Notes and Guidance on a Coastal Pub Tour from Greenwich to West Thurrock.

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Coastal Pub Tour : Greenwich to West Thurrock

Following our highly enjoyable prologue around Greenwich yesterday, it was time to embark on our coastal pub tour. Our aim was to arrive at Foulness Island on the first Sunday of the month as this is the only day that the road is open to the public. With so much to look at along the Thames estuary we decided not to rush to Southend-on-Sea but spread the journey over two days, stopping overnight at the half-way point.

Opening the curtains at the Premier Inn I felt a bit sorry for the ducks living in Deptford Creek. This looked as grim as it can get for a duck. Surely with wings you can relocate? Even the Swedish flatpack retailers have launched two remote-controlled 'Good Ship Ikea' boats to help clear up the rubbish that ends up in the creek.

As soon as we sat down for breakfast we had to quickly relocate because a boy on the next table was sneezing like mad and not putting his hand up to control the spray. Cyclists are known to obsess about a few things such as equipment, weight and always checking the weather forecast. However, the one thing a cyclist will always try to avoid is somebody with a cold. The risk of contracting a bug will ruin any planned riding and affect performance. We were out of there as quick as Chris Hoy coming out of the starting gate.

Greenwich : Royal Observatory

As I mentioned yesterday, you can start and finish the route from anywhere on the coastline. However, the geographer within me determined that the logical place to embark on such a trip is the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. We had already crossed the Prime Meridian twice during the prologue and today we will be having some more longitudinal fun on the route.

The views across London are fairly good from the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. The gates do not open until 10am so we joined a large party of tourists from the far east wandering around and taking in the panoramic views. They were taking photographs of anything that moved so just for a bit of devilment I wandered over to a drainpipe and reached for my camera. Within a minute I had six people gathered around taking a photograph of the drainpipe like it was some important element not to be missed!

One woman close to the gates of the Observatory was taking photographs of herself using a selfie-stick. She was continually fluffing up her hair and taking several shots of herself before moving two centimetres and doing the same thing again. She photographed herself half a dozen times per minute, most of the shots ending up on Instagram or Facebook no doubt. I hope one of the captions read: "Hey! look at me next to an important drainpipe." Driven by social media, narcissism has gone to another level with people conveying their perfect life so they can be the envy of all their friends and contacts.

Greenwich : Millennium Sundial

Heading down the hill towards the boating pond we crossed the Prime Meridian again when taking a look at the Millennium Sundial - or did we? The installation has becoming something of a laughing stock and adds fuel to the fire for those who claim Britain cannot make anything these days! It was planned to have the base of the gnomon directly on the Prime Meridian first defined in 1851. However, between the drawing board and the builder's trowel something went seriously adrift and it is in the wrong place. Not only is it in the wrong place, it is in the wrong position because, rather than being directly in line, it is skew-whiff by around 3½° so it does not even tell the time accurately. Depending on the season, it can be up to fifteen minutes out! And to cap it all, the hour marks are in the wrong position too. What a total fuck-up! Only Laurel and Hardy could have made a greater mess of the job.

The Millennium Sundial was supposed to act as a centrepiece to twelve smaller analemmatic dials but having spent £90,000 highlighting the flaws of British engineering and construction, the project was shelved - the shelf would probably be wonky too! A lorry driver trundled over the sundial during the 2012 Olympics and another bill was run-up to repair this showcase of longitudinal inexactitude.

Greenwich : Nelson's Ship in a Bottle by Yinka Shonibare

We went along the gardens next to Queen's House, the former royal residence designed by Inigo Jones for Anne of Denmark. The architect pencilled the building after returning from a Grand Tour in 1613-15 and, as a result, it is the first consciously classical building constructed in England. Part of the building is now occupied by the National Maritime Museum. Outside the main entrance is Yinka Shonibare's Nelson's Ship in a Bottle, a work commissioned by the Greater London Authority and first displayed at Trafalgar Square in May 2010. For this commission, the artist travelled back in time to 1765, along with the scientists in the 1966 film "Fantastic Voyage," and shrank the ship to fit inside the neck of this giant bottle. Eventually, of course, the ship will slowly return to its original size and will burst out of the bottle. It will then be transported via a truck that will reverse over and crush the Millennium Sundial to tip HMS Victory into the boating pond. The helmsman will do his utmost to hold a course along the Prime Meridian but will be confused when the satnav sends him eastward as it cannot cope with Airy's Transit Circle.

Greenwich Foot Tunnel

We headed over to the Gipsy Moth and Cutty Sark to cross the river. I didn't think La Goddess du Vélo would enjoy this subterannean experience but it turned out to be one of her highlights of the day. Another triumph of Victorian engineering, the Greenwich foot tunnel was designed by Sir Alexander Binnie and constructed at the fag end of the 19th century. It took just over three years to complete whereas today it would take a similar amount of time just to get through the initial committee meetings. Mind you, Virgil and Scott Tracy in the Mole of Thunderbird 2 would have had the job done by lunchtime.

The lifts can play up at both ends of the foot tunnel but, thankfully, it was all tickety-boo on this trip. I would not fancy carrying my pannier-laden bike up and down the spiral staircases. There are 87 steps on the northern side and 100 steps at Greenwich. We did adhere to the No Cycling rule but were passed by flying arseholes travelling at silly speeds.

I am old enough to have survived the disaster movie era of the 1970s but, walking along the tunnel, one cannot help thinking that the roof is about to start leaking, particularly when you are about the midway point. But we only made the one journey .... in August 2002 to celebrate the centenary of the tunnel opening, a marathon was held under the river. To avoid the crowds, the race started at 2am and took in 58 laps of the 1,217 feet tunnel. Race organiser Ted Lancukci remarked at the time that is was "probably not the marathon to do if you're claustrophobic."

Greenwich Foot Tunnel : Bomb Damage Repair

At the northern end of the tunnel there is a section that reminded me of a scene in the Stanley Kubrick movie "2001 : A Space Odyssey." This is much narrower that the rest of the footway. A plaque on the wall states that "this short length of the tunnel was repaired following bomb damage that occurred on the first night of the Blitz on 7th and 8th September 1940 during the Second World War. The damage resulted in the tunnel being closed immediately for repairs to stop leaks and potential flooding. Had the tunnel been more severely damaged, the resulting closure would have had a long-term impact on travel across the river. As the tunnel formed a much-relied-upon cross-river link connecting housing in the south and the industry and docks to the north, it was an essential part of the war effort. Preliminary repairs to stem the inflow of water were successful. By early 1941 the repairs had been completed and the tunnel fully reopened to the public." The repairs included the exposed metal ring lining which can be seen in the above photograph.

Greenwich Foot Tunnel : North Tower on Isle of Dogs

Once out of the foot tunnel's north tower you are on the Isle of Dogs, a name that was recorded in the times of King Henry VIII. The etymology of the name throws up a whole host of possible origins. We picked up the Thames Path through Island Gardens, an area once known as Scrap Iron Park. The north tower of the foot tunnel was close to Johnson's Draw Dock and the Victoria Iron Works. There are good views of the Old Royal Naval College and Greenwich from the gardens.

London : The Great Eastern on the Isle of Dogs

At one time there were a gazillion pubs on the Isle of Dogs but most of the houses that served the needs of dock workers have vanished. Many of the houses had names associated with the river and sea but others such as the Gut House, Folly House Tavern, Vulcan and Windmill commemorated land-based buildings and activities. The first of the surviving public houses we encountered was the Great Eastern, a boozer that formerly traded as the Waterman's Arms but was originally called the Newcastle Arms.

Erected as part of a planned development by William Cubitt, the Newcastle Arms is thought to have opened in 1853. The tavern was certainly mentioned in that year when George Henry Wood, step-son of the publican William Harris, was charged with stealing a horse. Formally part of Poplar, the south-east tip of the Isle of Dogs became known as Cubitt Town. One of the great master builders of the 1830s, William Cubitt constructed Covent Garden, the Fishmongers' Hall and the portico and original station buildings at Euston. Towards the end of the 1840s, he poured his energy into politics. In 1847 he was elected a Sheriff of London and Middlesex and, at the same time, he became MP for his home town of Andover. He served as Lord Mayor of London in 1860-61 and was re-elected in 1861-62. He died in 1863 at the age of 72.

The most notable period of the Newcastle Arms was the early 1960s when the biographer and television journalist Daniel Farson acquired the pub, changed the name to the Waterman's Arms and revived the music hall tradition and atmosphere in a lavishly-appointed room.

Later described as mythomaniacal by the Independent newspaper, Farson was something of a celebrity during his Bohemian days in Soho during the 1950s. His connections enabled him to attract top performers such as Shirley Bassey. For a brief spell the pub was the place to be seen. Actors and gangsters rubbed shoulders in the packed house that would later feature in films and television, most notably when Bob Hoskins propped up the bar in "The Long Good Friday," a film which flirted with a sub-plot of criminals and gangsters profiting from the displacement of traditional dockland industries during large-scale redevelopment. Regardless of the accuracy of this part of the film's plot, this movie is worth watching to see how the local landscape has changed over the years.

Kim Cordell : "I Sing In A Pub" with cover art from the Waterman's Arms on the Isle of Dogs

This is the front cover of a record by Kim Cordell who can be seen performing in the Waterman's Arms. The Clacton-born singer became a well-known figure on the British variety, club and pub circuit during this period. Inevitably, the bubble burst and Dan Farson lost most of his investment in the business. But for a few years, this pub enjoyed some great times.

Following the Thames Path we cycled into an area known as Saunders Ness, another name that was in use by the 16th century. It is difficult to visualise the place of old as everything has seemingly vanished. The old streets laid out by William Cubitt were lined with sturdy terraced housing. We were not enamoured by some of the replacement housing stock. Cubitt's planned industrial development of the foreshore has also vanished. Where it was once easy to identify how people earned their crust one now wonders who does what in this place. The old soundscape of the Isle of Dogs has also been lost. As for the smell of industry - that is so 20th century.

The remains of the Cubitt Town Dry Dock can still be determined. Some of the old wharfs are also remembered in street names. At the site of Dudgeon's Wharf there is a memorial to five firemen and one civilian who died in July 1969 when a 20,000 gallon tank of turpentine exploded. In the worst incident since the Second World War, it took 60 firemen to bring the fire under control. It was reported that the civilian had been working with an oxy-acetylene torch on the top of the tank when a small fire broke out. The local fire engine had seemingly extinguished the fire when the tank suddenly exploded hurling some people 60 yards onto the foreshore.

Isle of Dogs of Yesteryear

Isle of Dogs : Christ Church in Cubitt Town [c.1913]

"Dating from around 1913, this view of Christ Church was taken from Manchester Road. Erected to serve the growing community settling in Cubitt Town, work on Christ Church was started in 1852. It was funded by William Cubitt on land leased from the Countess of Glengall. Constructed of brick with dressings of Portland Stone, it is rumoured to include some stone from London Bridge. However, as the latter was demolished some two decades earlier it is probably a myth.

We crossed the entrance to South Dock and headed into Blackwall, a term thought to derive from the colour of the ancient river wall. It is possible to find fragments of the past here but, like the rest of the Isle of Dogs, so much has been lost. Even the house of Sir Walter Raleigh was demolished during construction of the Blackwall Tunnel which - and here is one for Nigel Farage and the Brexiteers - was largely built by immigrant labour.

Blackwall : The Gun at Cold Harbour

A flavour of old Blackwall can still be captured in Cold Harbour where there is a public-house called The Gun. Sometimes a pub has to adapt to survive and this is exemplified by this Fuller's house in Cold Harbour. Those who patronised this docker's and stevedore's boozer back in the day would probably dislike the character of the place today but at least it is still trading, albeit gentrified to the max. Although there is a small bar area, The Gun essentially exists to offer an upmarket dining experience. The conversation is no longer centred on cranes, rope-making, metal-bashing and cheap fags but more likely to follow the fortunes of the money markets. However, what is completely undeniable is the extremely warm welcome afforded to us during our visit.

There is a large history panel on the front wall of The Gun on which it states: "there has been a pub on this site for over 250 years, the area being home to the dockside iron foundries which produced the guns for the Royal Naval fleets." The house had a number of names before the sign was allegedly changed "to celebrate the cannon that was fired to celebrate the opening of the West India Import Docks in 1802." Sounds feasible and I might have gone along with it but I notice that the building was marked as the Gun Tavern on a Merchants' Plan of the London Docks by D. Alexander in 1796. Indeed, the pub's name was changed to the Gun Tavern by 1771. The old premises were erected on a road that led south from Blackwall Stairs. The road was almost certainly laid out on an ancient footpath that crossed the former marshland.

Blackwall : The Gun at Cold Harbour

Erected on an estate owned by the Hall family, the pub is thought to have been built in the second decade of the 18th century and, by 1722, was trading as the King and Queen. The inn sign was changed to the Rose and Crown and in the mid-1840s became known as the Ramsgate Pink.

The Hall family were forced to sell the freehold of the estate in 1750 and it was acquired by George Stevens, a retired East India captain. The last owner of the estate was Sir Robert Preston, a director of the East India Dock Company, before it was broken up in the early 19th century. Subsequently, an auction for the freehold of the Gun Tavern was held in June 1810. The particulars stated that the house "possessed every requisite convenience for carrying on the business to almost any extent, and contains numerous sleeping-rooms, two very pleasant summer-rooms, large parlours, convenient kitchen, roomy bar, tap-room, wash-house, excellent cellaring, large yard, good stabling, with hay-lofts and out-buildings."

Blackwall : Bar of The Gun at Cold Harbour

Some of the original tavern lurks beneath a revamp of the building in the mid-1870s. A building plan dated 1870 suggests that the early tavern occupied the ground-floor single-storey structure to the left of today's main building which was put up around 1875. This has a façade of painted brick with rusticated quoins. The cornice and frieze was continued along what was probably the original tavern. Why this is a single-storey structure is unclear. If this is what happened at the Gun Tavern then the bedroom that is said to have been used by Lord Nelson for intimate naughtiness with Lady Emma Hamilton has long gone.

The history panel on the exterior also states that: "The Gun has a long association with smugglers landing contraband on this site and distributing it via a hidden tunnel. To this day there is still a spy-hole in the secret circular staircase to watch out for the revenue men." Wandering around the ground floor I was taken by the large collection of pistols and guns on display. I wouldn't fancy tucking one of these down my trousers in order to thwart a customs officer about to nab me for smuggling. One wrong move and it would be a case of instant gender reassignment.

Blackwall : South Dock Terrace

Unlike many other old pubs in the locality, The Gun does not look incongruous within its surroundings because the neighbouring terraced housing on what was South Dock Terrace has also survived. The cranes provide a welcome sense of continuity in the neighbourhood. The houses were erected at the end of the 1880s on a site that formed part of the pierhead alongside the entrance to the South Dock - hence the name. The developer was William Warren, an estate agent who engaged the Plaistow builder George Larman to construct the buildings. Early occupiers of the houses paid a weekly rent of 8s. 6d. The blue collar workers who paid these rents would be staggered to learn that these relatively small properties now exchange hands for around £600,000. Being a low-paid member of the lower orders, I have no idea how people afford the prices of property in the London area. Not everyone earns a fortune in the ivory towers? Having said that, you need a few bob to wine and dine at The Gun where a Chateaubriand Steak will set you back £58. A starter plate of Linguini is £15.50p.

A fire broke out in the Gun Tavern in 1828 but the quick actions of the watchman, together with the publican Mr. Ferguson, extinguished the flames before the whole house went up. In the end only the tap-room required repairs. In the following year the Gun Tavern had new competition for trade when Samuel Lovegrove erected the West India Dock Tavern across the street. It was a large edifice of three storeys and nine windows in width. However, the enterprise failed and when Samuel Lovegrove died in 1846 the contents of the house were sold at auction. The property was later demolished and the site used as a timber and boat-building yard.

Blackwall : Interior of The Gun at Cold Harbour

The Gun Tavern once had a skittles alley and it was the venue for a wager between the licensee Evan Jones and the publican of the Steam Packet at Limehouse Causeway in January 1888. The two landlords played for £5 and a spread to be laid on for patrons of each house, many of whom worked in the brewery trade as they were described as "Brothers of The Bung." Unfortunately for Evan Jones, his opponent A. Wooten, played well and gained 7 chalks to the host's 4.

In September 1895 a regular customer of the Gun Tavern was found drowned in the South West India Dock. At the subsequent inquiry Eliza Jones, daughter of the aforementioned Evan Jones, stated that German-born Edward Meggenhoffen had been a patron of the Gun Tavern for around five years. The music teacher had taught her sister. The landlord's daughter stated: "that on Thursday morning he came into the bar with his face bleeding and in a trembling condition." He told Eliza Jones that he had had a fall. She served him with whisky, and he left. About eight o'clock that morning she heard that his body had been found in the dock. When the music teacher's clothing was searched the only articles found were two tuning instruments and a piece of paper, on which the names of several pieces of music were written. An open verdict was returned.

Fuller's Sticky Wicket

The Gun stocks a wide range of Fuller's beers. Bohemian Way, a limited edition pale gold citrus beer was on tap, along with Sticky Wicket, a summer ale that was only supposed to be sold between May and July but, unlike the England team, remained at the crease in September for The Ashes. The pale ale combines English and Australian ingredients in a tropical-flavoured ale featuring grapefruit and lychee notes. The official brewer's notes state that "Sticky Wicket is brewed to 4.7% ABV, and opens with a pale gold pour and the appealing aromas of fruity hops. On the palate, the Topaz hop adds a resinous grassy flavour with gentle hints of lychee, while the Ella hop hits the winning runs with tropical grapefruit notes and a subtle spicy finish."

Blackwall : Fragment of the Fishing Smack Inn at Cold Harbour

Hardly the stuff of Paris-Roubaix's Trouée d'Arenberg, the bumpy cobbles of Cold Harbour made a decent effort of shaking our bones a bit. It was tempting to ride on the pavement. However, it is great that a small part of an old Blackwall thoroughfare survives. Further to the north on the same side of the street as The Gun there is a small fragment of another public-house. The above photograph shows some brown glazed brickwork, probably the remains of a pilaster or column favoured by the large brewers when pub frontages were altered or built in the Victorian and Edwardian periods. In this case Watney Combe & Reid, a company operating from the Stag Brewery in Pimlico, ordered a rebuild of the front section of the Fishing Smack Inn during 1893.

The original building on this site dated from the mid-18th century and was known as the Fisherman's Arms. The inn sign had changed by 1808 for it was reported in the Hampshire Chronicle on August 1st that: "as a young woman, a servant in the Fishing Smack public-house, Cold Harbour, Blackwall, was standing on the steps leading to the river, she was so much alarmed by a flash of lightning, that she fell in the river and was unfortunately drowned."

Cold Harbour, Blackwall by Charles Napier Henry [1896]

The Fishing Smack Inn was a tall weather-boarded building from where it is claimed Charles Dickens drew inspiration for some of his characters whilst sampling stout beer with oysters, the latter brought to London from smacks sailing out of Great Yarmouth - hence the change in name to the Fishing Smack Inn. A Dickensian flavour of the house can be perceived in a painting by Charles Napier Henry that dates from 1896.

The Fishing Smack Inn did not seemingly enjoy bumper trade. The licensee, Greenwich-born Frederick Hobbs, had to find other work to keep his family. He worked as a draughtsman in addition to running the establishment. His daughter Mabel would later become licensee during the Edwardian period. Trade fell away and eventually the pub closed. The building is thought to have been demolished in 1948.

Blackwall : Nelson House in Cold Harbour

A few doors from the remnant of the Fishing Smack Inn stands Nelson House [the yellow painted building in the above photograph]. This had been two separate properties but were amalgamated into one residence in 1820-1 by the coal merchant Samuel Granger. Following his death, the East and West India Dock Company purchased the property from his widow in 1861. The house was subsequently used as a dockmaster's residence. A local myth pervades that the house was used by Lord Nelson and Lady Hamilton as a late-night tryst but, whilst the titillating tales are amusing, they are without foundation.

Blackwall : Isle House in Cold Harbour

No.1 Cold Harbour, also known as Isle House, was designed by John Rennie for the West India Dock Company in 1825-6 and also served as a dockmaster's residence. It replaced a house built only fifteen years earlier but had been compromised by poor construction and was being held up by braces. The site had earlier been occupied by two dilapidated properties. The first occupant of the house was the Blackwall Dockmaster Captain Thomas Harrison.

Riverside Path at the former Blackwall Yard

After crossing the New Blackwall Entrance and to get around the Northumberland Wharf Waste Transfer Station, we cycled along Yabsley Street and rejoined the Thames Path which runs on boards past new glass and steel structures. Our diversion, of course, meant that it was not possible to roll our wheels over the sites of former famous taverns close to Blackwell Stairs, all of which were demolished to make way for the Blackwall Tunnel and a goods station for the railway. One of the most celebrated of the riverside inns at Blackwall was the Artichoke Tavern, a house built around 1731 and famous for its whitebait suppers.

The Artichoke Tavern at Blackwall

Charles Dickens was one of many who came to Blackwall to enjoy a repast at the Artichoke or one of the neighbouring inns on the riverfront, including the Plough, George, Britannia and King's Arms. Of the locality, Dickens wrote: "Hemmed in by the whitebait taverns, is Green's ship-yard. A notable old place this; more so, than any other private shipyard, perhaps, in this country. It is no small thing that, for a period of two hundred years, there has been little if any cessation in the making of foothooks and keelsons, bowsprits and sternposts, ribs and beams, decks and masts, in this identical spot; and all for and by private owners. First, there was a Sir Henry Johnson, who, in the time of Oliver Cromwell, was owner of this yard, and who it seems to have been a great benefactor to the neighbouring village of Poplar. Then, throughout the reigns of Charles the Second, James the Second, and William and Mary, the shipyard maintained its importance, under the ownership, first of one Sir William Johnson, and then of another."

Blackwall, London 1872 by Charles Napier Henry [Museum of London]

In the mid-18th century Peter Lord, landlord of the Artichoke Tavern, made several improvements to his establishment. These included the opening of a Long Room which he advertised as 'a fine place for seeing the ships launched.' A later painting by Charles Napier Henry [above] shows the sort of view that could be enjoyed from the tavern. For hundreds of years the Blackwall Yard was the centre of considerable ship building and ship repair work and many notable vessels were launched from here. Some of these ships were commissioned by Samuel Pepys when the yard was operated by the shipwright Sir Henry Johnson.

Competing for trade with The Plough, the Artichoke Tavern remained a popular establishment during the time of Dickens and a small army of staff were required to keep the place ticking over. It became a Charrington's house until acquired by the Metropolitan Board of Works in 1888. The building was subsequently demolished for the construction of the Blackwall Tunnel.

Our journey along the Thames Path was only a few hundred metres as the Radisson Blu Hotel and the new Reuters Building have fenced it off. The latter was erected on the partially filled-in Upper Graving Dock, the last of the Blackwall Yard complex to close in 1989. I realise that things move on and the landscape has to be re-used but it is hard to get any sense of the considerable maritime history of Blackwall Yard when every fragment has been removed. Other dockyard sites around the UK tend to preserve the odd relic which helps people comprehend its timeline or sense of history.

Blackwall : Prime Meridian on Tower 1 of the Elektron Building

Well, being as we were having to go around the new Reuters Building, we thought it would be good to have more fun with the Prime Meridian. So, we pedalled towards the East India Station on the Docklands Light Railway. Cycle underneath the railway and the Prime Meridian can be seen on Tower 1 of the Elektron Building. A metal strip within the cladding runs all the way up the tower and down the other side. However, it is not exactly on the Prime Meridian as the laser beam projected during the night from the Royal Observatory misses the building by some centimetres!

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Blackwall : Prime Meridian at Brunswick Wharf

We returned to the river along the Thames Path and Meridian Walk that leads to a compass point. This is where the Brunswick Hotel stood next to the Brunswick Stairs. I know this because the building, according to a newspaper article date 1930, was situated on the Prime Meridian and a mark to indicate this was cut on the parapet under the direction of the Astronomer Royal. The Brunswick Hotel was another of the 'whitebait taverns' favoured by the likes of Dickens. It was erected in the early 1830s and tenanted by Samuel Lovegrove, the aforementioned entrepreneur who operated the West India Docks Tavern in Cold Harbour. The man who started his career as a waiter in the Horn Tavern in the City of London, became well-known as a tavern and coffee-house keeper. Samuel Lovegrove aimed the Brunswick Hotel at affluent patrons and fitted up the building in style. Long after his death, the fortunes of the hotel declined. Indeed, the whitebait trend went out of fashion. The business closed in 1873 and the building served as an emigrants' depot for the New Zealand Government. It was from here that many sailed for a new life on the other side of the world. In the Edwardian period the former hotel was used as children's convalescent home before conversion into a barracks during the First World War. The building was demolished in 1930.

The site of the Brunswick Hotel formed part of the land used to construct the Brunswick Wharf Power Station, a landmark structure from 1947 to 1989. The power station was built on the site of the East India Export Dock in stages between 1946 and 1956. The remainder of the dock was in-filled and later developed. The entrance basin remains as a wildlife refuge and we headed towards it along the Thames Path.

Poplar : Virginia Settlers Memorial at the former Brunswick Wharf and Quay

The Thames Path follows what was formerly Brunswick Wharf and Brunswick Pier, the latter being in front of the London and Blackwall Railway Terminus. All traces of this have gone but, hang on folks, there is a pub story here involving the restored Virginia Settlers Memorial which stands on the opposite side of the river from the O2 Arena. Unveiled in 1928, the original memorial plaque, commemorating the voyage of three ships that left near this spot in 1606 to create the first permanent English settlement in North America, was mounted on the wall of an old public-house called the Railway Tavern. The building seen to the right of the above photograph is roughly where the Railway Tavern stood.

The Railway Tavern was built by the dock company at the eastern end of the railway terminus in 1844. It was seen to be an altenative refreshment house to the rather exclusive Brunswick Hotel. The tavern was even designed by the dock company's surveyors and, when erected, was leased to Samuel and James Lovegrove, sons of Samuel Lovegrove whom they had succeeded at the Brunswick Hotel. The family would be monopolising trade at the quay, wharf and terminus! Unfortunately, following complaints from ship owners that the Railway Tavern 'encouraged drunkenness in sailors,' the place was closed down in 1871. Although several alternative uses were considered, including conversion into a river police station, the building became a dockmaster's house. Damaged in the Blitz, the former tavern, along with the extensive remains of the station were demolished in 1947.

The bronze plaque which had been mounted on the wall of the building was saved. It had originally been commissioned by the Association for the Preservation of the Virginia Antiquities. Erected in 1951 by the Port of London Authority, a new memorial, designed by the Ulster-born sculptor Harold Brown, included the original bronze plaque. A replica of his work was actually shown in the previous year at the Port of London Authority's stand at the United States International Trade Fair at Chicago. The above Pathé film clip recorded the unveiling of the memorial by the U.S. Ambassador Walter S. Gifford. The memorial stood 18 feet 6 inches high and consisted of a granite base, hewn from the old quay wall of the historic West India Docks, on which was mounted the original commemorative plaque, and the whole was surmounted by the bronze figure of a mermaid in a sea-shell, riding the waves of the Atlantic. It was reported that the sculptor had to use four different models for the mermaid, the difficulty being to find a model with very long hair!

Over the years the monument was vandalised and the mermaid stolen. Barratt Homes, the developers of the housing here, commissioned a new monument. Unveiled in September 1999, the memorial stands in a new position and the mermaid was replaced by a mariner's astrolabe designed by Wendy Taylor. It was presumed that the bronze mermaid had been melted down for scrap but, incredibly, it turned up at an auction in 2007. The owner, Alan Marks, told reporters that he bought it from a man in Hatfield Heath some 15 years previously and used it as a display piece in his back garden. In redeveloping the area into Virginia Quay and spending some £90,000 rebuilding the monument, Barratt Homes were not interested in acquiring the piece. I wonder where the mermaid lives today?

Lock Gates of the East India Dock Basin

We crossed the Grade II-listed lock gates of the East India Dock Basin, the only intact part of the former East India Docks complex. The gates were refurbished in 1997 and I assume this is when the foot and cycle crossing was installed - we are grateful for such work. Allowing larger vessels access to the docks complex, the entrance lock was opened in August 1879. The gates were supplied by the nearby Thames Iron Works Company.

East India Dock Basin

In terms of maritime history and industrial archaeology there is not much to see at the East India Dock Basin. The water level was extremely low and was almost mud. The docks were constructed between 1803 and 1806 and were the third set of wet docks built on the Thames in the early 19th century. Founded in 1600, the East India Company shipped valuable goods from the East to the Thames. It was a rich, powerful and well organised body using the largest ships that frequented the Port of London. At its height, the company accounted for half of the world's trade, particularly in commodities such as cotton, silk, indigo dye, salt, spices, saltpetre, tea, and opium. A legacy of the company is that it stimulated the growth of the British Empire. Depending on your political and ethical views, this had either a great or terrible impact on the lesser-developed world. Ports such as Bristol and Liverpool have acknowledged the darker side of their history but this is not so palpable in London's docklands.

Many plants on the shore of the northern edge of the basin are salt marsh species that have evolved to cope with the high levels of salt and regular inundation by water on the highest tides. This kind of habitat is very rare in south-east England, where most shore that would develop salt marsh have been heavily engineered to allow boats the access the land or to grant permission to building right up to the water's edge. The East India Dock Basin now enjoys a new lease of life as a wildlife sanctuary where Kingfishers can be seen, along with occasional Black Redstarts and nesting Common Terns. However, all we spotted was a gang of herons. We were quite excited by this as they didn't give two hoots about us and sat in the trees, chilled out, ready for the next feeding session.

Trinity Buoy Wharf : Bow Creek Lighthouse

From the East India Dock Basin we took a path to Orchard Place where many moons ago there was the Steampacket, Crown, Trinity Arms and the Orchard Place Tavern. All of these pubs would have served the employees of the Thames Iron Works, Graving Dock Ship-Building Yard, the cement works and a large cooperage. We headed eastwards to the end of the Leamouth Peninsula. Well, we couldn't miss out a peninsula! Besides, there was a good reason to cycle into Trinity Buoy Wharf as it is the site of London's only lighthouse. We like lighthouses, particularly when they contain an audio arts project. Would it be open? We do not have a good record when it comes to such luck and, lo and behold, Bow Creek Lighthouse was closed. Still, there are other things to see at Trinity Buoy Wharf, particularly a shed in which there are exhibits relating to Michael Faraday's work. It was at this location that he carried out the first experiments in electric lighting for lighthouses.

The purpose of Bow Creek Lighthouse was not the familiar one of maritime navigation but to experiment and develop lighting for the network of lighthouses and lightships maintained by Trinity House, the official authority for lighthouses in England, Wales, the Channel Islands and Gibraltar. The organisation was once formally known as The Master Wardens and Assistants of the Guild Fraternity or Brotherhood of the most glorious and undivided Trinity and of St. Clement in the Parish of Deptford Strond in the County of Kent so it easy to see why an abbreviation was applied!

At one time there were two lighthouses at Trinity Buoy Wharf. An earlier structure was built in 1854 but demolished in the late 1920s. This was the building used by Faraday, scientific advisor to Trinity House, to pioneer electric lighting for the South Foreland Lighthouse in Kent. The present lighthouse was built in 1864, and like the older building, was used to test maritime lighting equipment, including the red and white flashes for the Wolf Rock Light in 1869. The roof space adjoining the present lighthouse housed Faraday's workshop for examining lenses and other apparatus.

Another key role of the experimental lighthouse was as a training facility to teach lighthouse keepers. The lighthouse is now home to Long Player, a unique sound installation by Jem Finer and Artangel. It features a twenty minute recording of the sound of Tibetan "singing bowls," continuously repeated, and infinitely varied by a computer programme which ensures that the same sequence of sound will never be heard more than once in a thousand years. Look, I have to completely honest, it does not float my boat but check out the video below for a flavour of the sound. I love some of the comments though, such as "wait for the bass drop in 2751, its fire bruh..." or "So in 3000, will there be a Long Player Remix?"

Blimey, it was late morning already and we had only covered a few kilometres. Just time for tea and cake at the Orchard Café where the service is rather arsey. Still, the view is interesting next to the lightship and the toilets are extraordinarily clean considering there is an army of construction workers milling around the place.

The only way over Bow Creek and the River Lea is the busy A1020 but there is a dedicated cycle path so it is perfectly safe. We rolled along Dock Road towards Silvertown, a settlement that gained its name from the factories established by the London merchant Stephen William Silver. However, the chief industry in the 21st century is that of the Tate & Lyle sugar refinery so perhaps there is an argument for the place to be called Silver Spoon Town. The pong of a sugar refinery is probably preferable to that of the rubber works of S. W. Silver. Of course, he did not have to endure this himself for he lived in style at York Gate, the entrance to Regent's Park. His Silvertown works developed into the India Rubber, Gutta Percha and Telegraph Cable Company. Silvertown attracted more smelly industries such as a manure and chemical works, along with paraffin and oil storage depots. The large workforces required to operate the factories resulted in dense housing and lots of public-houses, fostering a tight-knit community. Badly damaged during World War 2, much of old Silvertown has vanished in regeneration projects that has seen new apartments and housing being erected. The old street patterns have changed considerably.

Silvertown : Husk Brewing Tap Room

We rode along Dock Road at West Silvertown but did not see any activity at the railway arches on the North Woolwich Road where Husk Brewing are based. We were hoping for a sneaky peak and maybe a taster from this small family-owned brewery established in 2015 by Chris van der Vyver and his partner Martha. The tap room is only open on Friday and Saturday between 17.00hrs and 23.00hrs so we were just hoping that somebody would be around. I have borrowed their photograph of the tap room to give you a sense of how it looks. The couple are running the place with a sound ethos - for example, they are initiating a work experience programme for local young people with disabilities and establishing a monthly home-brewing club. Husk Brewing has a core range of six beers with seasonal brews throughout the year.

Silvertown : Former Ram Tavern

Truman, Hanbury, Buxton & Co. Limited : Eagle Ale and Stout

Lurking under the concrete of the DLR railway on the opposite side of the road is the former Ram Tavern, a pub rebuilt and operated by Truman, Hanbury & Buxton Co. Ltd. In more recent times it was converted into a nightclub specialising in Afrobeats which sounds rather exciting. This was one of many pubs on Dock Road and North Woolwich Road. Upsetting the publicans of the City Arms and the Bell and Anchor who feared competition for trade, an application for a licence was submitted by Morrison Longlands in September 1867. By 1870 the original Ram Tavern was being run by Southampton-born Arthur John Bennett. In fact, he kept the house for the rest of the 19th century. One of the largest pubs was the aforementioned Bell and Anchor which stood close to the swing bridge that crossed the waterway linking the tidal basin of Royal Victoria Dock with the River Thames. The swing bridge created problems for the road to Woolwich Ferry and led to the construction of the elevated Silvertown Way, one of the earliest urban flyovers in the UK.

Silvertown : Thames Barrier Park

More industry was established at Silvertown and by the First World War the shoreline of the Thames was lined with factories. As part of a clean-up for new residential development, one of the most impressive land conversion schemes has been undertaken near the Thames Barrier. A large park was opened on the site of a petrochemical and acid works in November 2000, making it London's largest new riverside park for over 50 years. The park is the result of collaborative work by the Paris landscape architect Allain Provost and architects Patel Taylor of London. The subsoil was so contaminated that it required a six-foot layer of crushed concrete before work could begin on fresh top soil. The Green Dock sunken garden is the centrepiece of the park and a real beauty. The undulating hedgerows, reminding us of the river waves, encourages a sheltered microclimate in which a variety of plants and wildlife can thrive.

Silvertown : Thames Barrier

I cannot help but wonder if the UK could build a Thames Barrier nowadays. The government would probably telephone the French and/or Chinese to build something to prevent oligarchs from having to empty buckets of water out of their bedroom windows onto the heads of the lower classes. With rising sea levels, a bigger barrier will be needed to stop the Houses of Parliament from flooding. Some might argue that would be a good thing.

Our experience of the Thames Barrier was somewhat disturbed by an African bloke having a photoshoot with the flood defences acting as the backdrop. Rather portly in appearance, he was hardly a looker so I wondered to whom he would be pitching his portfolio folder.

The Thames Barrier is clearly not made of Lego otherwise it would not have survived 15 boat collisions over the years. I can imagine a ship's captain ringing his nearest-and-dearest with a message "I will be late for dinner darling as I seem to have driven into the Thames Barrier and there will be a bit of paperwork to fill in." Unfortunately, the Boaty McTwat-face that is Jeremy Clarkson made it through unscathed when racing fellow twonks James May and Richard Hammond to London City Airport. If he had made a splash on the red-top pages he would probably once again blame everything on the fact that a fellow Repton scholar did a shit in his tuck box.

Silvertown : Site of Railway Tavern

Although the Railway Tavern has gone, I have to pick out the location as it was the place where workers used the public-house as their headquarters during a notable strike in 1889. A block of apartments now occupies the site on the corner of Connaught Road and Constance Street. There is perhaps a case for a blue plaque to be mounted on the building because this industrial action is thought to have contributed to the formation of the modern Labour movement.

The public-house can be seen below as the Railway Tavern. Towards the end of its life as a boozer it traded as Cundy's Tavern. This was already a colloquial name for the house as it was kept by Simeon and Elizabeth Cundy from 1890 until just before the First World War. Born in Old Basford in Nottinghamshire, Simeon Cundy had previously served in the Royal Navy. On leaving the service he took up residence at the Railway Tavern at Custom House, Canning Town, a pub being run by his brother Thomas. He married Elizabeth Saddington in January 1890.

Silvertown : Railway Tavern

Just before their marriage, trouble was brewing at the factory of S. W. Silver and Co. that had evolved into the works of the India Rubber, Gutta Percha and Telegraph Cable Company. Leading the world in cable production and installation, the company was making considerable profits and paying high dividends to shareholders. However, the conditions of the Silvertown workers were poor and the air breathed in by the community at large created health issues. Pay was low and, despite working long hours, there was no overtime. The women in the factory were not paid when the production line failed. Better pay and conditions had been secured by dockers in the East End and other large factories so 1,200 of the labour force at Silvertown started a strike for a better deal in the autumn of 1889.

A key influence in the refusal to negotiate with the workers was the pressure applied by the government and the establishment, many of whom, including the Prime Minister Lord Salisbury, held shares in the profitable concern. The managing director was obstinate and refused to negotiate with the workforce. Furthermore, he even refused to discuss terms of settlement with the Mayor of West Ham.

Led by key activists Fred Laing and Will Thorne, the strike committee held meetings in the Railway Tavern. Leading figures in the bitter struggle included the trade unionist and founding member of the Independent Labour Party Tom Mann, along with Eleanor Marx, the daughter of Karl Marx.

Silvertown : Advertisement for the India Rubber, Gutta Percha and Telegraph Cable Company

It was reported that the company were paying dividends of fifteen per cent to shareholders. However, the management, pressured by the government and the establishment, were determined to break the spirit of the strikers. There was palpable anger in the streets but they were determined to quash the action. Sadly, the Silvertown workers were eventually starved back to work. Their cause was not helped by the extraordinary action of the Amalgamated Engineers who continued to work at the factory. This was compounded by other work being outsourced, particularly at the company's plant in France where the French socialist Jules Guesde failed to prevent the undermining action of the workers.

With 'Tussy' Marx present at all the strike meetings, the solidarity and resolve of the workers gained wider attention with Engels commenting on the resoluteness of the Silvertown workforce. Their efforts would lay the foundations for future industrial action.

Silvertown of Yesteryear

Silvertown : Albert Road [c.1935]

"Silvertown used to have a sea of housing and plenty of public-houses. This inter-war view shows Albert Road in the foreground with a tight-knit community and the busy docks in the background.

Silvertown : Explosion Damage [1917]

This image shows part of the aftermath of the disaster in January 1917 in which a munitions factory at Silvertown exploded, killing 73 people and injuring 400 more. It had been a controversial decision to purify TNT in a works located next to such a heavily-populated area. A fire caused the explosion with the factory being instantly destroyed, along with nearby buildings, including the Fire Station. The force of the explosion was such that up to 900 properties were destroyed and 70,000 others damaged. It was reported that the blast was heard 160 kilometres away. After the First World War a memorial was placed inside the entrance to the factory's location. This was moved a short distance following the development of the Royal Wharf in 2016.

Silvertown Railway Station [c.1910]

Although Silvertown is served by Custom House on the Docklands Light Railway, the original railway station was removed from the landscape in 2012. It was opened in 1863 by the Great Eastern Railway,on the route of the former Eastern Counties and Thames Junction Railway.

North Woolwich : Pier

The Docklands Light Railway has bestowed Silvertown with its own Berlin Wall. In this case, rather ironically, one has to head into the east to get across the no-man's land where the track runs out. However, this affords access to North Woolwich Pier and Ferry. This is not too far from the location where, in September 1878, the paddle steamer S.S. Princess Alice was in collision with the collier Bywell Castle causing the loss of around 650 people. This is the greatest loss of life of any British inland waterway shipping accident. The paddle steamer was returning to London from an excursion to Sheerness when the accident happened. The tragic events are remembered at Tripcock Point so I will return to this disaster when we cycle back along the River Thames on the Kent side of the river.

North Woolwich : Pier [c.1948]

The paddle steamer S.S. Princess Alice was due to stop at North Woolwich Pier so that some passengers could disembark and walk across to the railway station to travel into the east end of London. Now in a rather ruinous state, the pier must have witnessed terrible scenes in September 1878 when large crowds travelled to North Woolwich and gathered at the pier to discover the fate of their relatives that had made the journey on the steamer.

Built just across from the railway station, the pier was a key connection between North Woolwich and Woolwich Arsenal on the south side of the Thames. Eventually, it was superseded by the municipally-operated Woolwich Free Ferry and the Foot Tunnel but in the 19th century many thousands of people walked the planks to awaiting boats. Owned by the Eastern Counties Railway, the two parts of Woolwich were connected by steam ferries, appropriately named Kent and Essex. The pier also acted as a terminus for boat and shipping services whereby passengers could board larger vessels after travelling to North Woolwich on the train. Indeed, the post-war photograph shows that it was being used by the L.N.E.R. Although the ferry service had ceased many years before, the railway company were using the pier for large boats operating a service to Southend and Margate.

North Woolwich : Pier [2019]

North Woolwich was like a ghost town during our cycle ride. It has always been at the end of the line but there was not a single soul around the old pier and railway station. All we needed was a bit of dust and tumbleweed rolling down the road and we could have revelled in a spaghetti western scene. We half expected a head to appear out of the window of the old ticket office to deliver the classic line: "There isn't anyone got the guts to face that killer, eh?"

There was not much here when the railway built a station close to the river in 1847. The station was erected amid the former marshland and it became the southern terminus of the Eastern Counties and Thames Junction Railway. The sudden sight of Italianate architecture must have looked rather odd at the time. However, once a railway building was erected, a public house generally enjoyed some spin-off trade by meeting the needs of travellers. Although a little to the east of the station, and located at the earlier ferry crossing point, the Barge House went from serving local shepherds to catering for tourists.

North Woolwich : Site of Ancient Ferry [2019]

The original Barge House was literally a wooden house built on a floating barge attached to the shore. A more permanent structure, also known as the Old Ferry House, was erected on dry land and, in 1840, the landlord, Thomas Lowe, completed the construction of a long esplanade in order to cater for visitors. When George Lucy was the proprietor in the 1860s, he advertised that it was the place for a pleasant afternoon. With a lawn overlooking the Royal Arsenal and Shipping, the Barge House offered swings, quoits and skittles. The Barge House was also the start and finish line of several boat races in the 19th century. By the way, it is thought that the older ferry crossing was operational by the early 14th century. The slipway seen in the above photograph is roughly on the site of the old ferry. This is close to Gallion's Reach, thought to be named after a 14th-century landowner named Galyon.

In December 1899 a giant bottle-nosed whale was spotted by a tug near Woolwich and this started a frenzied whale hunt. The poor creature was chased to exhaustion and it ran aground on the river bank. It was reported that "scores of people put off in boats and tugs to look at him. In the afternoon someone hitched a chain round his tail, to hold him when the tide rose, and it was decided to tow him up the tide to the Barge House, where he may be dry-docked and exhibited for one day. It was suggested that for a few days the 'monster' should be exhibited at a small fee for the benefit of a local hospital or the Soldiers' Families' Fund. While this was being discussed a score of rivermen got jack-knives to work, and took home whale-tail steak for tea."

A new, and rather more plain and functional station was built in 1979. The old station buildings were later converted into a railway museum and officially opened by the Queen Mother in November 1984. However, the museum closed in 2008 with many of the exhibits being removed to the East Anglian Railway Museum, Mangapps Railway Museum and the Great Eastern Railway Society.

North Woolwich : Former Three Crowns [2019]

We rolled around the corner to the rather sorry-looking former Three Crowns. The once-resplendent building has been converted into residential use but the ground floor looks awful. It has been a few years since pints of beer were pulled in the Three Crowns, the public-house having closed in the 1990s. The building quickly deteriorated and in very little time was a real eyesore. Still, I guess we have to be grateful that some tangible memory of the Three Crowns has been preserved - better than being flattened and lost forever.

North Woolwich : Advertisement for the Music Hall at the Three Crowns

Of course, as can be seen in the photographs, this was not the original Three Crowns. Charrington's rebuilt the house in the early 20th century. The Three Crowns, like the rest of the public-houses in North Woolwich, stood on the Essex side of the River Thames but was administered with Woolwich across the water so formed a pocket of Kent. However, in the old licensing days, the pubs here closed at 22.30hrs which often saw a mad dash through the foot tunnel so that another beer could be ordered at Woolwich where the boozers did not call time until thirty minutes later.

The original Three Crowns was famous for its music hall where all and sundry performed on stage. Day-trippers may have come to North Woolwich for the elegance of the Royal Pavilion Hotel, river views from the Barge House, but for those seeking a right-old knees-up they piled into the Three Crowns. The pub's music hall tradition continued into the 20th century. This genre is maintained up the road at the former Saint Mark's Church which is now home to the Brick Lane Music Hall.

North Woolwich : Three Crowns

Dating from the mid-1850s, the Three Crowns was once part of the estate of public-houses operated by West's Brewery Company Limited, a firm based ironically at the Three Crowns Brewery on the Hackney Road at Bethnal Green. Ownership of the Three Crowns at North Woolwich changed when West's Brewery was acquired by Hoare & Co. Ltd. in November 1929. The Three Crowns was one of 60 public houses taken over by Hoare's who were based at the Red Lion Brewery at Lower East Smithfield. Any new signs put up in North Woolwich lasted only four years because Charrington & Co. Ltd took over Hoare & Co. Ltd. in 1933.

Hoare & Co's : Imperial Ale Extra Strong Beer Label

On a Saturday afternoon in February 1884 Samuel Dolby, a drayman for West's Brewery Company, when delivering beer to the Three Crowns, suddenly heard a woman crying out for help. When he ran around his waggon he saw Frances Elizabeth Charles lying on the ground. The woman had just been stabbed by her husband John Charles. The drayman grasped the handle of butcher's knife, the blade of which was sticking in the woman's left side, and pulled it out. He told his mate to look after the woman whilst he dragged John Charles across the road and into the police station.

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It transpired that John Charles was a seaman and, on returning from a recent voyage, he "found some fault with his wife in reference to something which was alleged to have happened during his absence." Outside the Three Crowns, Frances Charles was seen by a local surgeon and conveyed to the Woolwich Union Infirmary. At the police station John Charles was charged with feloniously wounding his wife. However, this was upgraded to attempted murder.

From the Three Crowns we pedalled into the Royal Victoria Gardens. Although this is a pleasant recreational area, there is little of the old Victorian layout, largely because it suffered from bomb damage during WW2. William Holland, the proprietor of the Royal Pavilion Hotel, is credited with creating tea gardens as an extension to his hotel business. Opening in 1851, the gardens attracted visitors from the centre of London with trains from Bishopsgate and steam boats from both Hungerford Pier and London Bridge. Admission to the grounds was six-pence with Gala Nights on Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Most evenings ended with a fireworks display. By the late 1880s the visitor numbers dropped and the business failed. With funding raised through public subscription, the grounds were taken into public ownership and opened as a park in 1890.

North Woolwich of Yesteryear

North Woolwich : Ferry Paddle Steamer [c.1910]

Dating from around 1910 shows the Gordon, a ferry paddle steamer that offered a free river crossing from March 1889. The vessel was named after General Gordon of Khartoum. A sister vessel named Duncan was launched during the following month. A third side-loading ferry called Hutton. Although replaced during the inter-war years, paddle steamers continued to operate until the 1960s.

North Woolwich : Foot Tunnel [c.1912]

Designed by Sir Maurice Fitzmaurice and built by Walter Scott & Middleton, the Woolwich Foot Tunnel was opened by Lord Cheylesmore, Chairman of the London County Council, in October 1912. In the old licensing days, the pubs of North Woolwich closed at 22.30hrs which often saw a mad dash through the foot tunnel so that another beer could be ordered at Woolwich where the boozers did not call time until thirty minutes later.

North Woolwich : Royal Victoria Gardens [c.1907]

Probably taken on a Sunday afternoon or Bank Holiday, this mid-Edwardian image shows the Royal Victoria Gardens which were first opened in 1851 by William Holland, proprietor of the Royal Pavilion Hotel. In 1890 the grounds were taken into public ownership.

We had made a conscious decision to head inland at North Woolwich. I think it is possible to battle through some narrow footpaths around the gungy industrial sprawl at Beckton and Creekmouth but there is also the River Roding to consider. To be honest we had no desire to get up-close-and-personal with Beckton Sewage Treatment Works so we planned a little diversion that would be much more enjoyable on two wheels.

Royal Albert Dock [2019]

We headed north across the entrances to the Royal Docks via a relatively new flyover, part of which is named in honour of the Olympic rower Sir Steve Redgrave. The bridge passes over part of the Royal Albert Dock which is now used by the London Regatta Centre. The above photograph was taken from the bridge and shows the old Royal Albert Dock and London City Airport. As we pedalled across the bridge we encountered a man with binoculars. He was not here to spot rare birds heading towards Rainham Marshes but to tick off metal tubes landing or taking off from the airport, the airstrip for which is slap bang in the middle of the docks. Well, I guess we all have our cross to bear.

We cycled along the north side of the Royal Albert Dock and could watch rowers of different abilities as we pedalled along the waterfront. Originally planned as an extension of the Royal Victoria Dock, the Royal Albert Dock first opened to shipping in 1880 when it was widely regarded as the finest dock system in the world. One of the principal goods brought into the country at this dock was tobacco from the Americas. This was transported in large hogsheads. Following the closure of the dock in the 1980s, the site fell into decay. It has since been redeveloped with the Royal Albert Wharf housing development, along with quayside office and educational blocks.

Royal Docks : Former Connaught Tavern [2019]

The Royal Docks were served by plenty of public-houses. Amid a sea of tightly-packed housing, there was once a pub on most corners of Victoria Dock Road. The housing and pubs have long gone. There is one interesting survivor in the Connaught Tavern. The former Truman's house did close for almost two decades but was re-opened in 2003 as The Fox@Connaught. The imposing red-structure was opened not long after the Royal Albert Dock was in operation, though the hotel was aimed at passengers disembarking from ships berthing at the Royal Victoria Docks. As a business model it was doomed as the times changed. Passenger numbers declined and the building increasingly relied on trade from dock labourers. It was rather grand for a docker's boozer! Things have partly come full circle in that the old Grade II-listed hotel now enjoys trade from the hotels dotted around the periphery of the airport. Sadly, however, the interior is rather soulless and looks like, well, most large restaurant pubs, the sort operated by Wetherspoon's or Marston's.

Beckton Corridor [2019]

We made our escape from the spaghetti of busy roads and concrete and headed towards Newham City Farm, a lovely community facility opened in 1977 connecting youngsters with wildlife and animals amid an urban environment. Housing traditional farm animals and a few exotic creatures, the farm is an oasis within King George V Park. We headed along Stansfeld Road to pick up the Beckton Corridor, an arrow-straight cycle path created on the old railway once operated by the Great Eastern Railway following its original use as a line for the massive gas works close to Beckton Station. Passenger services closed in December 1940 though the line continued to be used to transport coal trucks until 1970.

Newham Town Hall at East Ham [2019]

The former railway line was nice and quiet but the road up to East Ham could not have been busier. We could have found a quieter route to Barking but we wanted to take a look at the magnificent town hall. Built in the Edwardian Baroque style, it was erected between 1901-3 with a landmark clock tower. The imposing corner building was made with London stock brick clad and glazed red Accrington brick with biscuit-coloured terracotta details. It was designed by Henry Cheers of Twickenham and Joseph Smith of Blackburn. The building was officially opened by the newspaper owner and philanthropist J. Passmore Edwards on February 5th, 1903. However, at that time the attached technical school, fire station, public baths and coroner's court were still in the planning stage.

Barking : Curfew Tower of Abbey and the Church of Saint Margaret of Antioch [2019]

We regret not having much time to explore East Ham because, in addition to the town hall, there is plenty of architectural interest. However, time was marching on and we climbed back on the bikes and headed towards Barking.

Barking is located in that contentious grey area where Greater London and Essex collide. I guess it is the old school who refuse to accept boundary changes of 1965 and defiantly proclaim themselves as staunch Essex folk rather than Londoners. I can relate to this as, nine years later, we had the new county of West Midlands imposed upon us. In the cases of Barking and Dagenham it was the post-war population growth that led to London taking 12 miles of the old county of Essex.

We would have drifted too far inland to take a look at Becontree, once the largest public housing estate in the world. Developed between 1921 and 1935, this massive development formed part of the government's "homes fit for heroes" programme. It was just about completed in time for the Luftwaffe to drop bombs on the heroes once again.

Barking : Church of Saint Patrick [2019]

The housing estate's name tips its hat to the old Hundred of the region, reminding visitors that this was once an ancient place with a royal monastery, the legacy of which is the partially-restored Curfew Tower. Within the grounds of the Abbey stands the Church of St. Margaret of Antioch, a building dating back to the early 13th century. However, it was a church of less antiquity with which we were more interested. Located in Blake Avenue, the Church of Saint Patrick is a triumph of minimalist Streamline Moderne. Constructed in the late 1930s and consecrated in July 1940, the building was designed by the Chelmsford-based progressive architect Arthur E. Wiseman, a man who worked on many cinemas in their golden age. Indeed, the interior of St. Patrick's has been compared to a cinema whilst the exterior is reminiscent of a tube station. Sadly, repeated attacks of vandalism has forced the blocking-up of the clerestory windows so the interior is no longer flooded by light as intended by the architect.

Barking : Eastbury Manor House [2019]

We cycled a few metres to Mayesbrook Road to pedal towards the arse-end of Eastbury Manor House, a lovely pile built by the prosperous merchant Clement Sysley during the reign of Elizabeth I. Acquired and restored by the National Trust, it is thought to have been the first brick-built house in the area. Actually, although I have called it the arse-end of the house, the view of Eastbury Manor House from Mayesbrook Road is the best way to appreciate the octagonal brick stair turret and the ornamental chimney stacks, an ostentatious statement of wealth by the merchant who commissioned the house. Venturing into the front garden we could admire the array of almost two dozen mullioned windows, the panes for which were imported from Italy. Oh, nearly forgot, there is an annual lavender harvest during which some workshops are held.

Leaving Eastbury Manor House we cycled along Keir Hardie Way, named in honour of the Scottish trade unionist and politician who founded the Labour Party. He won his seat in the House of Commons representing West Ham South in 1892. I love the fact that he refused to wear the "parliamentary uniform" forced upon working-class members and turned up in a plain tweed suit, a red tie and a deerstalker. Talking of left-wing politics ...

Billy Bragg : Victim of Geography

If I thought we would have had more time to devote to Barking I would have plotted a Billy Bragg tour of the town, visiting some of the landmarks of his formative years. Shops such as Guy Norris in Station Parade, a music emporium in which he worked for a short period. However, the shop has gone, along with many of the public-houses he used to frequent. In fact, his ancestors used to run the Hope & Anchor. The Bard of Barking has formed a key part within the soundtrack of our lives. Personally, I think "Levi Stubbs' Tears," a song in which the lead singer of the Four Tops remains a source of comfort to a woman who has been through the mill, is one of the most beautiful of songs in his rich canon of work. La Goddess du Vélo would select "Greetings to the New Brunette," another song from the album "Talking with the Taxman about Poetry." This is one of the Bard's comic-tragedies featuring the classic line "How can you lie there and think of England when you don't even know who's in the team?"

Dagenham : Ford Heritage Centre [Courtesy of Motoring Research]

The route from Barking to Dagenham was flatter than the flattest pancake. My perceptions of Dagenham were partly influenced by the Nigel Cole film dramatising the sewing machinist's strike at the Ford car plant which acted as a catalyst for the 1970 Equal Pay Act. Although a half-decent British film, it was a cliché-laden romanticism of life on a massive housing development. In the post-war years almost 40,000 people worked at the Ford plant. We cycled past acres of derelict land once occupied by the works. Many of the people who were around in the 1960s have also left the region which, according to The Independent in 2015, was the worst place to live in Great Britain. The newspaper also reported that Dagenham is the UK's most burgled town. I had hoped to recapture some of the old magic by sticking my head inside the Ford Heritage Collection but, apart from the odd open weekend, it is not officially open to the public.

Rainham : Clock Tower War Memorial and Church of Saint Helen and Saint Giles [2019]

Like Barking and Dagenham, nearby Rainham became part of Greater London and is in the region known as Metropolitan Essex. However, we were getting closer to the boundary line and it felt like we were in the old county. This feeling is probably due to the fact that Rainham is an old settlement and was centred around the Church of Saint Helen and Saint Giles. Mind you, this is the only ancient building remaining as much of the town was developed in the 18th and 19th centuries, a period when Rainham was visited by day-trippers who came along the river. At one time there was also a ferry between Frog Island and Jenningtree Point. In the 20th century industry and London overspill changed the character of old Rainham.

The war memorial at Rainham is unusual in that it is also a clock tower. The Grade II-listed structure was unveiled in November 1920 by Colonel F. H. D. C. Whitmore, D.S.O., in the presence of a large crowd. Constructed of red Belgian brick, with Portland stone dressings, the monument was erected by E. C. Lucy to a Georgian-styled design prepared Mr. H. A. Porter, of Grays. The hexagonal clock tower stands on a key triangular site on The Broadway. There are three dials, facing the old roads to London, Southend, and Upminster. Decorative pilasters provide the appearance of being supportive to a parapet with balustrade. The names of 61 men who were killed in World War One were inscribed on two stone tablets. The name of Ralph Luxmore Curtis is notable as the flying ace was shot down by Hermann Göring in September 1917 and died in a German dressing station. An additional inscription was added to the base of the clock tower and dedicated to the 54 men, women and children who were killed by enemy action in the Second World War.

There was a terrible incident at Rainham during World War One in which seven people were killed and 69 injured following a fire at chemical works where dinitrophenol was used in the production of munitions. However, the incident was hushed up at the time and became the subject of a 1921 ruling in which two shysters named Samuel Feldman and Robert Partridge, proprietors of the 'business' - they were essentially profiteers - were found "personally liable for damages" by the House of Lords, then Britain's highest court. It would be almost a century before a memorial of this event was planted outside the public library.

Rainham Hall [2019]

We rolled a few metres to look at Rainham Hall, a delightful example of a Dutch domestic Queen Anne style house. The three-storey brown and red brick house was built in 1729 for Captain John Harle, owner of the wharf on Rainham Creek. From the windows of this tall building the wealthy merchant could watch his ships moored at the port that he was instrumental in developing. A native of Newcastle, he traded in coal from the north-east coast, along with timber from Norway. The house was transferred to the National Trust in 1949 but it was not until a restoration of 2015 that the property was fully opened to the public. A café was established in the 18th century coach house and, accordingly, we sat in the courtyard and enjoyed tea and cake next to this elegant house.

Rainham : The Phoenix [2019]

Across the road from Rainham Hall is The Phoenix. This is an ancient name here but the inn sign hung on two older structures. The late 18th century version was completely gutted by fire in July 1891. It took only three hours for the historic tavern to be destroyed. It was reported that the occupants "had barely time to throw on a few garments and escape, so rapidly did the fire extend." Ironically, the building operated by Ind Coope, was insured in the Phoenix Office. The Romford Brewery had sent their fire engine in an attempt to save the building, though the Barking Fire Brigade had already concentrated their efforts on the neighbouring buildings as the pub was beyond salvation.

Rainham of Yesteryear

Rainham : The Broadway and Triangle [c.1912]

"This view of Rainham's triangle was captured from close to the church. Two inn signs can be seen in the distance - those of the Angel Inn on the left and the rebuilt Bell Hotel on the right. The latter closed in 2017. Indeed, Rainham has lost many of its public-houses. The Cauliflower on Upminster Road South was converted into a Balti Restaurant in the 2000s whilst The Cherry Tree was converted into a Tesco store.

Rainham : The Canteen [c.1912]

The Canteen evolved into a pub called The Albion but can be seen here before the First World War. The beer house was next to the rifle ranges to the north of Rainham in a locale known as Dovers. When this image was captured it was selling ales from the nearby Old Hornchurch Brewery Company Limited. At the end of the 19th century the brewery had an tied estate of 36 public-houses.

Rainham Ferry : Three Crowns Inn [c.1900s]

Having hopefully diverted around the gunky parts of the Thames, following our sojourn we picked up a cycle route to head towards the waterside again. So, we used the zig-zag ramps to cross the HS1 railway lines and headed along Ferry Lane which, in days of old, led to the Three Crowns Inn. Formerly known as Manor Lane, Ferry Lane is not the quiet track that used to cut through the edge of the marshes like days of old. Nowadays, it is all industry on the right-hand side of the lane and the noise of the A13 raised on pillars across the wetland. There was industry, however, on the riverside in the Victorian days, with a cement works at Old Man's Head and a chemical works on Frog Island. The regular customers of the Three Crown Inn, who look like a tough bunch, probably worked in these works close to the tavern.

Rainham : Musketry Camp [c.1914]

From Victorian times to the post-WW2 years one would have had to look out for red flags at the lower section of Ferry Lane as the road passed the Rainham rifle ranges of the Musketry Camp. A red flag indicated that firing was in operation. The raised sandbanks which can still be seen amid the marshes were used to catch the rounds or bullets being fired on the ranges. When not firing, soldiers would be detailed to operate the targets from the mantlets which afforded them protection from being shot by their comrades!

Rainham Ferry : Day-Trippers outside the Three Crowns Inn [c.1920]

There is a short footpath that leads to a vantage point of the site of the Three Crowns Inn, not that there is anything to see these days. With the industry now up to the riverside, it is hard to imagine that crowds of day-trippers used to gather on the sand and mud flats here. Locals would walk or cycle to the river whilst day-trippers would clamber off the London-to-Margate pleasure steamers when Rainham Ferry acted as a nautical bus-stop.

It is said that the Three Crowns Inn near the mouth of Rainham Creek, and once known as the Ferry House, dated from the 16th century and once served Canterbury-bound pilgrims crossing the River Thames to Erith. The isolated location of the property meant that the publican was often involved in a little smuggling. In the 18th century the sign of the French Horn hung outside the tavern but is thought to have become the Three Crowns in 1771. The tavern was destroyed in a fire during the 1830s and the house rebuilt. In the mid-19th century the building served as a chapel for the community that had sprung up in the locale.

The Clapham family kept the Three Crowns Inn for much of the Victorian period. When the elderly Jane Clapham died in August 1898 a lengthy court battle ensued over her will. The landlady left all of her estate to her grandson Harry Boys, though he was not of age. However, her family claimed that the will was "obtained by the undue influence of the grandson who became the licensee of the Three Crowns. In court it was claimed that Jane Clapham was afraid of her Harry Boys and that he had struck her and threatened to shoot her daughter Jane. However, the jury found in favour of the will on all issues.

The Three Crowns Inn closed around 1951. The premises were later used as offices by Murex Metals, a company that, during the inter-war years, acquired other premises on the riverside at Rainham. Murex, at one time the biggest employer in the area, specialised in extracting and processing rare metals including vanadium, molybdenum and zirconium. The company were acquired by British Oxygen in 1967.

Rainham Ferry : Tilda Rice Silos [2019]

We were eager to cycle next to the river as soon as possible and took a rough track along to the silos of Tilda, the rice company founded by the Ugandan refugee Rashmi Thakrar. The company's brand name is a combination of his sisters names, Tila and Daksha. He fostered a bond between farmers in Gurgaon in the Indian state of Haryana and is credited with bringing Basmati rice to the UK and the rest of the world. Tilda became a global food brand before it was acquired by the Nasdaq-listed Hain Celestial, a company that also mopped up the Linda McCartney vegetarian food brands.

Rainham Ferry : Jetty at Tilda Rice [2019]

One of the things that cycling around the coastline means is that you get to see every pier and jetty along the way. They are often irresistible to the camera and generally make for a good picture no matter how functional the structures may be. This jetty is for the unloading of rice directly into the Tilda silos where it is stored and dried before being transferred to the mill. The industrial buildings at Erith form the backdrop to the above photograph.

Some recent work on the jetty means that there is a concrete path on which to cycle but this quickly turns into a narrow gravel path. However, this is only for a short distance when it opens out into a decent rolling surface. Inland the land rises somewhat but this is not a natural hill but rather the ever-growing Rainham Landfill Site. London has a long history of dumping its crap further downstream of the city. There is a jetty at Coldharbour specifically for bringing all sorts of gunk to dump in a site measuring some 177 Hectares. Of course, the contents of the landfill often ignites and the fire brigade spend a good deal of their time tackling fires here. We passed an engine which was dealing with an incident in which the most awful obnoxious smoke was drifting towards the river. We held our breath and pedalled through as quickly as possible. Apparently, the landfill site is going to be a country park in the future. There will be no need for people to bring their own barbecue as there will be plenty of subterranean cooking facilities.

Rainham Marshes : Concrete Barges [2019]

It is only a short distance to the concrete barges. I kid you not, they are barges of a steel frame and in-filled with concrete. Avoiding the fumes from the landfill fire, La Goddess du Vélo kept on pedalling. I just stopped to take a quick photograph of the shoreline. An information board on the path states that these "concrete monoliths on the Thames foreshore are actually concrete tank 'lighters' left over from World War Two. A total of five hundred concrete lighters were built by British forces as part of the naval fleet. Tank lighters were most commonly used for carrying water or fuel." The information board also claims that these lighters may have been used in the D-Day landings of 1944 but historians have cast doubt over this. It is thought that the barges were placed near Rainham Ferry in 1953 as flood defences and simply left here.

Rainham Marshes : The Diver [Courtesy andrew_j_w licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license]

A few metres along the foreshore from the Concrete Barges stands "The Diver," a captivating sculpture created by a local artist John Kaufman. His grandfather Friederich Johann Andreas Kaufmann was a diver in the London Docks at the turn of the 20th century and this was the inspiration for this sculpture which acts as "a monument to this man and all working men of the area who have worked in difficult and dangerous conditions." Weighing three tons and constructed from galvanised steel banding and 3000 nuts and bolts, The Diver was installed here in 2000. Sadly, John Kaufman fell ill shortly afterwards and died in 2002.

Coldharbour : Cunis Wharf [2019]

The path quality is good at Coldharbour and we sped along past the jetty for the landfill barges. Erected in the late 19th century, there is a navigational beacon at Erith Rands, marked by a bend in the river. Before being reclaimed in the 17th century, Coldharbour was an island and formed part of the parish of Wennington. The path passes the disused Cunis Wharf. We can probably thank William Cunis for initiating Coldharbour as a landfill site. His company carried gravel and ballast to London and, rather than returning empty, they came back with refuse which was dumped in the worked-out gravel-pits. And when the pits were full they started on the marshland. The company operated a private rail network with steam locomotives. One of these, Avonside 1702 built in 1915, was hit by a German V2 rocket towards the end of World War 2. Note in the above photograph that in the distance the cable-stayed Queen Elizabeth II Bridge of the Dartford Crossing can be seen. Designed by German civil engineer Hellmut Homberg, the bridge was opened in October 1991 to alleviate congestion in the road tunnels following the completion of the M25 orbital.

Wennington : Aveley Bay and Sea Wall [2019]

With possible sightings of Redshanks, Shelduck, Curlews and Lapwings, the path continues along what was the edge of Aveley Marshes. This land was particularly affected during the Essex floods of August 1888. The Tomkins family, occupiers of Aveley Hall, saved over 400 sheep by using two horses that swam from point to point pulling two carts in which the livestock were transported to safety. During the flood, communication with Purfleet was entirely cut off. Flood defence work to hold back the water goes back to Norman times. In the 17th century the Wennington Creek was diverted from its original course to enable the construction of a sea wall across its mouth, thus doubling the area of freshwater grazing marsh in the parish. However, the current line of the sea wall across Aveley Bay dates from the 1980s. The cycle path runs arrow straight parallel to the grassed wall.

Purfleet : RSPB Rainham Marshes Nature Reserve [2019]

We rocked up to the RSPB visitor centre just in time for it to close. Well, we had five minutes before they turfed everyone out. Featuring solar panels, rainwater harvesting, natural light and ventilation and a ground heat exchange system, the award-winning centre was opened in 2006. Created on an area once designated as the site for the Euro Disney theme park, the reserve uses the former military firing range and has created and enhanced wet grassland and ditches to support many breeding and wintering birds. A variety of scarce wetland plants and insects can also be found here. The centre has a whiteboard on which news and sightings are flagged up so that the day's visitors know what to expect and encourages them to keep their eyes peeled. The wetland is certainly a fine place for seeing Blue-eyed Hawk Dragonflies, along with wasp spiders in the autumn.

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Purfleet : Remains of Gunpowder Wharf [2019]

Not only did we roll up to the RSPB visitor centre as it was closing, we were here when the river level was high. We are good at bad timing. If you visit during low tide then you can see part of a submerged forest on the nearby foreshore. Dating up to 6,000 years old and when sea levels were much lower, the forest consists of fallen tree trunks and roots including whole trunks of ash, alder and yew trees. The timbers seen from the bridge spanning the Mardyke River are the remains of old gunpowder wharves.

With a name meaning "boundary ditch," the Mardyke formed part of the divide between the Essex hundreds of Barstable and Chafford. There was once a water mill close to the bridge which, during the 14th century, was owned by the Knights Templar. During the First World War there was also a POW camp here.

With a fully-laden touring bike it is a tight squeeze to pass through the metal barriers placed on the bridge. These are to protect the nature reserve from speeding motorcycle joyriders, many of whom reside on the Garrison Estate on the eastern side of the river. I do have to highlight that this place has a very bad reputation. We cycled through the estate - not to prove how hard we are - but to see the place for ourselves rather than go along with all the prejudice. I have to admit that it is not a place were I would choose to live. But some people do not have a choice. In my humble opinion the design of the 1970s housing is partly to blame. The estate may have been built on a former garrison but there was no need to erect army-style housing in its place. Taking care of broken glass, when riding through the estate there was a hint of malevolence and I heard a couple of shouts and screams where some incident was seemingly about to kick-off.

Purfleet : Gunpowder Magazine No.5 [2019]

Cycling along the riverside path a former gunpowder magazine can be seen on the left - you cannot miss it! This was one of five magazines at Purfleet Barracks. The building, a Scheduled Ancient Monument, has been converted into the Purfleet Garrison Heritage and Military Centre. Run by volunteers, the former magazine contains a varied collection of military memorabilia including items from nearby RAF Hornchurch. I believe it is only on Thursday and Sunday, along with some Bank Holidays. It was always going to be closed when we rolled up because it was early evening. Built between 1761 and 1773, the magazine supplied British military establishments with gunpowder and ordnance until 1950. Each magazine could hold 10,400 barrels of gunpowder. Protected by high security walls and a garrison of soldiers, the complex included a barracks, headquarters, barrel stores and proofing house. The construction of the garrison involved the removal of three taverns in what was already a busy wharf. The Bear, The Lighter on the Ground, and the Crown Inn were all demolished in the 1760s during the redevelopment of the site.

Purfleet : Royal Hotel [c.1906]

We had a major change-of-plan at Purfleet. We had booked accommodation at the Premier Inn at West Thurrock as, like every other Premier Inn or Travelodge, we can take our bikes in the room for added security and peace-of-mind. Our original plan was to call at the Royal Hotel, the only remaining pub in Purfleet, to enjoy a beer and grab a bite to eat before heading to the motel. Although the Royal Hotel does not offer an exciting beer experience, it was in a convenient location for our journey. However, the large number of vans in the car park was a warning sign. We had arrived at the tail-end of a Friday early doors session and the place was full of builders and contractors rounding off the week with a piss-up. It was loud, the language foul and, worse still, there was only Doom Bar on tap. At times I like a rough-and-ready bar but, when on holiday and wishing to eat with La Goddess du Vélo, the place just didn't sit right. It was tempting to cycle inland to Aveley to visit the historic interior of the Ship Inn but a quick online map search suggested nowhere to keep the bikes safe. So, we did something quite unusual in that we rode into the next day's schedule and headed to Grays where there are two very fine real ale pubs. Despite it being a bit of a detour, it was an excellent decision. It would not have been possible to enjoy these pubs on the following morning so we were glad that we saw them at a proper time .... beer time.

Panic not, I will provide some information on the journey to Grays in tomorrow's route notes. However, before heading for the bar I must say a little about the Royal Hotel. The "Royal" name was applied after the hostelry was allegedly patronised by the Prince of Wales who partook in the whitebait suppers for which the place was noted. Rebuilt in the early 19th century, the hostelry was formerly known as the Bricklayers' Arms, a reference to the Bricklayers' Company of London which, under Caleb Grantham, operated several quarries in Purfleet. I guess the customers in those days were pretty rough-and-ready too'

The architectural historian Nikolaus Pevsner stated that the old tavern was rebuilt in 1830. For some years it traded as the Purfleet Tavern and, along with its stylish grandeur boasting a fine position overlooking the river, it attracted an au courant clientele of artisans, thespians and the odd politician to be bribed over a whitebait supper. It was little wonder that the Whitbread brewery became involved with the business as the family were residents of Purfleet and admired the place from their pleasure boat. Listed as the Purfleet Hotel in 1863 it gained hotel status by 1866 when John Wingrove was the licensed victualler. The landlord was seriously injured in July 1876 when he was thrown from his trap. Worse was to follow in the latter part of the Victorian period when trade fell away and John Wingrove was declared bankrupt. At least he was still alive - the hotel was used for coroner's inquests following accidents on the river. There were dozens of cases over the years, including experienced boatmen or weekend sailors.

Joseph Watson became the licensee of the Royal Hotel after returning as an invalid from the Boer War. He fell for one of the barmaids and married her in September 1903. Because of his injuries sustained in South Africa, he employed William Bedford to help with duties around the hotel. Bedford was a young lad from the training ship "Cornwall," moored in the river. He was popular and the publican promoted him, his key role being to run the billiard room. Meanwhile the landlord's wife had reportedly took to the drink. In 1905 Joseph Watson determined that she should go and live with her mother at Woodford for a while. However, word got back to the Royal Hotel that his wife was having an affair with his billiard boy William Bedford. It transpired that they had been "taking liberties" at the hotel. Humiliated, Joseph Watson took the matter to court and was granted a divorce. This was not an easy thing to do in Edwardian times but the judge, after hearing all the torrid details, felt some sympathy for the hotelier.

Before leaving the Royal Hotel take a look at the green plaque across the road which claims that Count Dracula was moved to Carfax House in Purfleet during 1897. The story goes that he was transported in 50 boxes of earth from his Transylvanian Castle. It is thought that Bram Stoker, as business manager of the Lyceum Theatre, came to Purfleet on leisurely Sunday day trips. Carfax House is thought by some to be based on Purfleet House, a retreat built by the brewer Samuel Whitbread in 1791, and the inspiration for Stoker's novel published towards the end of the Victorian period. Nobody really knows if the author visited Purfleet but, hey, let's not allow the truth to get in the way of a good story. The wall on which the plaque is mounted is a fragment of the Whitbread family home. Following the sale of Purfleet House in 1920, much of the building was demolished and the materials used for Saint Stephen's Church which stands in the grounds the brewer's residence. The rest of the property was later used as the parish offices.

Purfleet of Yesteryear

Purfleet : Military Going to the Rifle Ranges from the Railway Station [c.1912]

This view shows British soldiers crossing the footbridge at Purfleet Rifle Range Halt on their way to shooting practice. This was a separate station to that of Purfleet which opened in 1854. The Rifle Range Halt was opened in 1911, some five years after the ranges were created. The halt was located on the west side of the level crossing on Tank Hill Road.

Purfleet : River View Cottages with Post Offices [c.1912]

Dating from around 1912, this view shows what was called River View Cottages, along with Purfleet Post Office. In 2019 a general shop was still trading in the former post office. A post-box was still embedded in the wall. Mrs. Emma Barnes was the sub-postmistress at the time of this photograph.

Purfleet : Women Working at the Thames Paper Mill [1917]

Young women can be seen here hoisting a reel to a machine at the Thames Paper Mill at Purfleet. They were a small group of 74 women who worked in the mill during World War One.

Purfleet Terminal Football Team [c.1936]

The trophies on display show that Purfleet Terminal Football Team were a force to be reckoned with in the 1930s. The team were the Essex Junior Cup Winners in 1935-36. Some of the players standing in the back row include Todd Collins, Chris Waterman and Bill Parker. The seated players on the front row include Ted Bailey, George Waterman and Jim Ryan. I think the team may also have been known as Anglo Purfleet - perhaps somebody out there knows all about Essex footy?

Grays : Inn Sign of the White Hart [2019]

If we had been heading to the Premier Inn we would have taken a look at High House and its restored octagonal brick dovecote. However, we were going directly to Grays without passing Go and sans two hundred in beer funds. What's an extra ten kilometres when there is good beer on offer? When on our travels at faraway places we do a little research beforehand. When choosing which pubs to visit on our travels we tend to steer towards traditional houses selling good beer and buildings that are of historic or architectural interest. If the prerequisites are combined it is a 'must-visit' pub. The White Hart at Grays ticks a number of our boxes. Painted by the noted artist, Peter J. Oldreive, the White Hart even has a fine inn sign hanging outside. Like his father and grandfather before him, Peter became a commercial artist. He studied Decorative Arts at Portsmouth College before a freelance career in which he produced a few thousand inn signs for breweries. The majority of his work was for Whitbread. He also produced backdrops and murals for the film industry. In retirement he still continued to paint, his key interest being in aviation.

Grays : The White Hart [2019]

The White Hart has seen considerable change over the years. Not only has the role of the historic tavern altered, the building is different, in a slightly altered position, and in a street that has virtually vanished. Indeed, the pub has lost its old address. It would be hard to change anything else outside. Sadly, a few things have also been altered inside, but there are still enough original features of this late 1930s building for it to be listed by Historic England and to be recognised as an important survivor of the inter-war improved public-house.

Grays : White Hart Inn [1930]

The earlier White Hart Inn was a lovely-looking weather-boarded building dating from the 18th century, possibly earlier. Located at the heart of the busy port of Grays, many a bawdy night would have been enjoyed in the old White Hart. The port had more taverns than was required by the local inhabitants but were filled with visiting seafarers which often made for a riotous affair. It was great to see that the pub is still one of great vibrancy. We called in the early evening of a Friday and the main bar was heaving. The beer garden was also full.

Grays : Former Saloon Bar of the White Hart [2019]

Oddly, nobody was using what I think is the most attractive part of the interior of the White Hart, that of the old saloon bar [this is to the right looking from the front of the building] At one time this room had a sliding wooden partition but this has sadly been removed. However, the attractive back bar structure is original and features a display parapet incorporating lettering for Charrington's ales. Beneath the clock there is a dumb waiter connecting to a kitchen above. The curved glazed screen separated the saloon bar from the off-sales department where customers used a vestibule accessed by a dedicated entrance.

Grays : Guest Ales at the White Hart [2019]

The main bar was formerly a public and private bar but has been opened out to create a larger room. The smaller private bar also had a curved glazed screen separating it from the outdoor. Only the wooden frame survives. There is, in my humble opinion, too much clutter inside the pub, particularly flags and it would benefit from some minimalisation. But enough of the pub tour, let's get to the servery and order some beer. It was quite a ruck to get to the counter but a good tactic for cyclists is to leave your helmet on. This guarantees that the people serving behind the counter notice you! Despite working their socks off, the women behind the servery were really friendly. There was a fine selection of real ales on offer, none of which I had previously drank. What the heck, the only thing to do in such circumstances is to order one of everything. All were in great shape so it came as no surprise to learn that the White Hart had landed the South West Essex CAMRA Branch [Essex Area] Pub of the Year award.

Hartford End : Letterhead of T. D. Ridley & Sons

The Brimstone was a decent session ale from the Bishop Nick Brewery which is run by Nelion Ridley, part of the family that once owned the much-loved Essex brewery mopped up, along with an estate of 73 tied houses, by Greene King in 2005. Located at Hartford End, the brewery had been in operation by the Ridley family since 1842. After a spell working as a teacher, Nelion Ridley, a son of the last chairman of the company, started cuckoo brewing at the Felstar Brewery and supplied the Compasses Inn at Littley Green, a pub run by his brother. The brewery's name is an ancestral reference to Bishop Nicholas Ridley who was burned at the stake in 1555 for championing the Protestant cause against Mary Tudor. Clocking in at 3.9%, Brimstone is a red copper ale with a light citrus hop flavour. A nice opener at the White Hart.

Billericay Zeppelin

We sat in the sunshine within the White Hart's beer garden and enjoyed another Essex beer. I do not know if it is a policy of the White Hart but it is great to enjoy locally-brewed ales when on our travels. Though billed as an amber ale, I thought that the Billericay Zeppelin was a similar colour to Bishop Nick's Brimstone. Although dropping very slightly in alcoholic strength, this 3.8% biscuity/smoky number boasted a more robust character - another enjoyable session ale. No prizes for guessing where this brewery is located! Trevor Jeffrey, proprietor of the microbrewery, first produced ales in 2012 but did not establish his own plant until 2014. This recipe, formerly called Dead Zeppelin, commemorates the shooting down of a Zeppelin airship in September 1916 at Great Burstead near Billericay. After discarding bombs near Purfleet, the airship, commanded by Werner Petersen, was shot down by the fighter pilot Lieutenant Fredrick Sowery. The German bomber crashed at Snails Farm, killing all 22 crewmen. Despite the loss of life, the incident boosted the morale of people living in the south-east who had been terrified by the Zeppelin bombing raids.

Nethergate Old Growler

Enjoyable as the first two beers were, the pièce de résistance at the White Hart was the rather lovely Old Growler, a porter that has won Overall Champion at the CAMRA Winter Beer Festival on two occasions. This beer had also travelled a relatively short distance from the Essex/Suffolk border. The pump clip certainly states Essex but, rather confusingly, the brewery has moved across the River Stour on a couple of occasions. Nethergate Brewery was first established at Clare in Sussex by Ian Hornsey and Dick Burge. However, in 2005 they upped sticks and moved to Pentlow in Essex. In 2017 following a takeover, the brewery was moved two miles to Long Melford, a village in Suffolk, but I believe they have retained the Essex premises for some brewing - hence the Essex reference on the pump clips. Mind you, this could have been an older pump clip as it shows the Growler name and bowler hat version which I think was the idea of the former Adnam's trio who took over firm in 2010. The Nethergate name was reinstated when Dick Burge, one of the founders of the business, led a consortium to buy back the company in recent years. One thing is for sure, on the evidence of the beer tonight, Old Growler is top pedigree.

Grays : Brewery and Maltings of Seabrooke & Sons Ltd.

Topping up on the Old Growler, it was most agreeable to be sat in the beer garden after a day on the bikes. The rear of the White Hart is not as attractive as the harmony of frontage. The building was erected to the rear of the older White Hart, at a time when the High Street was re-aligned. I couldn't help but wonder what the old place was like, a tavern kept by the wig-maker Benjamin Chesterton and his wife Susannah in the late 18th century. The tavern was once operated by Seabrooke & Sons Ltd., a brewery located a short distance away and founded in 1799 by the brick-maker Thomas Seabrooke. The old brewery was much closer to river on the High Street but moved to a larger premises on two occasions in the 19th century. The business passed to son Charles and, later, to his grandchildren. The Seabrooke family were still running the business when Charrington's acquired the company and its large estate of public-houses in 1929. The brewery was closed soon after, though the buildings served as a laundry for many years. The buildings were demolished in 1969.

Like many taverns next to a wharf with sailors coming and going, the White Hart could be a rough-hole at times. Trying to keep order was not without risk. Elizabeth Howe, wife of the landlord, was assaulted by a roughneck in April 1887 when she tried to get rid of him. William Frost, publican at the end of the Victorian period, threw Emily Page into the street during a drunken session with two men in which she was singing, dancing and "pulling her clothes up." The wife of a barge captain, she was known to frequent the White Hart with different men when her husband was at sea. Today, the White Hart still has some boisterous behaviour which makes for a lively atmosphere. It seems like an excellent boozer.

Grays : Theobold Arms [1930]

We could have happily lingered for a session at the White Hart but within a few wheel revolutions there is another good pub in Grays. It is also one of the oldest public-houses of the former High Street. And like the White Hart, the Theobald Arms was once operated by Seabrooke & Sons Ltd. Indeed, at one time the local brewery had a virtual monopoly of beer sales in Grays. In the above photograph the pub can be seen in 1930 just after Charrington's had acquired the brewery and estate of public-houses. The company rebuilt the White Hart but elected to tidy up the Theobald Arms. They evidently did not skimp on the renovations which cost £2,369. The plumber's yard to the right of the pub was also owned by the brewery and rented out to W. J. Wilmott. At the time of the 1930 photograph the pub was run by George Wild. He handed over to Henry and Margaret Barrell in 1934.

Grays : Inn Sign of the Theobald Arms [2019]

The inn sign commemorates the Theobald family who were Lords of the Manor in the mid-18th century. The manor had previously been owned by the Palmer family before it was sold to James Theobold in 1754. It was a good time to buy because Grays Thurrock was about to grow considerably and the land value soared. Following his death, the manor passed to his wife Jane, though by 1817 it was held by Thomas Poole who had taken the surname of Theobald. Later in the century James Theobald granted almost 1,000 leases for building on his land. He was elected a Member of Parliament for Romford. In March 1894 he died following an accident at Romford railway station. He was rushing to catch a London-bound train that was leaving the platform. He grabbed a handle to jump aboard but lost his footing and fell between the carriage and the platform and was dragged some thirty yards before the train could be stopped. He suffered considerable injuries but insisted on being conveyed by stretcher to the Golden Lion Hotel. His wife was sent for and was in attendance when he died several hours later. Some months before his death, James Theobald had sold the freehold reversions of most of the leases to Sir Julian Goldsmid. The remainder of his estate was broken up and sold. Grays Hall and the manorial rights were acquired by the Seabrooke family.

Like the neighbouring White Hart, the Theobald Arms has had a few ding-dongs over the years. In September 1883 Henry Lazell was charged with kicking-off in the pub and for assaulting John Warren. In April 1890, when Thomas Baldwin was the publican, Robert Hawkes entered the pub and starting shouting and swearing so he was told to leave. This maddened Hawkes who threw a glass at the publican. He had the brass neck to walk into the Theobald Arms on very next day so Thomas Baldwin ordered him out. On this occasion the unwanted customer put the windows in. In the same decade George Smith got himself so plastered he fell into the creek opposite the pub. He was lucky in that he did not drown but it was with some difficulty that he was extricated from the deep mud. His saviours handed him over to Sergeant Wapling who carted him off to the police station where his clothes were removed and he was thoroughly scrubbed, cleaned and wrapped up in flannels. He fared better than a man called Mansfield who, along with two drinking pals, met up at the Theobald Arms and launched into a right old session in April 1901. They proceeded to four other public-houses and drank 15 pints of beer. Mansfield was so drunk he had to be lifted into a cart but on reaching home he was found "quite dead."

Grays : Theobald Arms [2019]

On our visit to the Theobald Arms we did not witness any of the above nonesense. It would be harsh to state that the pub was rather staid compared to the White Hart. It was certainly less animated. However, this traditional house boasts a very convivial atmosphere and I liked the place and, indeed, the excellent choice of real ales. The two pubs seemingly vie for the Pub of the Year award and the Theobald Arms proudly displays the pump clips of ales that have been drawn up the pipes from the cellar over the years. The pub also stocks a range of bottled beers from UK breweries. There is a slightly faded sign for the Mighty Oak Brewing Company on the exterior wall of the Theobald Arms - it was too busy to ask if there was a link between the Maldon-based brewery and the pub. This Essex brewery hit the headlines a few years back when their Oscar Wilde Oscar scooped the Supreme Champion award at the Great British Beer Festival.

Pump Clip of 4T's European Ale Ale

With the Brexit debate in full swing we opted for some European Pale Ale, a 3.7% beer with floral notes and a pleasant hoppy kick for such a low abv. This is probably because, in addition to Magnum hops, the brewer, Jordan Millington, slings in some Aurora, Bobek and Perle hops during production - a bit like a small nation state punching above its weight. Although not a local ale, we have not stumbled upon cask ales by this brewery so we had to vote 'yes.' 4T's was started in 2010 in a garage by John Wilkinson, a man who had previously worked as a drayman for Tetley Walker before running the Wilkies Tavern in Warrington. After a spell brewing up in Runcorn, the brewery returned to Warrington in 2015. John Wilkinson and Jordan Millington also dabbled with a smaller brewery set-up in the former Wilkies Tavern. This was known as the 2&9 Brewery.

Clearly, what we should have done was find an AirBnB place in Grays so that we could launch into a session at these two fine pubs. Sadly, we had to tear ourselves away and head back to West Thurrock to check into the Premier Inn. If we were not losing the light we would have ridden through Chafford Gorges Nature Park. We ended up cycling through part of the Lakeside Shopping Centre, a vast shrine to corporate homogeneity. You could level the same argument against Premier Inn but they serve a purpose for cyclists where a bicycle can be taken inside for added security. That said, this particular Premier Inn was particularly poor and could not even rustle up some porridge for breakfast. It is also quite dangerous to reach on two wheels. But it is no good dwelling on this part of the day because we had enjoyed an excellent adventure along a largely urban and industrial part of the River Thames.

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