The weekend is all about London Herstory Guided Walks, the walks from a female perspective, as guided by Mandy Morrow. Today, a new walk for Mandy - Bloody Brilliant Bermondsey Women. Oh, and if you sign up to her newsletter, you get the next walk half price! I saw that offer in time for this walk.
Went to bed in decent time, for once - and got the bus down there. Not much difference in travel time from the Tube, actually.
Weirdly, again, Google Maps was telling me that the bus stopped just past the bridge - now, I was checking, and no it doesn't! It'd have been handy if it did, of course - but no, it stops in the bus station. Whence I made my way down to Duke Street Hill, and schlepped up the road until I found the guide. Who was where she'd said she'd be - not where the Meetup map had her, mind, but hey. We all found her.
I adore this part of town - was most jealous to find out that others in the group do live there. Tons of history - and just that bit disreputable. We went into King's College, where Virginia Woolf apparently studied:
and no tour of the area would be complete without a stop at The George!
Soon, we were at Crossbones Graveyard - once for prostitutes, then for the destitute in general:
The prostitutes of the area were known as the Winchester Geese - licenced by the Bishop of Winchester, and paying him tribute. Now, for all the times I've been past here, I'd never been inside - as it happens, today, we came across the guy locking the gate. And he was only delighted to take us in and show us around! The entrance is in the shape of a goose's wing:
One statuette was donated by a Mexican diplomat!
There's some poetry:
There's a poignant suicide corner:
and oh! this is lovely. Apparently, it's a Japanese tradition - if you lose a child - to erect a mizuko in the garden, in remembrance:
The little one in the picture? Thrown over the wall, when the graveyard was closed - they decided it was appropriate to erect it with the others!
The donation box is a reproduction of the skull of one of the last people buried there - Elizabeth Mitchell, who died in her late teens, of syphilis. Hence the pockmarked skull - this one, however, was made from 2p coins!
Seriously, this was a highlight of the walk. Highly recommended that you visit, if you have the chance.
This was an area obviously keen to be of assistance - we couldn't stop anywhere, but someone was out and ready to add something! Like in Red Cross Garden:
Also has a library - one of those bring a book, leave a book initiatives. Fantastic community spirit, which we could do with more of in general.
The Church of St. George the Martyr incorporates part of the old Marshalsea prison, where Charles Dickens' father was imprisoned:
Sometimes, the female connection led us to some interesting sights. This, for example, was designed by a female architect, who had a thing for blue people:
Some plaques speak for themselves:
One of the most enjoyable features of the walk was the streets we walked through, lined with converted warehouses. And with surprising views:
Terrific walk, I have to say! A real winner. And for all the times I've been in the area, this was an almost completely new route.
Afterwards, we repaired to the Dean Swift for a drink - or several. At the cheapest price I've seen since I came to London, who could blame us? And a most convivial evening was had. When we parted, I headed for the nearest eatery - which turned out to be Cote. Where I was well fed - but in order to get the bill, had to get up and put my coat on. Usually works! In all though, an excellent day.
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