not swaggering nor power walking, but on his feet, having his picture taken and not looking especially comfortable about it.

WALKING WITHOUT MOSQUITOS

 Possibly you’ve been hearing about Colin Bell, the 102-year-old former World War Two fighter pilot (he flew Mosquitos) who abseiled 280 feet down the Royal London Hospital last week.  He did it for charity of course, raising money for the Royal College of Nursing, the RAF Benevolent Fund and the London Air Ambulance.  Here he is walking on the roof prior to descent.

Here he is descending, in tandem.

 

         Colin Bell is also a walker (again for charity), and in a BBC radio interview he talked, slightly vaguely, about a walk he did from Churchill College in Cambridge to the American Cemetery in Madingley Road (2.2 miles), and Downham Market where he was stationed during the war, to Bexwell Church (2 miles).  I’m not sure that he walked from the American Cemetery to Downham Market, since that would be about 35 miles, and in any case, according to the Guardian ‘Precise distances were not recorded,’ and one of Colin’s helpers was reported as saying ‘when you’re 102, two miles can feel like 22.’  I don’t expect to live long enough to check the accuracy of that statement, but it sounds reasonable.

If only more walkers would wear ties.

In that radio interview Colin Bell didn’t specifically mention walking as the secret of his longevity he put it down to good genes and ‘A combination of alcohol, exercise, and the love of good women, with the odd bad one thrown in.’ I suppose the ‘exercise’ may have been walking, but given the good and bad women, other forms of exercise may have been involved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CELEBRITY WALKING

Celebrities aren’t like you and me, they do things differently, even walking. And no celebrity is quite like the sainted Davina McCall.

There she was in the Times magazine recently, in an article with the shout line ‘I didn’t need drugs.  But I had a hole in my heart that and they filled that,’ which I translate as ‘I didn’t need drugs I just liked them.’

 

Is she a walker?  Hell yes. She ‘ran into’ Matthew Robertson, then presenter of Pet Rescue while out walking her dog.  Reader, she married him in 2000, and separated in 2017 – that’s many, many decades in celebrity marriage years.  And she kept on walking.

 

A little research reveals that in 2021 she did something nasty to her foot after tripping on a tree root while out walking her dog.  This, of course, she shared on Instagram – and issued a ‘trigger warning’ for the image.  I think we’ve all seen worse.

 But about a week later she shared another picture and the foot was looking much better.  Whew!  Drama! Relief! Bathos!

 

Here’s another picture of Davina walking: not a tree root in sight.