Section
One: Ealing Broadway to Richmond, Wimbledon, Olympia and Edgware Road.
I’ll tell
you the thinking behind this section. Between South Kensington and Ealing
Broadway there are no fewer than 4 separate branches. Now, through my previous
efforts on the District Line I’d already sketched all the stations on the main
branch from Ealing Common to South Kensington. So, my thoughts were that I
could start at Ealing Broadway, quickly polish off Kew Gardens and Richmond,
then the Wimbledon branch with its 8 stations, then walk to Olympia from Earl’s
Court, and then to High Street Kensington, to get back on the train to do all
stations to Edgware Road. All in all 17 stations would still be less than I’d
taken in between Acton Town and Kings Cross on the Piccadilly. This would then
leave me just the 30 stations from Sloane Square to Upminster, which I felt it
was reasonable to expect to do in two trips.
I’ve never felt that Ealing Broadway
was a very inspiring station. When I was a kid it was entered through part of a
concrete block of shops built either in the 60s or early 70s, slightly better
than a hole in the ground, but not a lot. However several years ago plans were
unveiled to rebuild the ticket hall as part of the Crossrail project. And let’s
be fair, you wouldn’t expect the artist’s impression to make the thing look bad
anyway, but all the indications are that when it’s finished it will be a
considerable improvement on what was there before. However, on my visit there
was not a lot to see at all. Here’s a piece of trivia about Ealing Broadway.
The District Line platforms have very rare surviving examples of the original
underground roundel, which has the blue band on a filled in red circle, rather
than the outer band of red and inner band of white that we know and love.
Next stop for me was Turnham Green,
having already sketched all stations between on my Piccadilly Line trips. You
may well be thinking – hang on, I thought you sketched Turnham Green as well.
Ah yes, so I did, but Turnham Green is the closest station to Ealing Broadway
from which I could catch a train on the Richmond branch. Now, I’d already
sketched the first stop, Gunnersbury, and so I didn’t alight until we reached Kew
Gardens. The station came as a pleasant surprise to me, looking rather like
a mid Victorian national railway station. With a little research I found out
that this is exactly what it is, having been originally opened by the London
and South Western Railway.
I remembered Richmond
station, the end of the line, from Saturday mornings of years gone by. On
Saturday mornings my brother and I, and a couple of his mates, would often take
the 65 bus from Ealing Broadway to Richmond to go skating in the old ice
rink,
and the bus passed the station. Of course, I didn’t notice much about the
architecture back in those days. When I say that it is built in Portland stone
in an art deco style, you may well be picturing in your mind the work of
Charles Holden, yet this is something quite different. This station was
designed by James Robb Scott, who was the chief architect of the Southern
Railway, who ran the national rail services through the station at the time at
which it was built. I like it. It’s an interesting interchange as well since
the station also serves the London Overground, and National Rail as well.
Now, I could
have taken the train back up the line all the way to Earl’s Court, where I
could switch to the Wimbledon Branch. However I really wanted to avoid
retracing my own steps as much as possible. So, being as we were already south
of the river, I had plotted out a route involving taking the 493 bus to
Wimbledon. The journey of just less than an hour wouldn’t be as quick as using
the underground, but on paper there was only about 10 minutes in it, and it had
the bonus of making me feel as if I was continually making progress, rather
than retreating back the way I’d come.
Like
Richmond, the main entrance to Wimbledon Station was constructed by the
Southern Railway, although this one is a few years earlier. Unlike Richmond,
though, there’s a lot of shiny chrome and brightly coloured plastic beneath the
awning, and it all gives the station a far more modern feel than you’d maybe
expect from a station that is over 9 decades old. Wimbledon doesn’t connect
with the London Overground, but it does connect with National Rail, it will be
on Crossrail, and even better, it has a tramstop! I had seriously considered
not doing the Edgware Road line on this trip, so that I could ride the tram –
I’m sorry but I absolutely love trams as well as metros – and take in a couple
of relatively nearby Northern Line stations. But no, a challenge had been set.
It may have been a pointless challenge, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t
going to take it seriously. Ish.
The next
stop, Wimbledon Park, came as a bit of a surprise. I’m not entirely sure
what I expected, but it wasn’t what I found as I emerged from the station. It’s
rather an odd looking place. It’s somehow too small to be impressive as a
station, yet it’s too big to be a Victorian House, which it rather resembles,
albeit that the roof is rather too steeply pointed. I wouldn’t be the least bit
surprised if this one has been here since the line opened in 1889. All in all
it’s somehow not quite as pretty as it maybe should be. The two chimney pillars
on either side are unnecessarily blocky, and the newsagents which occupies most of the
building’s frontage doesn’t do it many favours in my opinion. Nonetheless,
variety is the spice of life, and this station is certainly different from most
of what we’ve seen before.
I guess this
is why Southfields station looked familiar, being another survivor from
the opening of the line in 1889. In many ways it looks quite similar to
Wimbledon Park – same too steep roof, same ugly chimney pillars. However, as
you probably already know, Southfields is the closest station to the All
England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club – Wimbledon, and so it was quite
extensively upgraded for the 2012 Olympics, where Andy Murray would win gold in
the men’s singles and silver in the mixed doubles. No prizes for guessing which
two weeks every year see the station at its busiest.
Like the two preceding stations, East
Putney looks as if it may well be the original station building from the
late 19th century. Yet there’s quite a different design ethic going
on with this station. There’s no pointed roof for one thing, instead a pleasing
shallow pointed gable in the centre of the facade. The large hemisphere windows
above the widows either side of the doorway, and above the doorway itself are a
little reminiscent of Earls Court and Baron’s Court, and all in all this is
just a very pleasant little station. And that’s us done south of the river with
the District Line. 6 stations in all . Mind you, there’s less than 30 stations
south of the river as it is, and that’s counting the DLR too. Stlll, while
we’re talking about the river, the District Line is the only one to cross it on
bridges.
Speaking of bridges, the next station is
actually Putney Bridge. It’s another venerable building, as seems very
much to be the case on this particular branch of the District. The station
originally opened in 1880, and is literally just around the corner from the
bridge from which it takes its name. This is a rather impressive building,
especially when compared with the self-contained cosiness of East Putney, with
which it shares a shallow gable above the entrance, and not much else. On a
point of pedantry, the name of the station is a little misleading since it
isn’t in Putney as such, being on the north side of the river and therefore in
Fulham.
Like Cockfosters on the Piccadilly, Parsons
Green is one of those places that I have only ever heard of from the tube
map. I don’t recall anybody either telling me that they came from Parsons
Green, or that they had to go to Parsons’ Green. Still, in its favour the
station building is the original, built by Mr. Clemence (Ray? Surely not?)
under the supervision of John Wolfe Barry. Wolfe-Barry’s most impressive
contribution to London is probably Tower Bridge. You can see it was built in
the same era as the previous two stations, although this is a rather more
modest affair, interestingly tacked onto the side of a viaduct.
So, just when I was really starting to
expect all of the stations on the Wimbledon branch of the District Line to be
Victorian relics, I arrived at Fulham Broadway. You may remember how the
Hammersmith station serving the Piccadilly and District Lines is entered
through a 90s shopping mall? Well, in the noughties the old station building was
closed, and entry has to be made through the Fulham Broadway Shopping Centre.
Like most people of a certain age, my main memory of the station prior to
visiting it on this trip was from Ian Dury and the Blockheads’ single ‘What A
Waste’ where the lyric goes – “I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway
Station.” To be fair, all I saw when I visited were automated barriers, but
there you go.
So to the last stop
on the branch – or the first if you’re coming from the other direction – West
Brompton, and after the shock of the new at Fulham Broadway we’re back to
the Victorian ethic of East Putney and Putney Bridge. I’m quite glad about
this, since I’d made up my mind to do a second walked section. I’d worked out
that I could pretty much follow the rail route to Olympia via Earl’s Court on
foot, and then get back on the train at High Street Kensington. This would mean
that I could avoid the hassle of changing trains, and hanging around at
Olympia. By my reckoning I could get to High Street Kensington if I got a bit
of a wiggle on. Then that would just leave the 4 other stations ending in
Edgware Road, and my marathon day mopping up the western branches of the line
would be complete, without me having to double back along any of the lines.
Olympia is only open at weekends,
and for special exhibitions. Frankly, it isn’t much to write home about. I get
the feeling that it’s far more important as a national rail station than as a
tube station, and as a result the buildings are 1980s-era British Rail crap.
They’re the sort of thing you buy at the end of a shopping expedition when
you’re patience has been exhausted, and you’ll buy any old rubbish just to
bring the ordeal to an end. I had a university friend who lived in a flat just
around the corner, which come to think of it was a hell of a commute for her
considering that we were attending Goldsmith’s College in New Cross, still, it
was memories of this time in my life which reminded me that it wasn’t all that
far to High Street Kensington.
I had a
feeling, a half memory, that the station at High Street Kensington was
similar to the Piccadilly Line station at Knightsbridge. I suppose that it is
in as much as it’s built into a parade of very large shop buildings. But at
least there’s a sense of style about it. The large hemispherical window , ad
Portland stone pilasters either side of the entrance at least give it some
atmosphere, and mark it out that this is something quite different from the
commercial premises on either side. The Kensington Arcade, which contains the
actual entrance to the station, has a real elegance and airiness about it as
well, so coming after the disappointing station at Olympia this was something
of a pleasant surprise.
Well, there
I was, over 70 stations into the challenge, and Notting Hill Gate
provided only the 3rd hole in the ground so far, after Hyde Park
Corner and Piccadilly Circus. The current, subsurface station opened in 1959.
The rebuilding during the 50s, which saw street level station buildings
removed, making way for a subsurface ticket hall which could be jointly used by
both District and Circle lines, and also the Central line. The Central and
District Lines do diverge at this point, but not by much. Next stop on the
Central line is Queensway, and it is actually a very short walk from Queensway
on the central line to Bayswater on the District. I know that because I often
used to go ice skating in Queens, and you can clearly see one station from the
other. As a matter of fact I met the future Mrs. Clark therein 1985, but that’s
another story.
Bayswater
itself is a rather attractive station, quite possibly the original building,
although it’s one of those which probably isn’t best served by the blue canopy
proclaiming the name of the station over the entrance. What with the ornamented balustrade, this looks similar in style to the District Railway style of Barons Court, and that's enough to make it a very pleasant surprise.
Nearing the
end of the marathon trip, it wasn’t until I exited from Paddington’s
impressive former Metropolitan Railway façade on Praed Street, I realised that
Paddington is, in fact, 2 Underground stations – or rather there are two
underground stations called Paddington, and what’s more the same can be said of
Edgware Road, just along the line. I suppose that I can be forgiven for
forgetting about this by the fact that the tube map does show them as a
separate station, which they are not. The two stations form a fascinating
contrast. The District Line uses the Praed Street Station, which proclaims its
Metropolitan Railway origin proudly, and may date back as far as 1868. However
the Hammersmith and City Line station, which originally opened in 1863 as the Western
Terminus of the Metropolitan Railway has a very modern entranceway, which looks
to be in a very similar style to the stations on the Jubilee line extension.
We’ll get to them when we eventually mop up the Jubilee. At one time the two
stations were distinguished by having Praed Street and Bishops Road appended to
their names, but not now.
I can, sort
of, understand there being two underground stations at Paddington, what with
the importance of the main line railway terminus. But Edgware Road? It
beggars belief that there are the two separate stations only 150 yards or so
apart , and separated by the Marylebone Road. The District, Circle and
Hammersmith and City station was there first, being part of the original
Metropolitan Railway 1863 line. Confusingly though, it looks more modern. The
station was extensively remodelled in the 1920s, and it’s difficult to know
just by looking at it how much of the Victorian original remains. I’d guess
that
the frieze which declares that it is the Metropolitan Railway may well be original, but I can’t be certain. The Bakerloo Line station, though, is much easier to date, bearing the familiar Leslie Green hallmarks of ox blood tiles, and hemi-spherical windows. Apparently there have been moves and attempts to rename one of the two stations to end the confusion between the two.
In terms of stations visited, this trip saw me visiting fewer than I’d visited between Chiswick Park and Kings Cross. However it felt like more, and was a more exhausting trip. Maybe it was because the trip saw me visiting 5 ends of the District Line, and in my experience you can often end up waiting longer for your train to depart when you’re at the end of the line. Maybe it was crossing the river twice. Whatever the case, this was the first real time on the challenge when I felt I could honestly say that I didn’t want to think about another tube station for a while. Which was a bit of a pain considering the journey back which lay ahead of me.
the frieze which declares that it is the Metropolitan Railway may well be original, but I can’t be certain. The Bakerloo Line station, though, is much easier to date, bearing the familiar Leslie Green hallmarks of ox blood tiles, and hemi-spherical windows. Apparently there have been moves and attempts to rename one of the two stations to end the confusion between the two.
In terms of stations visited, this trip saw me visiting fewer than I’d visited between Chiswick Park and Kings Cross. However it felt like more, and was a more exhausting trip. Maybe it was because the trip saw me visiting 5 ends of the District Line, and in my experience you can often end up waiting longer for your train to depart when you’re at the end of the line. Maybe it was crossing the river twice. Whatever the case, this was the first real time on the challenge when I felt I could honestly say that I didn’t want to think about another tube station for a while. Which was a bit of a pain considering the journey back which lay ahead of me.