The NUMBER 37 Route

Peckham to Putney Heath (Green Man)

Thursday December 13 2018

I met Jo off her punctual Thameslink and we used Morrisons’ facilities before cutting through to Peckham Bus Station behind; this fortunately offered a waiting area generously provided with seats and shelter – a welcome contrast to last week’s hell hole that was North Finchley, which was unavoidable and where  the Number 13 stops.   

Hardly any wait and there we were off at 10.00.  Jo pointed out that the front left side seats are comfier than the right side ones which are above the driver – well you learn something every week.

Peckham of course has a well-established one way system and in order to escape West we looped the half of it until we were heading down two way Peckham High Street,** always slow because it’s narrow, congested and the site where many pedestrians practise their guerrilla tactics. One of the signs of gentrification is the presence of  John the Unicorn .  This apparently is an Antic Pub, a small chain who re-purpose large empty High Street buildings Not sure this one was as grandiose as those listed by the Londonist.

Somewhat to our surprise there was a change of drivers at Nigel Road.  Then it was left to go straight ahead passing Peckham Rye and the now slightly weather-worn totem pole, a fairly new addition on our first trip

To head towards the seasonal Goose Green – I say seasonal as we rode this route shortly before Christmas and legend has it that the poultry farmers used to walk their geese down to here for selling on – and that they provided them with little bootees to safeguard their irascible investments.

You would need to get off here if you wanted to explore Lordship Lane further as the 37 cuts across it to head towards Dulwich Village - an altogether staider experience. By now the bus was filling up nicely.

The imposing red brick Dulwich Hospital was already in decline on our last trip

So it was heartening to see some new resources arising, though of course they have kept the Tower.

The bus turns right at the village crossroads (the village feel is maintained by white finger posts and picket fences along the grassy strips) and opposite the Victorian North Dulwich Station more passengers boarded. Like the hospital this was another Charles Barry building – not surprising as he was the surveyor for the major local landowners Dulwich College and built much around here – fortunately the Estate is still rich enough to keep the buildings looking smart. Of course one of the downsides of living on Dulwich College lands is the lack of shops and transport – this route misses the village shops so essentially there has been little commerce since Peckham. There are also strict rules as to what you can do with your homes on Estates land.

Continuing along to Herne Hill we passed the Judith Kerr Free School which is certainly a new addition since we last passed this way – and a bilingual one at that: the author of When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit has given her name to a German school.  Another refurbishment is the large Half Moon Pub which is now a hotel. We were puzzled by a shop called White Feather (the emblem given to men not in uniform to indicate their ‘cowardice’ in the First World War) which seems mainly to stock German brands of designer clothes – between this and the Judith Kerr School I must be missing something about London’s German population?

Brockwell Park offered us our second generous expanse of green along this route and then we realised we had perhaps joined part of the route of the lost (mainly underground) River Effra. Sure enough after passing Poets’ Corner we came along Brixton Water lane.  This southerly approach to Brixton is characterised by religions various, the most striking example being St Matthew’s , which like most of his fellow evangelists has become something of an island in a one way system! Brixton had its civic decorations up but by now the rather cold bus was steaming up due to the upstairs passengers breathing!

Lambeth Town Hall was looking very spruce for its 110 years and so it should as it only recently re-opened after its facelift .
Acre Lane is not the most interesting of routes but it does connect Brixton with Clapham Park (and eventually all the other Claphams) passing a mixture of old and newer housing and a couple of supermarkets, but it lacks a personality. Clapham Common on the other hand has a clear focus, the Northern Line station and the triangle it sits on, an old style multi-story pub and a road junction. It is also the ‘gateway’ to Clapham Common, our third area of green open space for the trip.

Lovely though the winter sun was, we were driving straight into it which made photography very difficult (I know we always have excuses, but therefore got lucky on the 14 back) so we failed to capture the very pretty church. There are grand mansion blocks the length of Clapham Northside plus some prep schools, doubtless prepping pupils for nearby Emmanuel College.

At the corner of the common there is very often slow traffic as you join with travellers coming west along the South Circular, but this morning things seemed fairly fluid and we made our descent towards Clapham Junction in good time.  The commerce round here has always been a bit variable
(however if you go left here down Northcote it’s a different matter) with Arding & Hobbs/Debenhams looking poorly.

We knew we were passing the huge station that is Clapham Junction but its entrance on St John’s Hill is really quite discreet. St John’s Hill has certainly smartened up in the nine years since we passed this way – not so much new building as use of what’s already there even if at a very rarified level: ‘Distinctive Chesterfields’ anyone?  These are amazingly chunky sofas requiring amazingly chunky rooms and houses to sit in – need I say more...

We just had time to glimpse the next bit of green area – namely Wandsworth Common – before we descended again into Wandsworth.  More down to earth, it was good to see the students flooding into the rather austere South Thames College.  In many ways this was the part of the trip where most changes had taken place. The Ram Quarter (built round the listed buildings of the former Young’s Ram Brewery and along the Wandle) has been a long time coming but is beginning to take shape, and by the look of it has had an impact on the Arndale centre opposite .And was that cladding being removed from an older block? 

Straight on along towards Putney Hill involves our third incline of the day and we pass more large houses, mainly converted into flats and interspersed with purpose built blocks, and so on up to Putney Heath where we had absolutely no time to linger as we scrambled onto the Number 14 just as it was leaving the Green Man which seems to survive.

This is an East/West London bus route that takes in many and varied a London hub as well as some common lands, and we were interested to see progress on several projects that dated back some 10 years or so....

PS We rode this route in December; from  January 2019 all traffic is now sent round the back due to extensive gas works which will take up to 14 months. 

The Number 36 Route

Thursday 9 May 2019
This is a really remarkable route, going all the way from New Cross Gate in the south east, to Queen's Park in the north west. We set off at 11.20 from the stop near the bus station, in very 'April-y' weather for May:  first sunshine, then heavy showers and then more sunshine. This meant that even Linda's camera skills were tested by the rain on the windows.
We turned left to travel along Queen's Road, past the Hatcham Liberal Club and the magnificent, pinnacled Fire Station to reach the railway at Queen's Road, Peckham.

There is, of course, new building going on here, and you can read all about Peckham Place here.

We came into Peckham, where the High Street remains completely closed to motorised vehicles while they do something major to the gas works.  It was with wry amusement that we noted that they have picked this period to do other roadworks in the streets along which the buses are diverted.

The Kentish Drovers Pub is a Wetherspoon's.  Whatever you think about the CEO's views on current national and international issues (well, THE issue) you cannot help but admire the chain's approach to the history of their pubs: not just to the drovers who brought meat on the hoof to Smithfield, but to the area surrounding the place.

We also spotted that Persepolis was open (on the way down it had been closed: perhaps something to do with Ramadan?) It's a shop and cafe stuffed with good things.

The Harris Academy chain has one in Peckham, and we passed Oliver Goldsmith primary School as well, making it easy to decipher the nearby blue plaque, though this website does not mention is living in South London.

Next we came to Camberwell, with its historic Arts College and the site of the former Mary Datchelor School.  This is clearly still an issue with local residents, who would like some kind of school to (re)open on the site, and nothing much seems to have happened since we were last this way.

Once we passed St Giles' Church, we were heading along the Camberwell New Road, pretty Straight, and passing both the Abellio Walworth Depot and the Go-Ahead bus driver training facility., as well as the Hermit's Cave Pub. Not being a Wetherspoon's, it has no history details on the web, so I speculate that a local art student painted them a sign with a hermit looking out of a cave, and it all went from there.

The next significant landmarks were Oval Station, and the Kia Oval, home, as the many banners say, of T20 cricket. The one day international against Pakistan on Wednesday was ruined by rain and hail and all the other horrible weather, which is a pity.  Of course other sports do not allow themselves to be rained off (look at day 1 of the Women's Tour de Yorkshire, for instance).

As we continued westwards, I drew Linda's attention to CS5, a cycle lane pretty well worthy of its name: segregated, and going behind the bus stops to avoid friction.

So then we came into Vauxhall, where there are some interesting (but unidentified) pillars with metal people on top, as well as a bus station which Linda and I quite like, and a fine view of Spies-R-Us across the river.

We crossed the river, noting how very low the tide was, and came past the Jugged Hare Pub, formerly a bank, but now a pub and restaurant. They don't seem to serve jugged hare, which is as well, since I think hares are protected anyway? I always thought that Mrs Beeton's famous recipe began with the words 'First catch your hare' but intensive internet research proves me wrong.

We were soon at Victoria Station, an area noted for musicals, since both Wicked and Hamilton are on in the vicinity. The 'works' in the bus station are still ongoing, but fortunately this route does not go in, but trundles on, past  Grosvenor Gardens and the Queen's back garden.

We reached Hyde Park Corner without difficulty (not our recent experience) and went up Park Lane, with a distant view of the memorial of the victims of the 7/7/05 bombings.

At this stage the camera gave up its recording facility, so I must report without visual confirmation that the fountains at Marble Arch were looking pleasant in the sunshine, and the Edgware Road was less clogged that it has often been. From here we zigzagged around to get to Northumberland Terrace, Paddington, where we were pleased to see that the Crossrail works were making slow but steady progress, even if 2021 seems a long way off. In a way its claim to be the Culture Line seems to be rather a frill, since the art works will not be visible until the place opens.

Anyway, we went left along Bishops Bridge Road for some way, before wiggling to get to the Harrow Road, parallel with the Canal and past the huge Sir Naim Dangoor bit of Westminster Academy. We passed the Science Photo Library (you might enjoy their pictures since this post has failed to provide many!) We then did some more wiggling to get into Queen's Park, noting a Blue Plaque for Norman Wisdom on the way. You can watch a bit of him if you would like to.

The last moment of the trip was a sad one:  the Falcon Pub has been closed for some time, and there seems to be a local contretemps about using the site for housing. Still, here we were, at 12.40, eighty minutes after leaving New Cross Gate.