St Mary's Barnes 1888 engraving |
Philip Henderson, Swinburne: The Portrait of a Poet, Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1974, P.237
But
every day now, wet or fine, he left The Pines at eleven o’ clock for
his morning’s walk across Putney Heath and Wimbledon Common, his
destination The Rose and Crown Tavern - ‘Pelting along as fast as I can
go’ with his quick, springy steps, he became a well-known figure in his
wide-brimmed black felt hat and frock coat. There was something a little
odd and mechanical in his movements. If he met anyone he knew on his
walks, he would not appear to recognise them. At the Rose and Crown in
Wimbledon High Street he was equally anxious to preserve his privacy and
took his beer alone in the coffee Rome. Should anyone come in while he
was there, he immediately escaped to the landlord’s private room or, if
he had nearly finished his bottle, he would get up and bolt into the
High Street, where he stopped at the Misses Frost’s stationers’ and
book-sellers’ shop at the corner of the Ridgeway to buy a daily paper or
a further supply of the blue foolscap he always used for writing.
Sometimes a celebrity-hunter would recognise him and try to engage him
in conversation. When this occurred, after a freezing glance at the
intruder, he would escape into the Misses Frost’s private room until the
coast was clear. He had extra large pockets made in his coat, which he
called ‘poacher’s pockets, to hold any books he had ordered, and these
had to be made to balance equally on each side of him before he set off
on his return journey.
… Sometimes Swinburne would vary his walk
by going along the Richmond Road to the Mortlake Arms and then across
Barnes Common as far as Barnes Green and the church - a considerable
walk. In those days, of course, this area was almost rural. Barnes was a
village - as it is still to some extent - and there was practically no
traffic, except for an occasional cart and horse, carriage or pony-trap,
and the odd rider on his or her way to Richmond Park. Walking there
could still be a pleasure, and Priory Lane, leading to the park from the
Richmond Road, was still a country lane, bordered on the one side by
the Beverley Brook and on the other by a few large houses and extensive
market-gardens.
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