Trolley 611

Trolley 611 was captured in the Kokoro passage, two trolleys from a group of four, two large and two small.  Two large trolleys removed from the group for the purposes of the snap.

Curiously, although I took the long way back to the M&S food hall, past Wetherspoon's, I did not notice that the handle of one of them was bent, only noticing when it came to choosing the best snap for this post.

This in the margins of a visit to the site of the public house which used to be called the White Horse, more recently the Lava Lounge. I suppose they were punting for trade from the nearby art college (aka the creationists), rather the the hospital; the days of health workers boozing and smoking in public places being long gone. I remember visiting the place just once, I forget why, as Dorking Road was off my beat at the time, and being lectured by a man of middling years, possibly a former soldier, who lectured me on the difference between 1 Para and 2 Para. As I recall it, 2 Para was the business, while 1 Para was not.

It looks like quite an old building, but no amount of zoom turns the date of establishment top right into something I can read. Oddly, the letters are more legible than the numbers. Perhaps if one had a key one could work it out. In the meantime, gmaps reveals the date to be 1717. Back in the days when Epsom was a spa town and the Epsom Derby was a half century short of invention.

Perhaps it could go back to being some kind of a recreational or eating facility for said health workers? Or out-patients wanting a snack before they caught their bus home?

While across the road we had the pond, which I supposed to exist for some Thames Water flavoured reason to take the run-off from the newish housing above. By St. Margaret Drive, probably once part of the garden of the convent which is now a public house combined with a Premier Inn. A place where we once had a rather unpleasant meal involving smoked haddock and cheese, both foods which I like when taken separately.

The present point being that while there were plenty of rushes, I could see no water, despite all the rain we have been having recently. So maybe it does just function as an overflow area to hold the excess and to give the drains a chance to cope. Chalk just below so it should not be a big problem.

And so back to Epsom Town where I captured these trolleys and got my hair cut. To learn all about the shaving contest run by the British Barbers Association and the rather elaborate belt given as first prize, snapped above. The association is run out of Gravesend in Kent, and it is not clear whether the competitions are still up and running. But the shop seems to be, a shop which appears to be into creams and lotions rather than cut-throats. 

In which connection, the barber explained that modern cut-throats are fakes, and are actually safety razors with disposable blades got up to look like cut-throats. Too much sterilisation, health and safety around the real thing. Plus it is hard to source proper leather strops.

There is, seems, a demand for shaves just now. Something that was common enough when I was very young, and has, I now know, waned and waxed since then.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/01/trolley-610.html.

Reference 2: https://britishbarbers.com/.

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