Tubewhore (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tubewhore) wrote,@ 2007-11-20 23:31:00 |
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| Entry tags: | camden town, golders green, northern line |
Northern Line: Camden to Golders Green.
Due to getting sucked back into the work mentality, we're late getting up to Camden to met spangle_kittenwho's come to join us on the adventure for the afternoon. Poor Camden is not looking its best, hidden under scaffolding.
A small rant: Camden is only a little station, and it gets really crowded at weekends, so why do people, especially people dragging wheelycases, insist on stopping dead as soon as they step off the escalator forcing those immediately behind them into doing a quick two-step to avoid getting mushed into the machinery. Happens to me every time. Is the experience of arriving at Camden, goth capital of the world, just so overwhelming? and why do I always end up standing behind the gobsmaked noob. Grr!
Before you give in to the 'omigod, I can't belived i'm like rilly rilly here, man' slack jawed dribbling at the awesome moment of your arrival, get out the damn way of everyone else who already have their travelcards/Oystercards ready for the barriers before you cause an accident, or worse, scuff my pointy shoes!
L is already outside, looking beautiful in taffeta. There's the usual tide of people piling past us, so we decide on heading up as far as the tube is running today, Golders Green, and working our way back towards Chalk Farm. A one-way system operates on the weekend through Camden Town - up on the escalators, trip tripping down via the 94 stairs in trailing skirts.
Camden tiled in soft china blue and cream, with the station name in the tiles. This will prove to be a theme for the day...
The train rumbles on, only coming above ground at our destination. The chap doing the train announcements is very jolly and there are plenty of staff directing people to the replacement bus service. But as L has already pointed out 'replacement bus-whore' doesn't have quite the same ring to it, so this is as far as we're going to go today. None of us had been to Golders Green before - this is the highest I've been up this branch of the Northern - so we go for a wander in search of lunch, and count a surprisingly high number of Japanese places, as well as the usual complement of fried chicken takeaways and the odd pizza joint. The architecture is a pleasing style of brick mock tudor village, built in the early part of the 20th century as the tube expanded outwards. Being a strongly Jewish area, a lot of places are shut, this being Saturday.
We hit the chazzas, with L scoring thrifting gold in the form of the best mad old lady hat which we all decide she just has to wear for the rest of the day. I find a black wool cape, and a pair of tiny pair of ballet shoes in a box illustrated with a fairy tale, the kind of strange and damaged treasure that you would find in the window of Emily's shop... Despite not being in the slightest bit maternal, they have the melancholy pull of something lost and precious and I buy them.
Buoyed with thrifting triumph we head for the all you can eat buffet at CTV which has a counterpart in Angel apparently. Lovely food, ginger tea and good company. It's only mid-afternoon when we leave but it's already dusky with a slight fog in the air and the light rapiding failing. Winter is here...
We hit the chazzas, with L scoring thrifting gold in the form of the best mad old lady hat which we all decide she just has to wear for the rest of the day. I find a black wool cape, and a pair of tiny pair of ballet shoes in a box illustrated with a fairy tale, the kind of strange and damaged treasure that you would find in the window of Emily's shop... Despite not being in the slightest bit maternal, they have the melancholy pull of something lost and precious and I buy them.
Buoyed with thrifting triumph we head for the all you can eat buffet at CTV which has a counterpart in Angel apparently. Lovely food, ginger tea and good company. It's only mid-afternoon when we leave but it's already dusky with a slight fog in the air and the light rapiding failing. Winter is here...
Taking pictures of details of the station:
Years of over-painting have blurred the makers mark beyond readability:
The view of the depot from the window as we go overground:
The station itself, pretty brick box with a roundel on top. Look at the number of cameras on the corner:
Next stop, back down to Hampstead...
