The H2 Route

Thursday 16 May 2013

The 'H' routes go in clumps, and we began, as you might expect, with the low numbers, which are based at Golders Green Station and its recently beautified bus station.  What, you may ask, about the H1?  Well, despite not being numbered in the 600s, it is a school bus, going to and from Henrietta Barnett School,  Our second bus driver of the day did indeed ask us, and when we explained our aversion to school buses, said, with what we thought was a slight shudder,  'you should try it in the afternoon'.

So our H buses begin with the H2, a gentle circular route around some of the richer areas of North London.  This was a very small bus, of the kind with one door, and an Oyster reader made almost inaccessible by the opening of the door.

We turned out of the little side area of the bus station at 11.15. The War Memorial on its island has the four words 'Loyalty, Justice, Honour and Courage' around its top, all words worth fighting for, if only one could be sure of the 'justice' one.

 We noticed that Golders Green had become less prosperous, judging by the number of charity shops, and the closure of some others, such as the ice cream place. We noticed JAMI, which is a charity dealing with mental health issues in the Jewish community, a reminder of the predominant ethnicity of the area, as well as the other more common charity shops.

Turning up Hoop Lane, we passed the crematorium and the various graveyards which line both sides of the road, before entering an area of residential streets.  We were heading into Hampstead Garden Suburb.

The area is very pretty, or course, and green:  we thought perhaps residents had to have hedges rather than fences or walls, but I have not been able to confirm this.  What is clearly the case is that Henrietta Barnett's vision, that people of all social classes should live together, is long gone.  These are the homes of the very wealthy, who get to enjoy the wide roads and green spaces, as well as the substantial gardens.  We saw a number of striking wisterias, as well as lilacs just at their best, and some acers and azaleas as good as anything at Kew.

We are not sure what Ms Barnett intended about shopping:  perhaps cheeky errand boys on bicycles;  but there are no shops here, and few people took advantage of the Hail and Ride of our bus.  The first sign of commercial activity came when we turned into Falloden Way and had a brief stretch of main road and shops, before turning back into  Bishop's Avenue and more enormous houses.

Some were clearly not good enough for their current owners, as we saw a considerable amount of building work going on.  In Willifield Way, there is a plaque to mark where the composer, Eric Coates lived, though it is not an English Heritage plaque (he has one of those in Selsey)  Here's a bit of the London Suite for you.  We also glimpsed another blue plaque as we turned along Meadway, but I have not been able to pin it down.

Soon we were back along Hoop lane and passing the church of St Edward the Confessor, with the chequered stonework at the top of its tower




This brought us back along Hoop Lane to return to the Bus Station at 11.40: a pleasant little ride for a warm day when, if we had not known better, we might have thought that Spring had finally arrived.

The G1 Route

Wednesday 8 May 2013

This looks, doesn't it, as if we were about to embark on a sequence of 'G' Routes, taking us, perhaps to Guildford, or Godalming, or Gospel Oak or Green Lanes, or somewhere.  But no!  The 'G' stands for St George's Hospital, and, while there used to be a G2 as well, this is now the only 'G' Route. It goes from nearly Battersea to beyond Streatham, and takes 95 minutes to do it.

Mary and I (Linda being at work) met at Clapham Junction, by the miracle which is the London Overground, which had brought us from different directions, and we walked along to the Shaftesbury Estate, arriving in time for a bus predicted for 9.39.  Alas! no bus appeared until 10.20, so there was time for convivial chat with the people at the bus stop.

 When at last the bus (single decker, single door) set off, we collected more passengers as we passed through the charming terraces of the estate, deliberately designed to provide variety with uniformity.  By the time we reached Lavender Hill and its oppressive police station, there was standing room only.


Several bus stops were closed s we headed towards the Falcon Pub, and turned left into Northcote Road.  This is such a posh area now that we had barely time to record all the smart shops:  a Waitrose, certainly, and a Jamie Oliver, but also a Neale's Yard Remedies shop and a couple of Peppermint furniture places.  And of course, the provision for what is, after all Nappy Valley: a Jo Jo Maman Baby, a Petit Bateau.... enough!

Many of the houses had their lovely tiling intact in the porches, but the speed and size of the bus and the less than clean windows meant that even Mary could not provide a clear photo.  A turn right along The Avenue, brought us to the Common, and the handsome conveniences opposite Clapham South Station.

We were heading along the appalling Cycling Superhighway 7, a few blobs of blue paint, interspersed with parked cars, supposedly providing a trunk route into central London.  But the lovely houses and the striking cherry blossom made up for CS7, and we were soon alongside Wandsworth Common, and past more remarkable shops and restaurants, including Chez Bruce, which Mary says is well worth a visit.

Then we went through some gates into the grounds of Springfield Hospital, to loop round and re-emerge past the golf course.  We came to Burntwood School, which seems to be having massive building work done, and then we turned into St George's Grove, and came to a substantial area of new apartments, including Horton Halls, which are home to students at St George's.  A number of young people got on, and rode with us past Streatham Cemetery and the almshouses opposite, before getting off at St George's Hospital.  We admired the planting around the hospital, the combination of wallflowers and tulips giving an almost 'Olympic Park' density of colour.

Coming out the other side of the hospital grounds, we came into Tooting passing The Joint, which offers 'artisan burgers'.  I don't quite know what that means, so here is a review.  There was also a Bulgarian Breakfast Bar, as well as South Thames College, perched on top of Sainsbury's.  Through this busy area, CS7 is narrower than the handlebars on my bicycle, so not very useful, then.

Soon we were passing Edward VII as he stands outside Tooting Broadway Station; until the recent 150th anniversary of the Underground, this must be the closest any royal has ever been to the tube.

As we turned into Mitcham Road, we were into an area of pound shops and pawnbrokers, in contrast to the shops of a few miles back.

Our next Common of the common-filled trip was Tooting Bec, and we were once again among large houses. before coming into Streatham and to St Leonard's Church, where so many buses pause.  Then we were along Streatham Green, with the handsome Dyce Water Fountain. We came past the building site which will soon be Streatham's new Leisure Centre, as well as the HQ of Lambeth Social Services, and alongside Streatham Common, to reach the end of the route in Hermitage Lane, pretty well into Norbury, at 11.35.

This had been a lovely journey, our driving wiggling skilfully and politely through residential streets solid with parked cars, returning to mainer roads from time to time.  It linked the various villages of South West London, which I had always thought of as separate entities, and I am not surprised that it is Alice's favourite bus.

Route Random Wapping

Sunday April 28^th 2013

The observant amongst you will note that the heading relates to no known bus and Sunday is not usually a day we choose to go travelling…

However, there we were, boarding and re-boarding an elderly and number-less double decker red bus and sidling along Wapping High Street and Wapping Lane, routes more officially assigned to the single decker Numbers 100 and D3. What was going on?

The folk/staff at the London Councils, who had organised some publicity for us back on Route 381, wanted to make a little film about the eligibility for and benefits of the Freedom Pass, and had recruited, alongside a group of extras, the Ladies Who Bus to take part. 

So at the unearthly hour (I am not a morning person, as they say) of 8AM we, alongside some sprightly dancers, assembled at Tower Bridge Studios.

While the dancers went off to perform and record the Bus Stop Zumba (don’t ask, we never really saw what they were up to) Mary, Jo and Linda had some light make-up applied. Amie too was a volunteer for the day and kindly stuck around to retouch her handiwork after we had spoilt it by eating lunch and drinking tea. Amie, we learned, combines make-up with her other career as an illustrator, but most interestingly she does the make-up for the Madam Tussauds waxworks, both UK models and overseas ones too. As you might expect, she works from very high-resolution good quality photographs in order to reproduce the flesh tones of David Cameron et al. However if you want a glimpse of her artwork do look here.. We were very grateful to her for covering our flaws but not making it look artificial.

Once the Zumboids returned, somewhat chilled and in need of coffee, we set off down Wapping Lane so that we could be filmed waving from the back top deck of the bus; this shot was to be enhanced further by opening the window, and leaning out but sun reflection problems for the camera man put paid to that ‘vision’. The bus London Councils had hired was clearly an ‘older model’ and I think quite venerable – can you imagine the health and safety implications of having an outward opening upstairs back window on a bus without CCTV?

Having re-assembled the extras who were skilfully distributed throughout the bus as ‘passengers’ we were filmed doing what we normally do which is photographing the passing sights/sites both and making notes for later blogging. I suspect when all is edited together what we will be passing will be a series of ‘iconic’ London shots, though quite why this is necessary we are not sure as we are not a tourist service.

The places we passed in Wapping are a delight and everyone was very taken with the area. Whether the area was taken with us is another issue. Both Wapping High Street and Wapping Lane are very narrow, the one cobbled the other as you might expect curvy, and both served by two legitimate routes, which are small buses used to passing each other. When we were parked up, or moving very slowly to film they both had problems squeezing past, but much patience was displayed by the 100 and D3 drivers as well as by ‘our’ driver Eddie, who had to do conduct intricate reversing manoeuvres, much to the alarm/annoyance of some local residents.

Along the High Street is the 'Town of Ramsgate' Pub, close to Wapping Stairs, and the Pierhead houses. Whether you walk or ride along the narrow street, so tall are the blocks it is hard to imagine and impossible to see the river behind, so it is in the names such as Pierhead, or   Chandler Street (chandlers did and still do provide all those ropy hooky things for boats) that tell you it’s there.  Most of the warehouses have been very sympathetically converted with high loading bays now balconies. 

Jo had had occasion to visit the week earlier, having a family member doing well in the marathon. 30 years ago another relative ran the same stretch and was able to say how the former dereliction had been greatly improved. The area seems quite mixed also with some Tower Hamlets social housing and community centres down Wapping Lane and a sizeable congregation coming out of the Sunday service at St Peter’s C/E London Docks. As London churches go it is pretty new (built 1856 as an Anglican mission for the poor and just in time to bury the victims of the latest cholera outbreak) and its website enlightened me as to who Stanhope Wainwright might be as we later passed his Blue Plaque – a local one I think, commemorating a local priest who had worked for 50 years for his then very impoverished parish. 

St George’s are the company developing the old Fort  at Wapping , so called partly for its high dock walls and later for its defences against police and rioters. (Murdoch’s Sun and Times had all been here)  I suspect the resulting dwellings in the Tower block, whose planned height is still up for discussion, will be on the more expensive end of property prices.

Rather than doing yet more loops for filming purposes, our Random Route struck out for Shadwell and Whitechapel, even running into the Number 15 –one of the heritage routes. Our director wanted some ‘shots’ of the words ‘BUS LANE’ so we went way out past Cable Street, Tower Hamlets car pound and the beginning of Whitechapel’s rag trade stretch of road.  Once the requisite shots were ‘in the can’, or more likely digitally captured, we headed back to the studios to deliver the extras for their lunch after which most were free to go.

Meanwhile the three of us were filmed climbing the stairs, then boarding the bus and finally (in grand reverse order) beeping our Freedom Pass on the Oyster reader, except of course it neither beeped nor was an active reader. For reasons of technical fuzziness this last shot took longer than you might think so were pleased the others had left us more than enough sandwiches.

After lunch we returned for what was to be a brief chunk of filming on the bus with each of us saying one piece ‘to camera’ after a morning of pretending Will (the cameraman) wasn’t really there. Some people were better at this than others - I mention no names. The real drama was when a large lorry hailing from Scotland and transporting 'Udderbelly' to a venue came the other way to add to the minor bus jam we had already created on the curviest bend of the lane… After some negotiating and further skilful reversing from Eddie we managed to let the legitimate buses (and Mr Udderbelly) through. Eddie got us all safely back to base and was allowed to go. We had just some indoor shots of Jo ‘writing up the blog’, as it were, and a public information caption for the London Councils.

There was to be some location shooting on Monday, but this did not require any people or buses. We are not quite sure how long the editing of this film will take – it is intended to be 2 or 3-minutes long – but we promise to provide a link when it is complete. It is planned to launch it onto the London Councils website, Youtube and Twitter. 

We, as indeed all Freedom Pass holders should be, are very grateful to the London Councils for their administration of this scheme and the funding which allows us and so many of the elderly and less able to travel independently round London, and while we would normally avoid publicity, we do feel we owe London Councils  for their tireless support for (and defence of) the Freedom Pass.  

The EL2 Route

Ilford Railway Station to Dagenham Docks  

Wednesday  December 12^th 2012

We have walked the wrong way  just about every time we have been near Ilford – the place plays host to so many bus routes that they are generously scattered along its highways and byways (mainly a fierce ring road). Today, having slithered our way from frosty Hainault, we finished behind the High Street and started looking for Bus Stop P. With Q and R to hand you might have thought there would be a handy P but no. We then (my fault) found ourselves sidling along what was not intended as pavement as the cars and buses raced past on the ring road, and fell into Sainsbury’s. Still no bus stop as required but at least a sighting of both EL1 & 2 and we finally tracked them down opposite the almshouses  but known locally as the hospital chapel and the oldest building in Ilford/Redbridge.

From old to new we were about to board one of the East London Transit double deckers, introduced in 2010 (after we had set up our Project’s database aka the Master List) in order to improve services and provide speedier connections for the people living in the Thames Gateway areas. There is a rather strange US rather than UK ring to the term ‘transit’ but that’s as may be, we were very firmly in East London.

The 2 routes have quite a distinctive red and orange livery and they certainly run very frequently.  Off we set down Ilford Lane, where we noted most of the businesses were geared for the South Asian communities – very large and impressive fruit and vegetable displays, several specialist sari and wedding shops, two jewellers and inevitably a law firm specialising in immigration.  At this point a couple of primary school classes got on and distributed themselves both upstairs and downstairs chattering away in their twos.  Just as the EL2 gets to the Mosque on the corner of Victoria Road it crosses the very thin end of Loxford Water, a small lake in Barking Park which may well trickle on into the Thames, heading much the same way as us.

Barking announces itself by the Roundabout Art – fish nets with caught herring to remind passers by of its history Barking flourished as a fishing port from the 1400s until late Victorian times, with the Barking fishing fleet one of the most important in the country. The first Ice House to enable fish to be preserved was built in Barking in 1829.

As a special bus we were allowed on past the station and to take a route through   the High Street , which is largely pedestrianised, today boasting lamppost mounted Christmas decorations. In anticipation perhaps of the better links promised by the east London Transit scheme there is significant building in Barking Town Centre, including the intriguingly named Lemonade Building. There are plenty of views of the flats for sale/rent but no idea why the building has this name other than the rather citric colour scheme.

Leaving Barking behind we found the Ripple Road, where several previous routes had taken us, and remembered of course the impressively large and yellow brick Ripple Road Primary School.

Still that was all we were to see of Ripple Road this trip as were about to cross, quite quickly as it happens, the A13 and continue perceptibly down hill along the aptly named River Road.  Not only does it run parallel to Barking Creek but it crosses a few of the smaller tributaries that run into it, and of course gets down to The Thames.

But there was one more important place for us to call, namely along Bastable Way and the Thamesview Estate. That is not the most positive picture and East London Transit is one of many steps being taken to address the isolation – we noticed the school party getting out at the midway focal point of this estate and thought they must be heading into the Sue Bramley Centre, which offers a arrange of nursery and other activities.

There is more building at the far end of  the older Thamesview Estate where the EL1 terminates. Though we had not heard of Jerram Falkus they seem to be a well established building firm and had the contract to extend the range of housing here.

Leaving the EL1 and residential life behind the EL2 speeds on down to Dagenham passing both empty and desolate land on one side interspersed with storage and depot facilities. In the old days ships not inclined to pay their dues as far into the city as Docklands, could offload here and distribute by road or carrier. Apart from the Beckton Sewage works and the Power station there are the large and very impressive electricity pylons that you can see from well south of the river, Eddie Stobart has a depot here as do Hovis – a far cry from their 'pushing a bicycle up cobbled streets' image they like to portray. There also seemed to be several areas with barred access and more re-cycling facilities .

Really there are no bus stops along here, very little traffic so the bus can belt along until it rather surprisingly comes to rest under the A13 near Dagenham Dock station.

 We barely had time to explain our ‘mission’ to our driver when we leapt on the next departing EL2  to get us back to Thames view. A quick, as it should be with this scheme, and contrasting trip of old and new housing old and new industries. 

PS. Life has rather caught up with us so there may be a wait for our next routes...in the meantime there will be a random non-route, not on the bus maps.
Thanks to diamondgeezer for keeping the faith with us and keeping us up to date with transport developments.    

The EL1 Route

Wednesday 12 December 2012

This is the route that was called 369 when we began the project, but had vanished into the East London Transit incarnation by the time we got there.  So we were pleased to be able to make a quick dash in and out of Ilford, having done the 462.  We had taken the EL2 all the way to Dagenham Dock, and then told the rather baffled driver that we were going back to Ilford but needed to do it on the EL1 rather than on his bus.  Although, being a sensible chap, he was not entirely clear about this, he took us back to the Thames View Estate, whence we picked up the EL1, boarding at 12.30.  The driver told us that on these new buses the ‘not in service’ notice, which had concerned us as he rested, automatically changes to the destination on departure: ah, progress.

We had seen on the way down that the bus stops were due to be closed  ‘at the times specified below’ and our change of buses had enabled us to see that this was to be every night for a week for resurfacing.

We have to admit to being baffled that there should be two frequent double decker routes which repeat the journey from Thames View Estate to Ilford Station, though the EL2 does extend to Dagenham docks.  This is not a densely populated or highly commercial area.  Still, as you know, we feel that the more buses there are the better London is so hooray for the EL routes.

We waited by some great traffic slowing signs and hopped on with a number of other people, presumably heading for the shopping opportunities of Barking or Ilford.  We came past the Short Blue Pub, now very shuttered and derelict and indeed having suffered a couple of fires.   It actually closed in 2009 but was originally named for the Short Blue Fishing fleet which was based in Barking until it relocated on the East Coast in mid Victorian times.  Perhaps by the time you read this the proposed flats will have replaced it.

Next we passed the enormous Thames View Health Centre, and came up to the huge A 13.  We noted that the cycling Superhighway 3 goes along here, but mercifully on the pavement at this point (pic), not among the many lanes of fast traffic.

 Once we were over the main road, we rolled alongside Greatwood Park and to the massive Ripple Primary School.

 

This brought us into Barking with its fish sculpture on the roundabout, a reminder of  Barking’s past as a fishing town, and also the mosque.  

We were passing lots of lovely Indian dress and jewellery shops, but alas at too brisk a pace for decent photographs.  And then we were into Ilford, past rather a jolly preschool and Sainsbury’s, to pull up within a short walk of the station at 12.55.