A Sunday walk through Newport with Andy Podmore.
We meet at Noon outside the Vacara chip shop on Llanarth Street for a quick coffee and to get tied up,,,literally. Fifteen of us are bound together with orange and blue rope before we embark on our tour which requires us to step in a backward single file formation. Our walk quickly becomes a Spectacle and people passing by do a double take, look bemused, laugh, and one lady will later tell us we are ‘simple’…and I think she may have thrown a ‘ stupid’ in as well. Let’s just say, she wasn’t happy.
As we navigate our way backwards through space, time, and indeed, history, Andy tells us that the idea to walk backwards comes from a book by Spike Milligan he was given one Christmas by his parents. The rest of that Christmas, he and his brother spent doing everything backwards, thus ruining his parents YuleTide. It is in this manner that we learn of Newport’s mixed history, in no particular order I add ( as Andy has dropped his notes and not had time to put them back into the original order)…but the ‘new order’ is delivered in a totally comprehensive way, taking in philosophy, consequences of action, and trains of thought…and because of this we are shown that the reality of history does not materialise in the neat order of events that the custodians of history and the history books would have us believe for convenience sake, rather it is Chaotic ; events collide and clash and at points, seep into each-other.
( oh if only History could have been taught in this way at school and all teachers were like Andy Podmore ).
We navigate our way over used needles and broken glass and pause for some wonderful bananna bread (made by Ellen) in the old Sainsburys car park – aka Tarkovsky’s StalKer Zone- next to the river. The same car park we visited on the first NiA walk. The budlia and other wild vegetation which have pushed through the concrete parking areas have since been cut down and the ground looks set to become primed for another housing development to be crawled over by crepuscular ( lovely word ) moss like life forms, thus rendering the new builds victims of damp. Nice.
Our fantasies of a community garden will have to take seed somewhere else..
Onwards again, this time in a forward motion ( which feels oddly difficult after spending near on an hour travelling backwards ). ( Just a note on walking backwards… you walk slower therefore it slows your breathing down…..and you can see where you have been – Gotta be good for you ! rather than always heading front first into the unknown at great speed and forgetting where you have come from ).
We cross the UsK whose tide is escaping the Port at this time of day, over Clarence Bridge-that incidently bears some relation to the bridge in Rouen that straddles the Seine. Nice to think that we are somehow related to that fine city in Northern France made famous by Monet’s many paintings of the Cathedral.
Down the road that runs parallel with the river and into Rodney Parade. A game is about to start and a man appears from nowhere with a Huge glass of beer and disappears again. Our reason for coming down this road is to visit Coln Street, made famous by being published in The Argus, but more famously for its residents refusing to move under orders from the new development scheme. The residents won their case and the community of Coln Street kept their homes.
It is on this note that I will sign off. This happy note I add, because situations like that of Coln Street don’t always have a happy outcome. Not for the residents anyway.
The final word goes in the direction of Andy Podmore.
ThanK You Andy, for a WonderFuLL, thought provoking, fun day out inThe PorT.