Dorking to Kingston (Cromwell Road Bus Station)
Thursday October 25th 2012
A shameful preamble – I decide to come clean rather than lie. So fixated were we to get to Dorking Station (50 minutes from Waterloo and a ticket under £3) that we failed to check the exact start of the route and assumed, like dorks, that the 465 would of course be waiting on the station forecourt. When we found the stop it said: for buses to Kingston please use Stop A. Some bemused taxi drivers, having watched us get off a London train, then watched us leave the station where they indicated the stop was. Unfortunately this involved crossing the six lanes of the A24. Jo had researched the bus as going every 12 minutes so we were a bit surprised to find only 2 an hour at this time of day. Yes, this means we had looked at the timetable and STILL failed to recognise that this was NOT the start of the route. Then to our consternation we saw a red (‘red is right’) bus turn into the station.’He’s using it to turn round,’ said Jo. NO. This was the point we realised that Dorking Station is in fact some SIX stops from the start of the route but by this time it was too late to walk into Dorking and do things properly. We had been joined at the stop by a woman, with whom we could confirm she was just in time for the next bus. ‘You have to get out of Dorking sometimes’ she said, using the pretext of shopping for upcoming birthdays, and like us she rode this route all the way into Kingston. She explained the route had recently been taken over by another company, who had provided passengers with new vehicles rather than the previous bone-shakers.
So there you have it: all we saw of Dorking was the station
forecourt, and rather as people say that someone is ‘two sandwiches short of a
picnic,’ this entry is six stops short of completion.
The first stretch goes fast along the generously wide A24
with the North Downs gently bosoming to our right. At the Pixham Lane
roundabout we spotted two metallic cyclists which we guessed (correctly) had
been added for the Olympics as one of the road races had taken place at nearby
Box Hill. In fact this roundabout was our signal to turn off the busy road onto
the old London road, which crosses the River Mole at Burford Bridge close to
the National Trust area. There is lots
to enjoy round here and several walks on offer
in this area which has been enjoyed since Jane Austen's day.
It is possible to take a car to the top but the bus wriggles
round the bottom of the hill along the aptly named Zig Zag Road past some well
appointed homes (Jane Austen is
‘catching’ I’m afraid) and the Juniper Hall Field Centre.
As the lane narrows further the 465 comes into Mickleham –
the simple church looked quite old, and in fact there are some Saxon elements
amongst the Norman bits and 1842 improvements. As you might wish, the pub
opposite is equally picturesque. After the detour through this Surrey village
the bus route rejoins the more robust A24 continuing along what must be the
Mole valley as we ran both alongside and across the river more than once. Mole Valley
Many of the recent references on the web are to the floods
which took place in June 2012, though I am not sure this immediate
neighbourhood was affected. The National Trust has another property, this time
a house with garden, which is signposted from near here.
Once back on the A24 speed picked up and with few bus stops
we made swift progress along to Leatherhead, rapid transit making photography
difficult. The bus got progressively busier from this point picking up
passengers having done or intent on doing their shopping later on. The bus takes a little detour to the station
(through which we had already passed on our way down) and Leatherhead has its
rather fine Town Hall standing proud on a hill, and the Pumping Station which
could surely stand in for a Nazi HQ in some (budget) war-time film?
Once through town there were few halts or requests for
stopping so once we reached Leatherhead Golf Club the driver paused for a
while, presumably so that he did not get ahead of schedule. This gave us a
chance to appreciate some autumn foliage.
By this time we had crossed the M25 and had also arrived in
Kingston borough. Then came more leafy stretches – not exactly wild countryside
but pleasantly green and soothing. The spell was only just broken by our
arrival at Chessington World of Adventure, more easily reached by the Number 71.
This stretch of road is also memorable (or not memorable depending on your
point of view) for the extent of the modern business units which are a little
set back from the road, but which happily still look fully occupied. We were
last here over 2½ years ago and much has changed economically.
We rather liked the ‘Shy Horse’ at Chessington, and then
later spotted the more usual ‘North Star’ at Hook. The Hook Road crossing is
unlovely, though the 465 takes a less travelled route through Surbiton: as a
small bus it is able to go down Surbiton High Street, which today seemed very
busy. We stopped by the ‘Surbiton Flyer’ pub, whose continued existence is
presumably guaranteed by having a position both on the High Street and close to
the station as its sign implies. The
‘Thomas the Tank Engine’ colours are a far cry from South West trains but I
expect the sign painter was allowed some artistic licence. Surbiton Station
itself is Grade II listed and had surely been re-whitewashed since we were last
here, today looking gleaming and pristine?
The run into Kingston is quite familiar and I had already
put down my pen when I realised we had deviated off the Kingston University
approach and taken the older riverside and High Street approach into central
Kingston, one of the few buses to do so. This approach crosses the Hogsmill
River over the lovely old Clattern Bridge just before it joins the Thames (the
Mole doing so closer to Hampton Court), and the 465 disgorges most of its
passengers close the Shopping Centre – we wished our Dorking acquaintance good
luck with her grandparental shopping and passed on more slowly, seeing on the
way ‘Bo Concept’ which I took to be a trendy bar but was told is high concept
Danish design furniture. A mere bus station may come as something of an
anti-climax after that but not the lovely Cromwell Road, where we has an
altogether reasonable wait for our key bus.
The Lades said: but the bus wriggles round the bottom of the hill along the aptly named Zig Zag Road past some well appointed homes
ReplyDeleteIn fact the bus is wriggling along (old) London Road. There is a Zig Zag Road bus stop at the point where that aptly named road leaves the bus route and cars and walkers can follow it to the top of Box Hill.
You can, I understand, get to the top by bus too. The 516 Dorking-Epsom goes round the back hourly but since it is a Surrey but not a TfL one it will never appear here.