On Friday, I had the pleasure(?) of catching the 192 to Hazel Grove in order to collect the remainder of the cat's prescription from the vets after work.As such, I was party to the usual puzzling conundrum: Why is it, when you actually want to go to Hazel Grove, there is never a 192 coming down the road that is actually doing the full route?
In fairness, I think I'd just missed one, but when you're standing at a bus stop waiting for a bus for a good fifteen minutes or so and three 192's to Stepping Hill Hospital go past, it does get annoying. Especially as it reminded me of all of those times last November when I was waiting at the same bus stop, trying to get to the hospital at night. When all of the 192's that came along were going to Hazel Grove, not the hospital.
Eventually, the welcome sight of a big yellow double decker bearing the legend 'Hazel Grove P&R' homed into view. Followed by another one. And another one... and another one.
As the gentleman who had just arrived at the bus stop put it: "Four of the fuckers at once."
I don't feel he meant it as a compliment.
The actual journey was quick and uneventful, which is so remarkable on both counts that it really does deserve to be set down on record.
And then there was the 45 minute walk home, in blazing heat, from the vets.
Both Hazel Grove and Offerton are ludicrously badly linked when it comes to buses. They are literally next to each other but there's no connecting bus. Similarly, there is no connecting bus between Hazel Grove and Bramhall to the other side of HG. On paper, HG seems well connected because the 192 (the Bee Network's busiest and most frequent bus route) runs through it. But it only runs through the centre, not the outskirts of what is not so much a village as a small town.
To provide a bit of local history here: Back in the 1800's, Hazel Grove was three separate villages: Bullock Smithy, which is now the centre of Hazel Grove, Norbury, which is now the bit of Hazel Grove that sits next to Bramhall, and Torkington, the bit that sits next to Offerton. You can see echoes of the three old names throughout the area. At some point, they were brought together as one large village under the name Hazel Grove, a name I've never discovered a satisfying or plausible origin story for. The name Hazel Grove is, alas, almost certainly the justification for the metal sculpture outside Sainsbury's at the border of Great Moor and Hazel Grove.
Because it was such a long walk, and I have a new mp3 player to break in, I had my headphones in for the duration. This served to remind me of how certain songs just really work when it comes to walking. In this case, weirdly, Nitan Sawhney's 'Days of Fire'. I found myself thinking about songs that really work in odd situations: Amy Winehouse's 'Rehab', for example, used to get played a lot in my old launderette in Heaton Moor, and is weirdly brilliant for shunting piles of washing around to. Similarly, on a very full on shift on a Saturday at the University Library, I discovered that Rachel Stevens' 'Some Girls' is fantastic for emptying a book sorter to. And then there is the oddly effective way that Carly Simons' 'Why?' works when you're pushing a supermarket trolley around the store.
I don't think anyone can actually write, or playlist, a song deliberately according to whether you are walking, washing, book sorting, or supermarket shopping. But I know when I've come up against bad choices: Both The Ting Tings 'That's Not My Name' and Kate Nash's 'Foundations' really, really don't work in supermarkets, for example. That said, the time the Co-Op in Heaton Moor played the Wednesday version of 'Paint It Black' followed by the old Addams Family TV theme tune around Halloween a few years ago probably remains unbeaten.
I arrived home sweaty and blistered, but with a strong sense of completion.
Photo of Vernon Park in Offerton by Matthew Waring on Unsplash