Mysterious November 1st

This is the middle day of the Hallowtide. In the days of the medieval church, it marked the end of harvest and the coming of the dark days of winter. It is All Saints Day. According to Sir James Frazer’s Golden Bough (though other authorities disagree with him) this coincides with the Celtic Festival of the Dead, Samhain.

Though neither Celt nor mediaeval monk, I suspect I share some feelings with them. In these days after the autumn solstice, the light and the landscape shift into the unfamiliar. It is fleeting. But it acts powerfully on the imagination. For instance, today I took a walk I have taken many times before …

… through prosperous terraces, the newest of which is 100 years old, towards the river which the Anglo Saxons knew. There was obviously mist over the water. As I approached the Royal Hospital (founded by Charles II, allegedly at the urging of Nell Gwynn, to house veteran soldiers), though the river was still out of sight, I could see mist, grey as smoke, shifting among the turning leaves of the great trees in the Hospital’s park.

Royal Hospital, Chelsea. Chelsea Pensioner returns from shopping

Royal Hospital, Chelsea.
Chelsea Pensioner returns from shopping

 

 

I was trying to photograph the old gateway and the mist. I didn’t even realise the scarlet-coated pensioner was in the picture until I got home. But there he was, his coat brilliant in the afternoon sun, just as the coat of his predecessors would have been in all the centuries since Sir Christopher Wren built the place, 300 years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

Albert Bridge ('Troops Break Step' says a Victorian notice) looking towards Westminster and the City

Albert Bridge (‘Troops Break Step’ says a Victorian notice) looking towards Chelsea Bridge, Westminster and the City

 

 

 

 

So then I walked down to the Albert Bridge, surely the prettiest of the London bridges, and crossed in brilliant sunshine while, to the east, the towers of the City shimmered in that mist down stream.

 

 

 

Battersea Park, Bandstand

Battersea Park, Bandstand

 

 

Then into Battersea park, where there were families, parents leading children, children guiding parents, lovers, people who were lost, people who had just met, by chance or appointment, people running with dogs, sitting with dogs, carrying dogs whose little legs had given out after strenuous hours of playing in that great bosky place; Russians, Brazilians, Spaniards, Scots, Bostonians, Texans, Poles, Scandinavians, Japanese … And in the middle, the great gorgeous bandstand, gradually revealing itself in hangings of gold and silver as the leaves fall . . .

 

 

 

Battersea Park lake, from the west

Battersea Park lake, from the wes

 

. . . to the lake , like a mirror, where trees are deceptively luxuriant, deceptively green, both above and below the water, and the unwary might be tempted to step out onto that perfect glassy surface and dance.

 

 

 

Battersea Park, sunbeams among the trees

Battersea Park, sunbeams among the trees

 

 

Only as you go into the more densely wooded parts you see that the leaves are indeed falling; that the horizontal sun, hitting you between the eyes, hides the truth of the ending year in a blast of crepuscular rays you feel you could climb up to the point from which they emanate to  . . .

what?

 

 

 

Battersea Park Lake, south eastern corner, looking westward

 

 

Lake chillier. Great tree trunk menacing. Sun withdrawing. Mirror errupts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No sun now. This is the territory of Oberon. You may not be welcome.

 

 

 

 

And then, blessedly, you fight your way back to the river, the sun is still shining, people are laughing and bicycling and running and drinking coffee. There’s even a speedboat breaking the speed limit on the water. And there, across the river, is smiling order and the trees putting on their autumn finery and all is well with the world again. For now.

Royal Hospital, Chelsea, view from Battersea Park, looking north.

Royal Hospital, Chelsea, view from Battersea Park, looking north.

 

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