Next I was off on a memory lane journey … but the
brain intervened so a little more history is added in …
| Portobello Lane - c 1900 |
… and have noted that it is the final day of the virtual
2020 Notting Hill Festival … good
timing?! Well other things happened so here we are a day later ...
Also just to muddle me and you … I see the route of the Notting Hill Carnival now passes along ‘my street’ - when it's not virtual!
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| Arundel Gardens - I lived in a flat in about the middle of the left terrace ... these trees are 'new' ... comparing the picture below the trees were probably put in for the Millennium |
I remember it well … as I’ve just wilted here in 2020!
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| Depiction of the Hyde Park toll - further west ... the area was distinctly in the hands of the highwayman |
Mid 1700s – the Notting Hill turnpike toll-gate was established on the main Oxford to London road at the junction with Portobello Lane …
… a lane running north from the gravel pits of
Kensington to the open country and manorial lands granted in the 11th
century … it was through wooded pasture dotted with farming settlements …
… I saw this description on the speculative development
of the Ladbroke Estate for most of the 1800s:
“it was like
the Wild West, a tangled web of capitalism with developers going bankrupt,
buying land off each other … swapping land parcels etc …”
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| Depiction of The Great Exhibition opened by Queen Victoria in 1851 |
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| The Crystal Palace being opened by Queen Victoria in 1851 |
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| Notting Hill Hippodrome - the area where the horses would be stabled and looked after - often in filthy conditons ... |
The eastern part (Portobello side) was developed, but the western part was really run down into the 1900s …
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| Portobello Lane to the right (east) of the Hippodrome - 1841 - showing no development at all ... within one hundred years it was completely urbanised |
The race course failed … the heavy clay soil proved
unsuitable for racing … but speculative land development was there for the
taking, or losing, and retaking … as the needs of the local population dictated.
| Booklet I've kept - a Brief Survey of the origin, development administration of our communal Garden within the Ladbroke Estate |
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| You can just see he three bedroom windows at the very top - that's where I lived. |
Here’s her quote – pertinent to the times – twenty + years later when I arrived it had been upgraded into the 20th century – I’m glad to say!
“It was
slummy, full of studenty types like me. I never went in the garden, but I loved
the big plane tree I could see from my window. Inside the house was dark with
dirty paintwork. I don’t remember a bathroom. My room had a gas ring and a
basin. I wasn’t there much. The landlady insisted on opening the front door to
make sure no unauthorised men were getting in”.
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| What I would describe as a 'card-house' more recently built on the top of some flats in Eastbourne - not Notting Hill |
I spent four years there… one of which 1976: was as
stinking hot as it has been recently … I was working three jobs … and playing
squash – just assumed it would rain sometime and cool off … it didn’t and as
far as I was concerned it was six months without any rain. I went to Wimbledon one evening– sat in the
sun I remember … and wilted …
| This shows all the development that took place in that 130 years from 1840 to as here in 1972: an established series of roads, properties, gardens - the hippodrome extends further west (left) |
When I left there … I went off to South Africa … and
had never explored the western parts of the Hippodrome area … it hadn’t been on
my radar …
Interestingly further to the west the area now looked
in better condition – the ups and downs of urban life …
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| The original Paddington Bear - with a green hat (1972) |
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| Looking eastwards - with my flat this time on the right; this photo taken in 2010 - shows the young trees |
Next we go west to look at piggeries, potteries,
dovecotes and the Hippodrome …
Hilary Melton-Butcher
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