Saturday, 1st July
"All afternoon planes came over…….
At 6 I met James at Kings Bench Walk and we tubed to East Aldgate. We walked down the Commercial Road to the river. God, the squalor, the desolation and the dreariness of the East End! We passed one beautiful church, burnt out, which I said must be by Vanbrugh. J. identified it from his pocket guide-book as St. George's-in-the-East, by Hawksmoor. The pinnacled square towers like those of All Souls gave the clue. "
St. George's-in-the-East, 1714-26, by Nicholas Hawksmoor (successor to Wren and Vanbrugh)
"We were smartly dressed underneath, but wore over our suits dirty old burberries buttoned up to the chin.. We went into a pub for a drink, and a robot [V1 or doodlebug] came over, nearer and nearer, exploding a few yards away. The pub keeper turned us out and shut the door, saying he had had enough for one day. We wished him good luck. 'All the best,' he said.
We wandered through Wapping, to Wapping Old Stairs where Judge Jeffreys was captured trying to escape to France dressed as a sailor. Then to the Prospect of Whitby on the water, with its rickety galleries built over the river on piles."
"We found Philip Toynbee there with a pretty little girl, a Communist. We sat together on the gallery drinking beer and eating sandwiches, watching large boats struggle up the river, pirouette in front of us and retreat into the docks. From here Jamesey saw his first robot . It scurried through the clouds at a great rate and seemed to be circling and not going straight. By 9.30 the inn was full, and a piano and a clarinet were playing hot music. Women sang into a harsh microphone, sailors stamped, and peroxide blondes and the worst characters of London danced like dervishes. It was a strange, gay, operatic scene. ...
Slept in John Fowler's Anderson shelter on the top bunk, which was very luxurious, although there were as many as five of us in the shelter. A noisy night, but quieter at dawn. Incessant jokes and hoots of laughter non-stop. In fact we laughed ourselves to sleep. Nobody woke before 10.15."
Prophesying Peace James Lees-Milne 1944
The Prospect of Whitby is one of London's oldest riverside pubs, frequented by Pepys, as well as Judge Jeffreys who lived nearby, and Thackeray, Turner, Dickens and Whistler among many. Built in 1520, it was known as the Devil's Tavern for the smugglers and thieves it attracted. In 1777 it was renamed The Prospect, after a Whitby collier of that name which was moored nearby.
Its rebuilt street facade, No. 57 Wapping Wall, E1. The flagstone floor is its oldest part.
It would be appropriate if those hanging baskets contained fuchsias, for the story is that in the Prospect a sailor sold an unknown plant to a nurseryman, and so the fuchsia was introduced to England.
It was Frenchman Charles Plumier who discovered the fuchsia in the Caribbean c. 1703, and named it after the 16th century botanist Leonhart Fuchs (this helps with the spelling as the English pronounciation has softened the 'k' sound). Various versions mention a Captain Firth of Hammersmith and a plantsman, Mr Lee; what is confirmed is that in 1788 Kew Gardens acquired a fuchsia plant from a Captain Firth, and the Prospect of Whitby was always a meltingpot of classes and occupations, where a sailor might have met a nurseryman, and was a source of exchanges of all kinds, for centuries here on the Thameside.
Wappng from Rotherhithe J.M. Whistler c. 1861
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