22 July 2012

Ealing, Queen of the London 'burbs

I'm going to geek out for just one minute, I promise. I have a strange fascination with English place names - towns, streets, boroughs, you name it, I'm fascinated by it. I think it may stem from the fact that alongside traditional Maori names, such as Taumata­whakatangihanga­koauau­o­tamatea­turi­pukakapiki­maunga­horo­nuku­pokai­whenua­kitanatahu and Whangamata, New Zealand has so many hearkening back to the settlers; Wellington, Cambridge, Dunedin. I digress, anyway...

As per my training plan for the walking half-marathon in September, today we were scheduled for an hour and 45 minute walk. With the sun pouring in, and a cloudless blue sky, we knew we had to head out and soak up some Vitamin D whilst we could, instead of blasting tunes & staring at the wall on a treadmill. We decided that instead of looping a nearby park hundreds upon hundreds of times, we decided to catch a train to leafy Ealing and get our walk on.

Map checking told us it would be 4.8miles which felt like a good walk, and as we were feeling good, it should take us 1.45-2hours which would be slow but steady as it was our first longer planned walk (no shopping today which usually slows us to a snail pace as I lust over all the pretty clothes!)

What a lovely place to be on such a glorious day! Ealing is a borough in West London, and was known for a long time as Queen of the Suburbs - where every aspiring West Londoner looked to move with their families. With the big beautiful houses and leafy green streets I'm not surprised, especially in contrast with the grimy grey London of yester-year. Apparently Ealing is one of the ancient parishes of Middlesex and its origins are Saxon or even earlier.



We passed Ealing's oldest tree painted white because people kept crashing into it, Castle Hill Lodge, owned by Queen Victoria's Dad and rumoured to be a love-nest of Victoria & Albert, oh, and just to keep it real, part of the A40 Motorway!

England in the sunshine is just magical. I think that's what got us walking so fast - we made it in an hour and 30 minutes. Awesome.


 Patiently waiting as I snap away

Todays workout: 1.5 hours walking at 5.5km/h.

How you spend your Sunday? Is there a meaning to your road name?

2 comments :

  1. What lovely photos! I'm really enjoying going back through your archives. I lived abroad for 3 years after college, and so much of what you write makes sense to me because of it. You are a wonderful writer, Emma! (In my humble opinion.) So glad we're in touch now through our blogs. Cheers!

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    1. That's really lovely of you to be reading, and so sweet of you to say - especially with your own fantastic blog!

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