The road from the west to the Mossy Well runs through woodland. Once the trees would have extended much further. Now the Mossy Well has become the North London suburb of Muswell Hill and the forest has shrunk to two small patches along either side of the main road from Highgate tube.
Tag Archives: History
The A1 runs 610 kilometres from London to Edinburgh. It has been designated the A1 for exactly 100 years
One of a series of posts exploring the obscure landmarks of London. This time Markfield Park – now an art gallery but once a sewage works.
This ancient Yew Tree stands in the churchyard in the village of Totteridge on the very edges of London. It is reputedly 2000 years old. What has it seen?
The People’s Stone
The People’s Stone or the Freedom of Speech Stone stands on Hampstead Heath on the climb towards Parliament Hill. I have been unable to find out much about it beyond the fact that it may have once been a place where people congregated to protest or to speak out on controversial matters, a little bit like Speaker’s Corner in Hyde Park.
In 1833 six farm workers in the village of Tolpuddle, Dorset, seeing their living standards plummet, combined together to protect their wages. They were prosecuted and transported to Australia. Tens of thousands of protestors set off from Copenhagen Fields (the later site of this clocktower) to petition for their return. Their campaign was successful and the men were freed.
The Hardy Tree
From St Pancras International trains run to places as diverse as Luton, Sheffield and Paris. Just after they have left the station they will pass a small church standing in an old churchyard.
A photograph is a 2D representation of a 3D world; it is also an single moment trying to represent a 4D world
“The most solemn and awfull appearance”
A ideologically driven party forms the government and starts splashing the cash on vanity projects.
The Great Eastern
This is the first in an occasional series of posts looking at a particular place and events that happened there in the past. When I take a photograph I am always struck by that sense of moment it represents; for a fraction of a second I captured this instant. In that moment I also feelContinue reading “The Great Eastern”