Post by mrgrotey on Aug 8, 2008 12:14:57 GMT 1
Right guys Ive mapped out the local areas that were mentioned/visited in Well's book. that we should/could visit for the matt video.
Im bringing my tomtom satnav so all these places can be plugged in and done as a route to make it easier to get through them all.
Amazingly they all lie between the campsite and horsell common! amazing really.
Here's the image and thte descriptions/passages in the book
Ottershaw – wells met Ogilvy before first landing
Shepperton Lock. – Well hid under boiling water while 4 tripods mullered everything, first tripod/martian casualty. (B1 Ch12)
Tripod Sculpture – where the tripod sculpture is, duh!
Maybury Hill and Old Woking Road - Except the lodge at the Orphanage, which was still on fire, none of the houses had suffered very greatly here. The Heat-Ray had shaved the chimney tops and passed. Yet, save ourselves, there did not seem to be a living soul on Maybury Hill. The majority of the inhabitants had escaped, I suppose, by way of the Old Woking road--the road I had taken when I drove to Leatherhead--or they had hidden.
Chertsey – (whilst well was at/near shepperton lock) Then, advancing obliquely towards us, came a fifth. Their armoured bodies glittered in the sun as they swept swiftly forward upon the guns, growing rapidly larger as they drew nearer. One on the extreme left, the remotest that is, flourished a huge case high in the air, and the ghostly, terrible Heat-Ray I had already seen on Friday night smote towards Chertsey, and struck the town.
Horsell Common – 1st cylinder site and general sand-pittery
Adelstone Golf Club – 2nd cylinder site
Pyrford – 3rd cylinder site
Campsite - Where the scifishock crew got pissed
Byfleet - Byfleet was in a tumult; people packing, and a score of hussars, some of them dismounted, some on horseback, were hunting them about. Three or four black government waggons, with crosses in white circles, and an old omnibus, among other vehicles, were being loaded in the village street. There were scores of people, most of them sufficiently sabbatical to have assumed their best clothes. The soldiers were having the greatest difficulty in making them realise the gravity of their position. We saw one shrivelled old fellow with a huge box and a score or more of flower pots containing orchids, angrily expostulating with the corporal who would leave them behind. I stopped and gripped his arm.
There were lots more but they are all miiiiiiiles away
Im bringing my tomtom satnav so all these places can be plugged in and done as a route to make it easier to get through them all.
Amazingly they all lie between the campsite and horsell common! amazing really.
Here's the image and thte descriptions/passages in the book
Ottershaw – wells met Ogilvy before first landing
Shepperton Lock. – Well hid under boiling water while 4 tripods mullered everything, first tripod/martian casualty. (B1 Ch12)
Tripod Sculpture – where the tripod sculpture is, duh!
Maybury Hill and Old Woking Road - Except the lodge at the Orphanage, which was still on fire, none of the houses had suffered very greatly here. The Heat-Ray had shaved the chimney tops and passed. Yet, save ourselves, there did not seem to be a living soul on Maybury Hill. The majority of the inhabitants had escaped, I suppose, by way of the Old Woking road--the road I had taken when I drove to Leatherhead--or they had hidden.
Chertsey – (whilst well was at/near shepperton lock) Then, advancing obliquely towards us, came a fifth. Their armoured bodies glittered in the sun as they swept swiftly forward upon the guns, growing rapidly larger as they drew nearer. One on the extreme left, the remotest that is, flourished a huge case high in the air, and the ghostly, terrible Heat-Ray I had already seen on Friday night smote towards Chertsey, and struck the town.
Horsell Common – 1st cylinder site and general sand-pittery
Adelstone Golf Club – 2nd cylinder site
Pyrford – 3rd cylinder site
Campsite - Where the scifishock crew got pissed
Byfleet - Byfleet was in a tumult; people packing, and a score of hussars, some of them dismounted, some on horseback, were hunting them about. Three or four black government waggons, with crosses in white circles, and an old omnibus, among other vehicles, were being loaded in the village street. There were scores of people, most of them sufficiently sabbatical to have assumed their best clothes. The soldiers were having the greatest difficulty in making them realise the gravity of their position. We saw one shrivelled old fellow with a huge box and a score or more of flower pots containing orchids, angrily expostulating with the corporal who would leave them behind. I stopped and gripped his arm.
There were lots more but they are all miiiiiiiles away
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