Relaxed about difference

Greater London has been unbothered about ethnic and cultural mixing since time immemorial and it’s good to see from 2011 census data that this tradition lives on. Dollis Hill, developed pre-World War I on the grounds of a 19th century country estate, is one of the two most ethnically diverse electoral wards in the United Kingdom. At the same time analysis of the data shows a local decline in neighbourhood ethnic segregation.

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Two terrible business ventures that shaped modern Middlesex


What Watkins’ Tower would have looked like

The most famous place to have Middx in its postal address must be Wembley,  the home since 1923 of England’s national stadium. Equally vital to the economy of west London are the 500 hectares of Park Royal, Europe’s largest area of industrial and business parks. Both were planted in the fields of Middlesex as a result of projects that failed to interest the public. Wembley was put on the map by what became known as Watkin’s Folly — more formally ‘The Great Tower of London’ — the brainchild of Sir Edward Watkin, the chairman of the Metropolitan Railway, who tried to outdo the Eiffel Tower on a site close to his trains. The foundations were laid in 1892 and the partially built tower was opened in 1896. But the structure was unsound, visitor numbers were disappointing, and it closed in 1900 being demolished between 1904-1907. However the project did succeed in raising Wembley’s profile and the ‘Empire Stadium’ built for the British Empire Exhibitions of 1924-25 cemented its place in history. Park Royal, which seems an odd name for a sprawling expanse of warehouses and light industry, is so called because of the decision of the Royal Agricultural Society to buy up 102 acres of land to create a permanent show ground. The society had run touring annual shows since 1839  to teach farmers about best current scientific practise but felt that, with modern transport, it would be more appropriate to bring audiences to the show then take the show out to the audiences. They were wrong. Despite patronage by King Edward VII and Queen Alexandra audiences fell from 65,000 in 1903 — a figure which meant a substantial financial loss — to 24,000 in 1905, the lowest ever recorded. Londoners apparently were unwilling to jump on the train to the new Park Royal stations to survey prize livestock. The Royal Agricultural Society cut its losses and sold the land for industrial development.

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Free pre-NHS health care in Middlesex

This online exhibition on Shenley Hospital is a reminder of how the former county council organised a county-wide health service between the wars. In 1930 it rebranded as Middlesex’s ‘County Hospitals’ a clutch of former poor-law infirmaries : North Middlesex in Edmonton, Redhill (now Edgware Community Hospital), Central Middlesex (formerly Park Royal hospital), Hillingdon Hospital (the county council developed this from scratch from a former workhouse) and West Middlesex in Isleworth. Almoners at these hospitals investigated patients’ means and charged them according to their ability to pay. Middlesex CC  had already started some free health care, especially in the fight against tuberculosis. From 1910 onwards any TB patient in the county was treated, and the council found funds to support their families. Then from 1936 onwards all TB treatment became free. Middlesex built two TB sanitoria and also concentrated  on mental health (a particular issue for the thousands traumatised in World War I.)  According to The Times in a 1927 article the council wanted to create in Shenley somewhere that would use the “most modern methods of treatment” and “for a period, at least, be the finest institution of its kind in the world”. The council made full use of its powers under the 1930 Lunacy and Mental Treatment Act to invest in mental health provision just as it channelled other income during the Great Depression (see below) into creating the modern infrastructure of much of Greater London.

A corridor in Shenley Hospital soon after its opening in 1934

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Roads and Bridges — how Middlesex built its place in history

Chiswick Bridge, built by Middlesex County Council and opened together with new bridges at Twickenham and Hampton Court in 1933

Nearly fifty years ago Middlesex County Council was abolished; it disappeared into thin air but before doing so it scattered London and its approaches with monuments to years of frantic activity between the wars; these aimed both  to combat unemployment and build the external skeleton of a modern mega-city.

The county council built the North Circular, Western Avenue, the Great West Road, the Cambridge Road, the Chertsey Road and the Watford and Barnet by-passes. and handsome bridges at Chiswick, Twickenham and (with Lutyens as its archtect) at Hampton Court.

The Great West Road at Osterley

The biggest example of the 30s building programme is mostly invisible: the 70 miles of new main sewers serving the new West London suburbs built under the Middlesex County Council act of 1931 with half of the £5.5 million bill paid for by central government on condition that three quarters of the workforce were recruited through local labour exchanges.  The visible part of this undertaking — comparable with the original Victorian London sewerage programmes of Sir Joseph Bazalgette — is the 55 hectares of the Mogden Sewage works in Isleworth, the second biggest in the UK and serving 2.1 million people. It was built between 1931 qne 1934 and officially opened in 1936. An upgrade was completed in March 2013 which increased its capacity by 50%.

Mogden Sewage Works

Mogden Sewage Works


What’s more Middlesex pioneered green politics. It was the first ever local authority to obtain legal powers to prosecute people suspected of polluting rivers and to pay for remedial work. It also, at around the turn of the 20th century, began buying land to create riverside walks. This initiative was came decades before the first act of parliament to promote London’s Green Belt, in 1938; Middlesex in any case spent heavily during the 1930s buying land to keep it free of development — not just in Middlesex itself, but the 110 acres of the Ankerwycke Estate at Wraysbury and the 306 cres of Denham Court, both in Buckinghamshire, the 350 acres of Moor Park, Rickmanshworth in Herfordshire.

Moor Park Estate, Rickmansworth

It’s a record that makes present day efforts to invest in infrastructure during a recession look timid.


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When Ratty and Mole met the Home Fleet

Looking north from the Surrey bank. Launches at Thorneycrofts were occasions for local celebrations.

The Clyde and the Tyne are famous as shipbuilding rivers for the Royal Navy; the Thames at Chiswick and Hampton less so. But in the heyday of the British Empire a great shipbuilding name — Thorneycrofts — arose with the unlikely address of Church Wharf, Chiswick Mall, where it made torpedo gunboats before moving operations to Southampton in 1904. To fit under London’s bridges, masts and funnels had to be removed and replaced downriver and Greenhithe, near Dartford.  The picture above shows the launch of HMS Speedy in May, 1893. More on the history of Thorneycrofts here and also to follow on this page.

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Paradise Lost

Evelyn Waugh, writing in his unfinished autobiography A Little Learning (1964), describes how London spread into a Middlesex village in the years before World War I.

Golders Green in 1904

I was four years old when my father built his house in what was then the village of North End, Hampstead. He was, in fact, the first of its spoliators. When we settled there the tube reached no further than Hampstead. Golders Green was a grassy crossroad with a sign pointing to London, Finchley and Hendon, such a place as where ‘the Woman in White ‘ was encountered. All around us lay dairy farms, market gardens and a few handsome old house of brick or stucco standing in twenty acres of more; not far off survived woods where we picked bluebells and streams beside which we opened our picnic baskets. North End Road was a steep, dusty land with white posts and rails bordering its footways. North End, the reader may remember, was the place where Bill Sikes spend the first night of his flight after the murder of Nancy…

The meadow with the willows was sold to the builders. Soon after ours other new houses sprang up alongside us. Opposite us stood a large late Victorian villa named Ivy House (where Pavlova spent her last years) with wooded grounds. Soon these were built on leaving the garden and a pond for the ballerina’s privacy. Then the tube emerged into the open at Golders Green and round the station grew shops, a theatre, a cinema and a dense spread of new brick and rough cast dwellings not unlike our own. Eventually (I think soon after the first war) our postal address was altered from Hampstead to Golders Green. My father deplored the change and, as far as was possible, ignored it, because Hampstead had historic associations, with Keats and Blake and Constable, while Golders Green meant, to him, merely a tube station …

… besides the conurbation at Golders Green, another building enterprise was soon begun __ Hampstead Garden Suburb. The houses there were better designed and their tenants were under particular restrictions about the height of their garden fences. They were inhabited not exactly by cranks, nor by bohemians, but mainly by a community of unconventional bourgeois of artistic interests …

Henrietta Barnett (née Rowland) 1851-1936

This utopia had its presiding genius, a lady named Mrs (Later Dame Henrietta) Barnett. My father, who had some difference with her, would sometimes wander about singing a ditty of his own composition which began:

‘Blast it! Darn it!

‘Henrietta Elizabeth Barnett’

so that I grew up to regard this, I now believe, exemplary lady as a ludicrous monster.’


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Heathrow: no plane no gain?

Suddenly we’re having to think about the future of Middlesex without its biggest employer, its largest single commercial site, the one feature which probably really is visible from space: Heathrow Airport. The Norman Foster scheme for a giant airport and transport hub in the Isle of Grain in Kent, the most likely version of ‘Boris Island’ which will soon be the subject of a public consultation, has to involve closing Heathrow — according to Willy Walsh of BA — otherwise the private financiers who’d have to fund it won’t be able to get their money back.

From the Norman Foster plans published Nov 11. For the first time since the Romans, Middlesex is not central to Britain's transport links.

The Foster scheme has a second implication for the former-Middlesex boroughs of North and West London: the new rail links to the North and to the Continent skirt them entirely. So the old county would be lose its historic importance as the gateway to London, which it had as the site of the Roman roads, the docks, the railway approaches and most recently as the birthplace of aviation. It seems almost as politically impossible to shut down Heathrow as it’s been to find room for more runways in the South East. Ken Livingstone has been making defending Heathrow a plank of his mayoral campaign. But the national threat of high unemployment and negative economic growth can be powerfully persuasive. The kind of fate that could be in store for Heathrow’s 12 sq kilometers is depicted in the sort of plans prepared for places like Old Oak Common, very similar to the instant developments taking place in China’s new giant cities. Another and better approach would be to re-evaluate the unappreciated potential in the urban sprawl of the Middlesex suburbs.  Heathrow was once a Neolithic monumental site.

Before London Airport: a market garden at daffodil time

Much more recently it was rich market gardens, in the heart of a county largely dedicated to Londoners’ pleasure and recreation. The wheat of Heston, just to the east of Heathrow, was so good that Queen Elizabeth used it for her manchet bread , according to John Middleton, author of A View of the Agriculture of Middlesex (1798). The most attractive way to plan for Heathrow, and more generally  for Middlesex, will be through re-appreciating existing buildings and finding new uses for them, and by showing an appreciation of local history — the same kind of approach, in fact, that revived Notting Hill and Islington in the 60s and 70s and Hoxton, Shoreditch and Dalston in the last few years. And with Heathrow’s agricultural history and its legendary soils, at least some of its 3,000 acres might be used for new allotments.

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The drowned world

Middlesex shares the fascination in legends like those off Atlantis and other cities, real or mythical, lost under the waves.  At certain tides, supposedly, you can still hear the bells of Dunwich, the coastal city in Suffolk, that fell into the sea. John Betjeman, the poet of Metro-Land, lamenting the loss of the ancient county, compares it to a shoreline with peaks rising above the waves. Middlesex was drowned by a sea of speculatively-built houses, that flooded out from its ancient arterial roads in just two decades between the wars.  Everywhere there are survivals – usually a core with a medieval church and its graveyard, the old village pub and some good old houses from the eighteenth century or earlier.   It may be too soon for us to be able to appreciate the streets of semis, although they’re not reaslly any more monotonous than the nineteenth century terraced houses of London’s inner suburbs. As late as the 1970s these were seen as ripe for demolition. Will Metroland make a similar comeback if only because the supply of affordable inner London houses has run dry ?

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Where we seem to be headed

Distant London seen from suburban Hampstead: An English Autumn Afternoon by Ford Madox Brown, painted 1852 - 1855.

There’s a prejudice against outer London. A successful young(ish) restaurateur tells  me he’s thinking of emigrating because even with £300K to put down he couldn’t buy a family house in central London. A woman I know has become a kind of stripper to raise enough funds to ward off a move out to Hangar Lane or beyond. But it’s time to get real.

Mixed emotions: novelist Evelyn Waugh and first wife Evelyn Gardner in then-unfashionable Canonbury Square in 1928

It’s all relative. George Orwell and Evelyn Waugh both lived in Canonbury Square in Islington, not out of choice, but because it was what they could afford. The then-grimy and overcrowded streets of N1 provided Orwell with the inspiration for the London he describes in 1984). After the war planners thought the population of the south east would fall. Instead the UK population is 15% higher than in the days of Waugh and Orwell and everyone wants to live in the south east. Just as in the 60s the Victorian suburbs came back into fashion, in our day, Middlesex looms.

So brace yourself for a plunge into London’s overlooked outer ring — the large slice that would fall between the hands of a centrally located clock standing at about twenty to one. It includes Queensbury, Sudbury, West Drayton, Boston Manor, Pinner, Hounslow, Hendon, Edmonton, Rayners Lane,  Brentford, Greenford, Willesden Junction,  Kenton, Isleworth, Hanwell, Wembley Park, Edgware, North Harrow…  With some exceptions (Pinner, Totteridge, Hatch End,  Hampstead Garden Suburb)  it’s (relatively) affordable if not glamorous territory… the sorts of places where we at Hoxton Beach work, or live, or buy our supplies (our customers tend to be more central.) This is J. G. Ballard country: the 020 8 area, TfL zone 4 and upwards;  to the uninformed it’s a featureless sprawl.  But by looking through the unfamiliar prism of the extinct county of Middlesex we hope to reveal its riches and, at times, strangeness.


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Fringe Benefits

Cities are often surrounded with parkland. In London’s case this was Middlesex — not a bad name for somewhere neither one thing nor the other: not real town nor real country. Like Venice’s  terra firma, dotted with Palladian villas, or the outskirts of Naples sweeping around its bay, London’s countryside became a playground and a refuge. It’s somewhere where you could imagine Marx and Engel’s demand in the 1848 Communist Manifesto for the ‘abolition of the distinction between town and country’ starting to take shape. Middlesex was always tied in to London’s economy, but it became the semi-independent powerhouse of Britain’s revival from the Depression of the 1930s both with the building boom that created Metroland and as the home of a new wave of industry: light engineering, consumer goods and aviation.  Even so, much open space was preserved by its own county council , which bought up swathes of fields and forests together with the London County Council before both were abolished on 1 April 1965. The Green Belt was created at a time (post war) when it was believed that the population would fall. Now the Institute of Directors, the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development and the Spiked Online crowd are calling for it to be built on to help the national economy, fight house price inflation and ease homelessness. But what would be built? Outer London is already littered with places put up too quickly with too little thought because the abundance of available land encouraged careless planning and design. And when Middlesex lost its name it ran the risk of becoming a lost cause.  But fashions have been changing, from as long ago as 1973 when Richard Mabey’s book ‘The Unofficial Countryside’ looked through fresh eyes at the wild life of what’s now being called the  ‘edge lands’.  Academics have created a new ‘burgeoning’ interdisciplinary field called Suburban Studies. Long before Los Angeles, Middlesex was where a new kind of sprawling city was invented. Most of the world’s population now lives like this. The former county is still  overshadowed by central London; but the suburban dream, of being linked both to the metropolis and to the natural world, is alive and well , Middlesex is hanging onto its cosmopolitan and tolerant character, it has a huge wealth of history and culture, and it deserves to be known by its proper name.


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