We used to go down to Bournemouth for every one of our holidays; Whitsun, Easter, Summer, Christmas (some) and even some Half-Terms! We must have made our plans about when to meet at Waterloo, by letter or maybe by phone (our home number was Silverthorn 2003, what was yours?).
...well all I can recall is that it was Elmbridge exchange which became 01-399-???? (Turns out, after some research, it was 01-399-0386! - so well remembered!) I don't think we had a phone in the days prior to 1967. I had to walk to the shops outside the post-office and use the phone box. There was no dial. I had to ask the operator for Silverthorn 2003 and then do the Button A or Button B thing.
In those days you would have to ask people "are you on the phone?" to see if they had a phone at home or not!
Either that or we'd have to write to each other using a sheet or two of Basildon Bond! I remember my Mum was keen on the pale blue version which had a white, lined sheet (also a blotting page?) that you had to put beneath the sheet being written on so you could write neatly (and Basildon Bond could save money by not having to print each sheet with a faint line!)
Up the steps and then pound up the stairs, get out of my school clothes and then rush back down with my pre-packed suitcase!
Then dash down the road to the bus stop and wait for the 102 (there were other routes; 6B, 38, 69, 72, 102A, 121, 212, 249, 254, 257, ?? - try out routes here - click on the routes menu and choose a number).
On 5th May 1948, AEC Regents were introduced to the 102 route. But I would have caught an AEC Regent III RT which replaced them on the 17th October 1951. No Routemasters yet as they were not introduced until the 21st June 1963.
I would have had no more than an 8-minute wait (see caption right)
I distinctly remember waiting for it to come, looking into the distance and then, at last, it would appear. I'd put out my arm to stop the bus as it drew nearer (even though it was not a "Request Stop" but just to be sure!). Jump on to the rear platform by gripping the cream plastic-coated ribbed pole and get the conductor to put the suitcase under the stairs.
Nip upstairs to either the front or rearmost seats and then pay my 1d when the conductor came up to collect my money. From the vantage point, I could see across the coal staithes and coal trucks where the "coal men" were filling up coal sacks for distribution to the houses. They had a sort of leather hat-come-neck-and-shoulder cape arrangement that meant they could hoist the sacks on their backs whilst keeping a lit roll-up clenched between their lips.
When the bus turned right at the "Bull and Crown" pub.........................
................ I'd get ready to see if I could catch a glimpse of my Mum who worked in the Accounts office of a haberdashery shop in Station Road, North Chingford, called Uglows. The office was above the shop and it looked out onto the main road.
As an aside, I wonder why so many shops had awnings (left). I distinctly recall watching shopkeepers pulling them out with long poles with hooks on the end. You just don't see that anymore, do you? So, what was their purpose? I can suggest a few; to allow potential customers to examine their stock in their window displays whilst it was raining in the hope that they might buy something rather than scurrying home to get out of the wet OR to stop the sun fading the items in the window OR, in the case of butchers, bakers and fishmongers stopping the sun causing the foodstuffs to deteriorate in the heat. Come to think of it, perhaps those type of shops still use them? What do you reckon?
Interesting that you should have your attention drawn to shop awnings by that photo. They were certainly almost de rigueur in the 50/60s. I think you're right in what you say of their purpose and in those days they were considered almost essential.
Google says:- Shop Awnings for high street retail shops are used for many reasons for the protection of the displays and control of summertime heat and sunshine through to providing an outside area for customers with a pleasant atmosphere created and protect them from the sun and rainfall.
With ticket and change pushed firmly in my pocket I'd now need to work out which platform the “London train” is in, hauled by an N7 tank engine.
I’d choose a compartment in one of the red carriages. The compartments were self-contained with no connection to other compartments and, having no corridors, nor to other coaches. These were introduced in 1928 as LNER Quint-Art sets designed by Sir Nigel Gresley. There were 5-car sets, and the articulated bogies effectively joined the carriages together rather than bogies. In the peak hours, these operated as 10-car sets.
Above - Two very evocative shots that, whilst not precisely on the Liverpool Street to Chingford line (they are on one that spurred off just before Hoe Street station in Walthamstow and ran slightly north and ended in Bishop's Stortford) they do accurately capture those days. They need to be clicked on to see them in full size to be best appreciated and to feel the soot and grime! Copyright Alan Lewis Chambers
And here's a video (right) showing the station and the old N7s and coaching stock from about 5m 15s onwards
I found this 5-minute video (left) on London suburban routes featuring the N7 locos and LNER Quint-Art coach sets. I have tried to improve the colour and sharpness of the original but it was pretty poor (quite usual for the era) and variable with some sections under-exposed and some over.
Regrettably, Chingford is only covered in the final 30 seconds but it's nice to see it!
Interesting film about the N7s and the general area from Liverpool Street. Whilst we took it all then as the way things had always been, looking back from here it looks like WW2 had only just ended.......which I suppose it had! Coal dust, dirt, smoke and steam everywhere and blokes working their asses off to keep it all running. Aaah, good old Chingford! I can still hear the burbling sound of a decelerating Morris Minor down Dale View Avenue even now.
N7s were "shedded" at Enfield
I do remember Chingford station and taking an N7 steam hauled train to Liverpool Street in the old red wooden carriages. Smokey, sooty and leisurely are words that come to mind plus that Strawberry aroma you mentioned (page 16) around Stratford or Bethnal Green. Didn't the N7s make that rhythmic sound of the Westinghouse air brake pump when stationary? I remember too when the 305 electrics took over what a stunning difference they made being so ...erm modern!
The electrified service which started on 18 June 1962 had trains running every 10 minutes with additional services during the hours. The basic pattern was soon revised to every 20 minutes as much business had by this point been lost to road traffic.
Waiting, at the head of the platform at Chingford Station, for the scheduled departure time to set off for Liverpool Street.
Then I enjoy the ride into Liverpool Street, past all the houses and factories - one of which produced an incredibly strong smell - a sort of strawberry Trebor sweet smell!
I can smell it now!
I have since discovered that the smell emanated from a company called W J Bush & Co. in Ash Grove, near Bethnal Green, which was a manufacturer of flavourings and essential oils.
I start looking out for other trains as we approached the East Coast Main Line junction at Bethnal Green Station, a few miles before the terminus. Here I would see 0-6-0 diesel shunters as well as A3 Pacifics, etc. before going into the tunnel that led to Liverpool Street station......................
Bethnal Green - wasn't that about where the soapy bubble-gum aroma emanated from?
Yes, it was.
Note my arrival platform in the distance above. I walk past the station porter who is sweeping up after the platform concourse has been washed by a little truck with circulating twin brushes (an activity I now recall having seen this image!) .....and then pop into the "Refreshments Room" and buy a sugar-glazed ring doughnut (American style!) that were fantastic!
You didn't tell me you'd already had a doughnut!...
I think I only used to grab one only on our weekend trainspotting forays, to be fair. No time to waste on this journey! Then down the steps to the tube.............
The tube train arrives and once the doors slide open I step inside.
Get on the unique train (right).
This line was and still is, the only tube line that is self contained, with no connection to the rest of the system "Underground" Rail system.
These Bulleid designed trains, the second type on the line, dated from 1940 and were also unique.
Owned by, at first the LSWR then the Southern Railway, followed by BR and then transferred to TFL.
Meanwhile, on the other side of London, after a slightly later end of school......
I can well remember the butterfly feeling in my stomach on the last day of the school summer term when walking, or even jogging, home in anticipation of catching the train from Berrylands to meet you at Waterloo.
Me too!
I believe I left Junior school at about 3.30 pm in those days (but we have now established we had an early end of day on the last day of term so all subsequent times remembered originally have been updated accordingly) and would have trotted down Grand Avenue to 27 Rose Walk, which I suppose might have taken about 20 minutes. And 20 minutes only because I certainly wouldn’t be taking the usual route by the wooded stream and messing about with mud, sticks or swinging on ropes with school buddies on a day like this; the last day of term.
In my mind, it would have been a sunny afternoon. Isn’t it always when looking back?
Yes - I can actually remember the weather on the day of the journey to meet you described above and it was hot and sunny!
I would have dashed indoors, grabbed my pre-packed, young man-sized, suit-case and....
.....headed round to Berrylands station ‘tout (de) suite’.
I suppose it must have been about a quarter to 3 by then; under the railway arch, up all those steps which I often used to count (about 38), buy a half single to Waterloo (remembering to be polite to Ticket Office Clerk who could be a bit prickly....I once jokingly said to him, 'Single to Waterloo, please...chop chop! ...and he ticked me off for being cheeky!) and out onto the tarmaced wooden platform.
I remember that from going up to the platform when I was visiting you for a weekend. Do you remember the echoing sound our feet made tramping up the steps within the canopy?
The platform and buildings, being predominantly of timber, gave off that wood-treatment aroma which occurs under gentle heat. Had I missed the train? I’m guessing it would have been due about 2:55 pm.
Whilst I waited, this (below) came thundering through - en route to Waterloo.
Berrylands station, opened in October 1933 and constructed with wooden platforms, was built to serve new housing developments and the cost of the station was financed by the local developers as a marketing ploy to attract London commuters to the area. Hersham station, further west along the L&SWR main line was also built in a similar style and for the same reason.
I'd forgotten how flipping impressive these things are when running at or near their maximum speeds pulling a full load!
No wonder we enjoyed watching them pass through Berrylands at full pelt/tilt. They move around a bit as well!
Quite a few shots taken at Brockenhurst and possibly Christchurch in that collection. Watching those engines pitch and sway, what still fascinates me is how 1" of flange on the wheels can keep 100 tons of steel and water on the rails whilst moving at 70 odd mph.
I guess it was highly dependant on regular track maintenance. Any sharp curve or gradient change would have led to derailment.
If you can remember, you could see down the quadruple track towards Surbiton for over a mile before it curved away in the cutting and any approaching train would slowly grow like a shadowy individual worm from around the corner before straightening out and heading closer. Good, here it was!
Do you remember how the Bulleid 4 sub emus used to rock from side to side like a baby’s cradle? I can imagine it now, a sort of slothful lumbering motion that only those units demonstrated. On reflection I think Mr Bulleid must have overlooked the need for lateral shock absorbers on them. Later British Rail similar emus sported shock absorbers set outside between the bogie and the coach frame presumably to stop the swaying motion.
Anyway, once onboard…with suit-case…the 4 sub would set off with a groan towards New Malden. I’m afraid I still remember the station sequence due to having made the journey so frequently and thus after New Malden, it would be Raynes Park with the strange off-set platform arrangement, Wimbledon with its gloomy, multi-girdered, wide over-bridge, then up and over the fast lines on the fly-over through to Earlsfield, then Clapham Junction; leaning awkwardly to the curve, Vauxhall and finally sweeping round the reverse curves into Waterloo.
Past the distinctive white Deco signal box, over the girder bridge and then it would be a lurch and hard right swing over the points usually into platform 1. The echoes of Waterloo come to mind as I step off the train and stumble with suitcase past the gnarled, slightly bristly-faced ticket collector with roll-up in his mouth and on through the platform gates.