August 3rd – Spinning up the canal towards Chasewater, I noticed these signs have very recently been put up around the Wharf Lane Bridge area next to the canal, south of Anglesey Wharf, and also around the sandy area adjacent where local kids have made their own BMX track, which they confusingly call ‘The Sandhills’ – which isn’t to be confused with the area of the same name near Shire Oak.
The land was seemingly orphaned by the M6 Toll being built, and local youths have claimed it for their own.
I really am puzzled as to why all of a sudden Lichfield Council is asserting ownership.
May 4th – I’ve noticed over the ;past few days that engineers have been examining a lot of local roads since the cold, wet winter left many in a parlous state.
Walsall Council on the whole have been very good at dealing with damage, but more can always be done. Here in Darlaston on a number of streets – but most noticeably Station Street and Darlaston Road – technicians have taken periodic core samples to see how thick the road surges is and what it’s composed of.
This helps with resurfacing, and knowing how much to plane away before laying new tarmac.
When the sample is taken, the perfectly round hole left is filled, leaving this curious scar.
Looks like we’ll be getting some better road surfaces in Darlo soon, then…
April 10th – My respect and thanks are due to Walsall Council, who in very short time indeed have assessed the weather decay of parts of Green Lane between Walsalll Wood and Shelfield, and resurfaced completely a couple of stretches.
The bit here, resurfaced during the day whilst I was at work, was bloody awful on a bike. It’s way better now.
December 10th – I continued from Chasewater up around Engine Lane and down to old railway trail to the old cement works bridge overlooking the council depot, where gritters and ploughs were coming and going in a constant stream.
There was a lot of angst on social media about grit, road treatment and ploughing, and as ever, I felt particularly for the poor folk doing this hard, almost thankless task.
Elsewhere, the swans weren’t bother by the cold from what I could tell, and Morris seemed happy with his new white mantel.
Temperatures were dropping as it got dark and it would be interesting to see what happened next day as the freeze deepened.
November 8th – And further on, at the top end of Victoria Park, the trees look absolutely beautify now they’re shedding their leaves. Riding up around the park, it was good to see the guys from the council tidying and sprucing up the war memorial for Remembrance Sunday.
The day in prospect was making me heavy-hearted but with such a lovely start, it couldn’t be a bad day on the whole.
August 25th – The morning following another late night of a different kind, and a little fragile, I’d lost contact with online events the night before. I returned in the early hours to find online outrage about travellers having encamped at Oak Park.
Passing the site that morning, the unauthorised encampment was large, and I understood the community shock and outrage.
Thankfully, the authorities acted quickly and they were gone again that evening in the continual game of arrive and evict that’s been plaguing the authority this year.