It’s certainly easier to pull down a swimming pool than it is to agree to build a new one. Here’s hoping that the vigour in bulldozing the old pool at Clap’ham Manor Street can be met with the same zeal, once construction work commences on Future Clap’ham.
I shall miss Clap’ham Manor. There remains some unique character about the old building, even it its last death throws. It’s breaks my heart to look back at images of the lovely old pool.
Here be the old reception area, the scene on my 7am smiles (and slight flirtations) with the lovely GLL receptionist staff. If you find a fiver lost underneath all the rubble, um, it’s mine.
Judging by the speed of the destruction, it can’t be long until the main pool is plundered next. Here’s hoping they haven’t forgotten to pull the plug.
After all the pessimism coming out my little patch of South London over the past seven days, how fantastic to finish on a high. Sunday afternoon saw me suited and booted as I cycled the short distance to Clapham Trinity Church, and the Civic Ceremony for the lovely @mayoroflambeth.
The service was a celebration of the civic duty of Mr Mayor, as well as the opportunity to raise the profile of the various charities that he has supported over the past nine months of public office.
It takes something quite special to get me into a church these days. Having seen how Mr Mayor has represented the borough so proudly, an hour or so spent sitting in the SW4 pews was the least I could do.
I wasn’t alone in wanting to honour such fine civic duty. Mayoral representation from almost every other London borough had gathered in Clapham, to pay tribute the work of Mr Mayor in Lambeth.
I tweeted “What is the collective noun for a gathering of Mayors?” Three replies of “a chain” came back to me, just as I somehow managed to blag my way into the church crècherobing chamber to mingle amongst all the fake mink fur.
Mr Mayor shook my hand (white gloves! *pristine* white gloves!) and very kindly agreed to my door-stopping request for a brief @audioboo.
We rightly touched upon the fine parallel work of @LamYouthMayor, an initiative that bodes well for democracy in Lambeth over the coming years. It is no coincidence that Lambeth’s Youth Mayor, Samueal Manley, has been such an equal success to his civic elder. Aiming high is infectious.
I took up my place in the pews, and by a strange twist of fate, was joined by the good Councillor Rachael Heywood, the Cabinet Member for Culture (leisure) and Communities, sitting right next to me.
Aye aye. Tempting, but now wasn’t the time.
Mr Mayor made his grand entrance with the Mayoral procession, and I tried to remember the words to some long lost hymns from Sunday school. Even for a non-believer, the service was rather uplifting. The emphasis was on charity, with speakers from all of the main organisations that Mr Mayor has campaigned for, being given the opportunity to speak.
Clapham Trinity Hospice, Clapham Youth Services and Lambeth Women’s Aid have all worked incredibly close with Mr Mayor throughout the past nine months. The main sermon reflected this, with the message of charity as a vehicle for change passed on.
Time for a *proper* tune and an uplifting solo performance from a fine young lady within Lambeth. This was followed by a reading from @cllrstevereed. It would have been interesting if the roles had been reversed, but I don’t think the occasion suited such humour.
With work commitments back at base beckoning, I slipped out of the back door, having unfortunately missed @CllrMarkBennett‘s reading. Our friends from the Lambeth Labour cabinet were singing Jerusalem, in hopefully an attempt to reclaim the Socialist anthem back from the playing fields of the public schools.
With Mr Mayor still having three months remaining of his year of civic duty, I can’t but help think that the incumbent chain rattler has something of a hard act to follow. @mayoroflambeth has been truly unique during his year in office.
It’s not just the use of social media to help spread his message that has impressed. This has been a genuinely inclusive period of office, and one that has greatly helped to raise the profile of the many charitable and campaigning groups around Lambeth.
Many thanks Mr Mayor. Good luck in his transition back to Councillor status. Here’s hoping that the civic optimism can continue in the cut and thrust of proper local politics.
After all the talk over swimming (or lack of it) in Clap’ham, Brixton and St Reatham over the past few weeks around these parts, it all comes back to a picture painting a thousand words. I think.
I greatly appreciated getting the go ahead by the lovely GLL manager at SW4 to carry out a ghost photo shoot at the closed Clap’ham pool. With the bulldozers moving in next month, this would be my final time at Clap’ham Manor.
It didn’t feel emotional, just strangely surreal. With the water still in the pool (waiting for Thames Water to assist with the drainage,) and with the two charming recpetionists still at their stations (telling customers that Clap’ham is closed,) – not much had changed.
I spent an enjoyable half hour with one of the lifeguards, lamenting happier times down at Clap’ham, and looking ahead to an uncertain future. New postings within the GLL family of pools are currently being waited upon by the staff. Pity the poor sods that get Brixton.
The photographs themselves were another opportunity to try out the still undecided upon Nikon D3000. I felt confident during the shoot and in control of what I was capturing. Back at base and it was a different story. The images below have been Photoshopped to the extreme, leaving a great sense of let down.
Which rather sums up Lambeth Labour’s pledge to Keep Clap’ham Swimming.
And so with Tesco in control of leisure in Streatham, and Cathedral Group calling the shots in Clap’ham, I was keen to find out what the pay off is for the private company in SW4.
I asked Councillor Haselden what the benefit is for Cathedral Group in the whole Future Clap’ham project. The answer of: “When they sell their posh flats on top of the High Street” tells you all you need know about the priorities of Lambeth Labour – selling off valued council land to the high end of the private sector.
We also touched on the Keep Clap’ham Swimming election manifesto that returned three Labour councillors in the Clap’ham Town ward back in 2006. Councillor Haselden confirmed that this is an election pledge that Lambeth Labour plans to stick with at the next set of local elections in May of this year. Ultimately it will be the fine people of Lambeth who will pass judgement on this promise.
The good Councillor expressed that he was “alarmed by my conclusion” that Lambeth Labour has lost control of leisure in the borough. I stand by this assertion. The “slight hiccup” of only having two hours in the morning when a pool is open in Lambeth would seem to favour my observations.
But yes – it was very decent of Councillor Haselden to argue his cause, and I am more than happy to provide a platform on m’blog for an elected official to explain the current situation. Plus also a big heads up for the ever-wonderful @mayoroflambeth for pulling the strings behind the scenes, and setting up the interview.
Having just been told by a @lambeth_councilelected official that the leisure policy of the Labour led administration is a “success story” (more to follow…) I returned back to my SW8 base to find a great comment from an ex-Lambeth leisure user.
David’s experience of the mismanagement of leisure in the Rotten Borough mirrors the experience of most users that I have spoken with since the Lambeth leisure meltdown. I felt the comment needed more of a public platform, and so I have published it in full as a separate post.
“Leisure will be a major issue at the 2010 local elections,” as the good Councillor Haselden told me this morning.
Too bloody right.
“So angry and frustrated! I’m Andrew’s swimming housemate who after 14 years of pleasure and misery using Lambeth pools, has finally given up. It’s too early to say how successful the membership move to Nuffield and the Queen Mother will be, but my first visit was a success with reasonable room in the pool and organised system and friendly staff (not that the staff at Clapham and Brixton were not friendly,) and great promise as well as hot water and lots of it in the showers and keys in the lockers.
I never really went back to Brixton much after the last upgrade and changing room debacle, preferring to stay at the decaying Clapham. It is so galling that everything closes at the same time, and at a time that swimming is supposedly being encouraged.
I knew that the 8 weeks upgrade (yeah right that will really happen on time) followed by severe overcrowding would be a miserable and stressful experience for me instead of relaxing and health promoting. I am so glad I am not putting myself through it.
Surely closing all the pools and sports centres with the resulting lack of provision and overcrowding is also a stupid idea at the beginning of the year when many people take on new membership. Trying to to get a regular swim in Lambeth at a regular time has for many years been made as difficult as possible. Women only swims and private lessons in peak times amongst other things have left pathetic lanes which are too narrow to pass in.
I’ve given up on the feedback sessions and customer suggestion forms which were ignored. I was ashamed I didn’t go to the last Clapham meeting to tell the council organisers what I thought of their organisation, but it just didn’t seem worth my while to waste more of my time. All I can say is I’m glad I finally jumped ship, come on in the waters fine. Good luck to you onion blog and my fellow Lambeth swimmers.”
Farewell Clap’ham Manor – you’ll be sadly missed. Thanks for the memories…
The occasion when I left my bicycle unlocked outside SW4. It may have been 7am midwinter, but it still didn’t stop a lovely staff member from tracking me down in the pool to alert me. I was all set for a drip-dry excursion out into the South London cold. No worries – the lovely staff member had already wheeled the Moulton into reception.
The ease of access for the early morning swims. The process started off with the handing over of my Swim London membership card and a receipt being handed out. This soon became a quick flash of the card, and then a “good morning, no ID required,” and then finally an eyebrow raise at the lovely receptionist as I wondered in each morning. These things matter. Arriving adrenalin fuelled and anticipating a swim is no fun at Brixton. You spend half your morning stuck in a queue.
The Clap’ham Whistler is as engaging as he is irritating. A different tune for every day, all of them sounding bonkers. It’s quite funny to observe a middle-aged man whistle as he strips down to his birthday suit. The joke wears slightly thin when the whistling continues in the showers. It’s bloody annoying when you can still hear it underwater as you put the lengths in. Still, it sure beats the Radio Nonsense breakfast show twaddle that most leisure centres insist on pumping out early morning.
The mid-morning aqua-aerobics club had an audible level all of their own. They were the aquatic version of Les Dawson’s Rolly Polly dance troupe. The water level rose a couple of inches as the big-boned ladies of SW4 entered the waters of Clap’ham. I never knew that mid 90′s techno with a Motown twist was a crowd favourite of the Darby and Joan aqua-aerobic crowd. I soon learnt more about the science of underwater sound travel. Swimming a length submerged blocked out the bloody racket.
Swimming may be off the 2012 agenda in SW4, but I have high hopes of maintaining the Clap’ham Shower Dash. Three working showers in the Gents, operating as a living re-enactment of the Two Ronnies social class sketch. There’s the high power, the medium power and the drizzle. I knew my place. All was well if you were alone in the Gents. Add in extra male company and the the starting pistol for the Clap’ham Shower Dash is fired as you scramble for the high power shower.
Never mind the length, feel the thickness? Nah. There was something unique and liberating about the lovely 33-yard stretch of a Clap’ham length. The standard 25m of the modern day pool is barely a kick off the side of the pool before you need to touch down again. 50m can be testing. 33 yards seemed to fit in with the classic, solid design of Clap’ham Manor.
And so how I shall miss the old girl. The pool wasn’t perfect, but it was functioning. All I ask of an early morning recreational workout is somewhere to swim, and somewhere to shower. Clap’ham offered both of these, and much more as well. I wouldn’t have had my guttering unblocked (steady) if it hadn’t been for a chance encounter (and conversation) with old Bill in the showers. No money changed hands, and old Bill extended out his huge ladder to help ease my blocked up woes.
Farewell Clap’ham Manor Street, and many, many thanks to the community of early morning swimmers that have made the start to my day so memorable over the years.
I have always found Clap’ham Common to have a sense of wonder and magic about it. The vast, open space in South London can’t compete with the intricate beauty of Brockwell Park; but then as the name suggests, Brockwell is a purpose built park, the Common is is a plain old patch of land.
Clap’ham Common has always held most intrigue during the balmy midsummer months. An evening stroll through SW4, just as the sun is setting, is truly one of the wonders of South London. It is here where the locals come out to play, drink and do all the other things that Clap’ham Common is notorious for.
I’ve never really thought of Clap’ham Common holding any wonder during the winter months. That was until I noticed at the weekend that the boating pond was frozen over. Wow! Not just a slight covering of ice in the centre, but a thick slab of white, from one end to the other.
I was running around the Common at the time, and so didn’t have my camera to capture the moment. Work conspired against me on Monday to make a return visit, and then by Tuesday, I presumed the moment had been lost.
How wrong I was. Thank heavens for taking the time to pack my SLR whilst out on a Brixton / Clap’ham / Stockwell run of errands over Tuesday lunchtime. I arrived along the South Side of the Common, with snow still stretching along to Long Road, and a substantial layer of ice covering the boating pond.
Time to start shooting.
There wasn’t much other activity taking place. That’s part of the magic of Clap’ham Common – an area so vast that you can always guarantee to find your own personal space. A couple were canoodling on a nearby bench; a BMX kid pondered an icy ride across the pond. I hovered with my SLR, waiting to catch that glorious moment when the ice would finally give way.
Common sense saw the better of the BMX ice Common rider. I shot a few more frames, and then took in the wonder of a frozen SW4 pond, something that I haven’t witnessed in fifteen years of living in the area.
