Bread, no really! and Circuses.

There is a road, an ancient road leading to the edge of Epping Forest in Leytonstone once Essex called Cann Hall Road. It’s a shabby long road heaped with Victorian rail workers two up two downs each with long back extensions. It’s heavily tenanted and has mostly pre-loved front gardens and walls. It is not a derelict road by any means. Between the schools’ open gate times it is a quiet back road. There are four caffs each struggling to keep on keeping on and never worth visiting if you’re local. One is a tea place recently changed in management but still owned and visited by the bakers who specialised in West Indian bread. That place sits on Cann Hall Road’s junction with old Selby Road. Its side wall is a dirty-looking painted-over eyesore which the bakers neglected. Along came the Waltham Forest guardians of community pleasure and decided to change the wall as a mark of respect really for the residents who have lived and shared worlds in what was and maybe still is the highest socially and educationally deprived part of the whole borough. There has been an influx lately of home-buyers from Hackney paying out half a million for sought-after quaintness then spending tons on re-fashioning the small interiors. They are a community amongst a community with all their vegan, cycle and sourdough ways. The chicken wing shops still thrive as all chicken shops do in poor areas.
Well, there’s the rub: The bakery cum caff is owned privately by a family. The wall is theirs. The family is absent physically and vocally. Why wouldn’t they be?
The wall is dark blue, patchy in places with the red and yellow dust of the 1891 bricks making the roughness rust-coloured. The borough council’s agents with a keen eye on the Borough Of Culture banner pervading their desks rather like Brexit taking over all of Parliament’s business have awarded forty thousand pounds through some other non-Council money-pot to an artist and his aide to uplift the afore-mentioned blue wall. Tiles will be bought in from Goadalming; blue tiles. Interspersed amateur blue tiles made by the public through ceramic tile-making workshops would juggle on the same wall. The tile decorations depict all the different breads in our communities.

Some people have been noisy and abrupt on Facebook saying how the design is inappropriate for a Victorian road and etc. A few voices dared to differ. For me, it’s unfair that a shop owned privately gets £40k spent on it. The owners have not said anything. The café remains almost empty every day. Meanwhile Up Your Street saw and grabbed an opportunity for seniors to learn a skill as in tile-making using raw clay and listening to tutors who guided them step by step. We were working in a wonderful venue under the railway arches. Not one student there cared about the politics going on. I was happy that we were taking part in a community venture having tried for years to get Up Your Street even uttered at other people’s parties. And pleased as Punch that women who were nervous about achieving a square tile made by hand with their own bread picture on it were successful.
Afterwards we had vegan soup and bread á la vegan. {We were in vegan country.} The artists were whisked away in a cab with tiles ready for the kiln.
This was a prime example of Up Your Street seniors being local and ready to be that audience, that ready-made group of seniors as visible go-getters and engaged in their community goings -on. We are mostly overlooked, engaged for five minutes then forgotten. On Facebook no-one is registering what seniors have done as part of this contentious project. We woz there.
No curiosity. No “Who are those people?” “How are they involved?” No “What shall we do for them?”

Some of those bread pictures are ace. There were swirls and feather-like patterns, shortbread triangles and shell-shapes. As old arms rolled the clay, the pictures became distorted and even more fluid. On firing the lines will be striking blue against a white background. Can you wait?

The forty thousand came through the council from some other funding for arts and boroughs of culture and regeneration. Bet the local chicken shop would like to say something.