It’s hard to believe the summer holidays are almost over. Especially as it’s still sunny (and we’ve yet to procure new rugby boots, a protractor, hair cuts and 101 other things on the Back to School List….Strange given Asda has been happily reminding us of this impending event since the beginning of July).
One of the things we failed miserably to do during the holidays was to explore our local heritage. We are long overdue another trip to Steam, the railway museum (not least because we can combine it with a trip to the Designer Outlet Village and Starbucks). But J has insisted on making the most of the outdoors….
We did, however, make a detour en route to Swindon station despite J Boy’s vigorous protests. Early morning, the sunshine was in-your-face brilliant. It had that curious trick of making places even as utilitarian as Swindon look other-worldly. I couldn’t resist the light. I also reasoned we’d qualify for the cheaper non-peak fare if I idled a few minutes away. (Boy was easily bribed with the promise of a comic from the station kiosk).
It may not be quite Banksy, but this painted fence has often grabbed my attention on my bus ride to Fleming Way. It sits incongruously beneath a towering filigree tower, which (mistakenly) I had always taken to be part of an old gasometer.
Up close, it didn’t disappoint. I snapped away happily, until I could resist J’s mewling no more. For a moment, I forgot London, forgot Oxford, and Bristol. Swindon was the place to be.And, looking back at the snaps, I still think the town can hold its own against its more edgy urban brothers (or maybe it was just the sunlight and that particular combination of spray can blue ban and delicate Victorian metal work).
Take a look for yourselves and let me know what you think.
It looks like we can also tick that heritage box soon. Googling in the evening, I discovered the strange crane-like structure is the old Water Tower for the GWR Carriage works and features in the Swindon Heritage Trail. I can feel another adventure coming on. And, as the Outlet Village (the former GWR Workshops) is also on the trail, we can fit in a trip to the Clarks shop for those elusive rugby boots. Two more boxes ticked.
Who says Swindon doesn’t rock?
Linking up to the lovely Jaime’s #magicmoment, because it was…..J Boy may not agree (he’d definitely opt for the train ride and the South Oxford playground rendez vous with his buddy). But, for me, it was the perfect start to the perfect day!