Mile End Waste (The)

To gather events and activities news for Up Your Street5 I go out there and find it.

When you go somewhere you see other stuff.  Today I was on cloud 9. I’d heard of ‘silent discos/raves’  happening in Goa  where tourists dance with their Ipods in their ears listening to whatever. Today I supported Deafplus the charity for non-hearing people by going along to their Tower Hamlets BIG 4Tea. Dead easy journey to Darling Way stop on the 254 bus. Tons of cake, tea, silence and good cheer. The venue is ace; The Trinity Centre, Key Close. I took my slice of home-made Victoria Sandwich out into the garden. The garden! I was on the doorsteps of Trinity Almshouses dating from 1800s. They were there on The Mile End Waste, a stretch of historic land used by soap-boxers including Booth of Salvation Army fame, back in those days. I walked through the heavenly place full of flowers and blossom and two sunning black cats, even went to the opposite gates and let myself out. Bit of “The Secret Garden”  going on in my brain. I’d rudely left my hostesses. I was awe-struck. Some students were passing by and told me I was in Mile End Road. Not very good at working aht East End like.Turned around to see what I’d left. Well a building of pure beauty. Just fine and dandy. No camera today so I soaked it up in my memory and checked web-sites. No photo captures its grandeur. Will check Fin Fahey’s internet Flickr photo stream.

Turned to my left and there was another massive and beautiful building with not a label on it. I asked a lorry driver who was parked in front of the massive green wooden gates of yore. He didn’t have a clue. Why should he? It is the Charrington Anchor Building from the 1700s. Well!   The National Maritime Museum has all the info and pics. These buildings are all on the Mile End Waste. What a name. I shall return. Found out about events happening in National Deaf Awareness week coming up in May. Being brought up properly by my Cockney dad I returned to the tea table and thanked the wonderful people for my tea. We all donated generously but definitely the cost of the cakes and tea cost more. Thank you Deafplus.

               254 back to Hackney to enrol for ceramic classes at the Centre For Better Health, 1a Darnley Rd. What a nice place and welcome. Luckily for me the art exhibition at Et Cetera Gallery down the stairs was ready to be viewed. I put down my water bottle on a small table. Sacre Bleu…that was part of an installation and very clever it is too. I was priveleged to meet the artist,  Alfie Sheppard.  Free art exhibitions must be nurtured and appreciated especially if they’re up your street. I loved most of the art work and found it full of energy and movement from Elle Sheppard and Caroline Carty

 The Gallery is nice and leads out to a courtyard where there’s garden furniture for the all-important wine- drinking and fags.

Day done as tired out. Well I did queue in a Post office for 20 minutes to post Royal Wedding memorabilia abroad! All fun. Then whatever happened I had to get a fresh cabbage. I’d watched “Family Guy” where Peter takes his dad to Ireland and memory lane: corned beef and boiled cabbage were featured. Mmmm.

Ianvisits is doing a survey of London’s City farms. Very interesting and honest. Today I had a letter from an octogenerian farmer’s wife on a remote island with all the worry of the lambs who won’t ‘sook’ from their mothers. City farms…..

One thought on “Mile End Waste (The)

  1. thelondonienne April 20, 2011 / 6:30 am

    That sounds amazing. I’m definitely going to have to take a Parisian ami for a wander around there. So nice to get a different view of past London in among the new.

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