No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in the morning.*
“Ledborough Road has, in recent times, become a mythical place to me. Though often empty of humans, its pavements are occasionally trodden by those who realise that walking is the only way to know the world; and by those who have never heard of the Tao, but nevertheless follow it instinctively. They walk, shamble, or shuffle along, stopping from time to time in order to peer over a tumbledown garden fence, at nothing in particular. Or get curiously waylaid by a trail left by yesterday’s snail or slug. They are also cognisant of how events in life are often beyond their immediate control, and willingly bow to the unknown’s greater power. An ageing cat appears from beneath a stationary car and demands attention by winding itself around the Ledborough wanderer. Or the fellow from number ten pops out to buy his loaf of bread, and tells anyone within earshot about the state of the skies, his wife’s sore throat, and the price of potatoes.
“Please don’t tell me that the ‘real’ Ledborough Road is nothing like that. Although, in all honesty, I won’t mind too much………”
I was very glad of this, from Ian T, author of “Pale Green Vortex“, . If a reader can carry away such impressions, I feel justified in withdrawing the source material from public view to let it ferment in memories.
What I have to do now requires unlimited seclusion:
Art which is directly produced for the Community can never have the same withdrawn quality as that which is made out of the artist’s solitude. For this possesses the integrity and bleak exhilaration that are to be gained only from the absence of an audience and from communion with the primal sources of an unconscious life.*
Is there a ‘real’ Ledborough Road? Google Street View thinks there may be something similar. Distortion from its van-mounted cameras turns mean streets into grandiose boulevards.
The wayfarer steps out from here, goes east toward the horizon
Then a short footpath to the street behind
Says IanT: “ I spotted a couple of Taoist sages standing and talking beneath a tree in one of the pictures. I say that, but who is to predict what a Taoist sage will look like?”—Too right. I could count up to six candidates in this pic aloneLedborough Road proper starts here. The Second hand Furniture Centre used to be an “International Club”, whereby hangs a tale
. . . now it sells used furniture, as does the white building next door (for charity)
at left, the computer shop which helped me lose my data, and find it again
here you can get a chapel of rest, car spares, fireworks, hardware & ironmongery
The Step-in Café begs loiterers to stay away, but they spill over from the sidewalk congregations at Mo’Fro barbers & the Coral betting shop bus Station & shopping mall in background. Buildings in the middle still await demolition—pic enlarged below
this is the eastern end. After a multi-storey car park, you go past the new university, police station, municipal offices and thence to a public park which will take you via the pedestrian route I’ve christened “the Valley Path” to Loudwater
From now on specialize; never again make any concession to the ninety-nine percent of you which is like everybody else at the expense of the one percent which is unique. Never listen to the False Self talking. Le néant d’avoir quarante ans* [on attaining his 40th birthday]
*excerpts from The Unquiet Grave, by Cyril Connolly (1944)