Not too bad a day weather-wise today. I t was supposed to
rain abut 1600 and it did the forecasters do seem to get it right more often
than not.
With our packed lunch we set off for the local station despite
thee overground trains from our station not running today we were easily able to
get to the city simply by catching the southern instead. Then a walk across
London bridge and we were soon attracted by the advertising banners of the
Cheapside Fayre. There were some interesting demonstrations by blacksmiths and
farriers and one that intrigued us was a primitive wood turning lathe driven by
foot pedal power. As we watched the
blacksmiths working with their red hot metal the bells of St. Mary le Bow. Church
began to ring out.
Home of the famous Bow bells, that you must be born within
the sound of to be able to call yourself a cockney. I’m, a sucker for an old
church and the inviting peal of those bells was too hard to resist. We were
lucky enough to tack ourselves a departing tour, led by none other than George
bush. No the ex-president of the states
isn’t moonlighting as a tour guide, This George bush is the rector of the
church. During the Norman period, the church wad known as “St Mary de Arcubus”
was built and was famed for its two arches (“bows”) of stone. The name ‘le Bow’
is said to come from the Norman arches (it was apparently initially known as St
Mary de Arcubus) which stand in what is now the crypt. The church was destroyed
in the great fire of London and the extensively damaged by German bombing in April
1914. The building we were in, though rebuilt in the Wren style, was not
completed until the 1960s
I googled it when we got home
and discovered that it was originally
designed as the headquarters of the Port of London Authority by renowned
architect Sir Edwin Cooper in 1922, has received planning consent from the City
of London Corporation to be developed into a luxury hotel.
Close by was a
memorial garden dedicated to the members of the Merchant Navy who lost their lives
during the first and second world wars. My maternal grandfather was a member of
the merchant service whose ship was sunk by a German mine off Farewell Spit at
the top of the South island of NZ. Had
and the entire crew not survived his name could well have been inscribed on the
walls of the memorials.
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