tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23031744.post5023361979252119103..comments2023-10-18T21:45:11.890+01:00Comments on Stepterix: Counter-cultural SurreyBorkimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334367163579800571noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23031744.post-49149643115309261252007-09-14T10:13:00.000+01:002007-09-14T10:13:00.000+01:00Sorry to be so general on a specific post, but I j...Sorry to be so general on a specific post, but I just stumbled upon your blog. What a cool idea. I'm definitely going to be spying!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23031744.post-91220526011618147022007-09-01T19:54:00.000+01:002007-09-01T19:54:00.000+01:00Thank you for sharing your memories. Your tale rat...Thank you for sharing your memories. Your tale rather echoes the experiences of the Diggers. Just goes to show that there is nothing new under the sun.Borkimanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09334367163579800571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23031744.post-20724393993795951222007-09-01T16:16:00.000+01:002007-09-01T16:16:00.000+01:00During the summer of love, in 1967, I was in Surre...During the summer of love, in 1967, I was in Surrey. I was staying at Merstham with some friends, and one afternoon in that Summer of Love I went for a countercultural walk in Surrey. Extract from my diary for 8 Aug 1967:<BR/><BR/>"After lunch I went out and dug up some potatoes for dinner. It is good to see them appearing out of the dark soil. English soil is different from ours. The stones they have are all smooth and rounded, pebbles, they call them, and they all have this even shape, like blood corpuscles, almost, unless they are broken. When<BR/>they are broken they look purple inside.<BR/><BR/>John's friend Wendy came again, bringing with her a French girl who<BR/>was quite pretty. At about 4:00 I went for a walk to take photos of<BR/>trains. At the bottom of Church Hill, on the other side of Brighton<BR/>Road, there is a cemetery, and I went in there to see if I could<BR/>get a good view of the railway line. The view wasn't so good, so I<BR/>went out again, and walked down the road once more towards the<BR/>village, and saw that there was a horse field there too, with two<BR/>horses in it, and stopped as I was walking down to stroke one of<BR/>them, them, the bigger of the two, whose face was covered with<BR/>flies. In England too, it seems, summer brings out the flies, and<BR/>in winter there are very few of them. I walked on further and there<BR/>were two policemen standing on the corner of the road opposite Gatton Bottom. I turned up it, to see if I culd get a better view of the trains from there, and the cops followed me, and stopped me as I was crossing over the bridge over the first railway line, which had a 5-ton weight limit. They wanted to know where I was making for. I said I was just going for a walk. Then they wanted to know where I was staying. Church Hill, I told them. Where. Church Hill House. Which side of the road is that, they asked. The right-hand side going up. How far up? About 100 yards. they obviously wanted to see if I was lying. You don't live here,<BR/>where's your home? South Africa, I told them. Then one of them asked if I took photographs. Obviously their colleague who was in the Merchant Navy has been talking about me, so I told them what sort of camera I had."<BR/><BR/>I had come from Vorster's South Africa, and we thought <I>that</I> was a police state, but it had nothing on Surrey!Steve Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11283123400540587033noreply@blogger.com