Chalfont and Latimer

I am trying to visit the last three stations on the Metropolitan line before the weather is just too cold and miserable. I made an early start a couple of weeks ago for the 2 hour journey to the next station at Chalfont and Latimer. The station is named after the four villages of Little Chalfont, Chalfont St Giles, Chalfont St Peter and Latimer. Chalfont means chalk spring. The railway came here in 1889 but it was 1961 before the steam trains were totally replaced by electric locomotives. The station serves the Metropolitan Line and the Chiltern Railways. 

At the back of the waiting room was the labyrinth which is 2/270 so the next station should be number 1.

The outside of the station looks just the same as many of them at this end of the Metropolitan line.

As there was no map of the area outside the station  I decided to turn left and see what I could find. 

This took me along a very pleasant road of large detached houses. 

One road ended with a path into the woods, which I did follow for a short way but soon realised my footwear wasn't really suitable as the paths were so muddy.

The path was part of the Chess Valley walk which is a 10 mile trail from Chesham to Rickmansworth, following the River Chess. A walk to remember for another day.

I decided to walk back to the station and walk in the opposite direction which took me to the village of Little Chalfont. 

Little Chalfont is in the county of Buckinghamshire, on the edge of the Chiltern Hills. The development of the village really began in the 1920s when land was released for housing. Prior to this Little Chalfont was a collection of farmhouses with most of the land split between families such as the Dukes of Bedford and the Cavendish's.

It is a small village centred around a Green with a village Hall

 It looked very pleasant but not much there. I spotted a coffee shop and before going in I asked a young lady sitting outside if there was anywhere I needed to visit before moving on to the next station. This led, as it often does, to a longer conversation. She was just waiting with her dog for her partner who was inside the shop buying coffee before they continued their walk. They were both eager to find places for me to visit but most of the interesting places they mentioned were a bit too far away from the station. Eventually they decided they would like to show me the way to another local village with a manor house, Chenies Manor house. So my visit to a station today ended up with a guided walk through the beautiful Chilterns countryside.

 Walking through some woodland we could just about see this manor house in Latimer which has now been converted into a hotel. A Manor House here was first recorded in 1194AD. The estate was then passed down through various families of note before becoming a top secret centre for military intelligence during World War II.

It was a beautiful walk to Chenies village. A place I had never heard of but seemed to be steeped in history. I was very grateful to my new found friends. We exchanged phone numbers as they invited me to come again with walking boots and they would take me on a day's walk which was so generous of them.

After they had said goodbye I wandered around the village with its 15th century Manor House.

 

The village of Chenies seems to date back to Saxon times when it is believed there was a wooden church on the site of where St Michael's church stands today. The name Chenies is thought to come from the family name Cheney who were once the Lords of the Manor. One of the more famous of Chenies residents was John Russell who was made a gentleman usher under Henry VII. This was followed by an Earldom and the great Bedford Fortune. Under Henry VIII he became the Lord High Admiral of England and also went on to serve under Edward VI and Queen Mary Tudor as Lord Privy Seal. He must have been exceptionally good at his job to serve four Tudor monarchs and have a peaceful death. 

 

 Russell enlarged the Manor House so that he could entertain Henry VIII. At  the same time the village grew and became a lot bigger than it is today.

In 1954 the Duke of Bedford sold his Chenies estate in order to pay death duties, bringing an end to Russell family's long tenure of the estate. The connection has not been completely cut as the family still show an interest in the affairs of the village and it is still in the Bedford Chapel in St Michael's church that the Dukes are laid to rest among their ancestors.

This is the village school.

 

The triangular village green which has the village pump in the centre.

The small tiled roofed building sheltering the 19th cent pump is now a Grade II listed building.

There were numerous old buildings. This one has wonderful Tudor style chimney pots.

 I then found my way to the Red Lion for a small lunch before walking back to the station.

 I was lucky to just arrive at the station in time to catch the mainline Chiltern service to Marylebone station which is a much quicker way of returning to London  as it only stops at a couple of stations compared to the Tube train which stopped at 12 on the way here.

Chorleywood

This is the 31st station I have visited on the Metropolitan Line which takes you North West of London into the home counties of Buckinghamshire and Hertfordshire. The station was opened in 1889 and is served by the Metropolitan Line and Chiltern Railways. It is about 20 miles from Central London. I am so fortunate to be able to travel to all these stations for free as people living out here are not entitled to the same privileges. Being over a certain age and living in one of the London Boroughs I am entitled to a 'Freedom Pass'. This entitles me to free Travel on buses, tubes, local trains,trams, Docklands Light Railway and the new Elizabeth Line which goes out as far as Reading (42 miles from London). Without my Freedom Pass I would never have undertaken this Undergound challenge of visiting every one of the 272 stations.

At the end of platform 1 is a disused signal box which ceased service in the 1960s. It was proposed by the local residents association that the Grade II listed signal box be turned into a museum. Due to various costs and legal fees this no longer seems to be a viable proposition.

There was no sign on any of the walls of the Labyrinyth print as I left the station. Mark Wallinger created a different labyrinth print for each underground station to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the tube in 2013 so it had to be here somewhere. 

On leaving the station I immediately felt I was in a rural area. I followed some steps opposite the station which took me through a private estate and out onto a road. Across from which was the local golf course.

The golf club. The sign told me that this is a public golf course so it's not just for members.

Next to the club house is the  Memorial Hall which was opened in 1922 to commemorate the fallen in The Great War.

Across the road is Chorleywood Common. Up until WW2 the Common was extensively grazed by livestock belonging to the Commoners. This meant that grassland and heathland were the dominant habitats with only a few trees. Since the grazing ceased the woodland has developed and covered a large proportion of the Common. Management of the Common has seen the reintroduction of grazing for conservation purposes and in selected areas, woodland and scrub encroachment is heavily controlled to ensure the remaining grassland and heathland is protected and to restore the open landscape. So if this was the summertime I would see a small herd of cows grazing on the Common.

I continued on and beside this row of houses was a narrow lane with houses dated around the 1870s. 

This lane led me back under the railway and onto a wide tree lined road with a number of small shops.

 Sadly, at least three of them were empty. A sign of the times since Covid.

There was a lovely bookshop and a couple of cafes which I will probably visit on my way back.

I walked out of the village and up Shire Lane and came across an unusual building for a catholic church. This was one of the houses built to encourage city workers to move out into Metroland.  First constructed in 1898, it was then extended for the artist Alfred Elias and his wife in 1904. The extension was carried out by a well known British architect, Charles Voysey. The main parish church was  a long way from here and initially mass was held in a parishioner's home. Money was raised and a house bought which was converted into this church. 

Just an ordinary post box you might think but on closer inspection this is a first for me.

On the front is the Royal cypher of Edward VIII. Edward abdicated after 10 months so very few post boxes were erected with his name on them. There are fewer than 200 in existence throughout the UK, so  was thrilled to have found one at last. 

Walking away from the village was not so easy as there were no pavements and a fair bit of traffic. However, the weather was pleasant and I was now out in the country with views of fields.

I passed an interestingly named pub. 

The name relates to the chartist movement that demanded, amongst other things, the vote for working men at a time when only property owners could take part in parliamentary elections. In the 1840s a short lived chartist community was set up in this area. I discovered this when I met the volunteers at the Rickmansworth Museum that I mentioned in my previous post. It is the main reason that I have left the village of Chorleywood, as I am looking for any evidence of that community in a small area called Heronsgate. This pub was once the beer house attached to the community.

A lane leading to Heronsgate was signed off to the right just a short distance from the pub. It was originally known as O'Connorville named after a radical MP, Feargus O'Connor. He founded the Chartist Land Company in 1845 which soon had 70,000 shareholders and capital of £4000.  He purchased land here and divided it into 36 lots of between two and five acres where families from urban slums could raise livestock, grow fruit and veg and become self sufficient. This was the first time houses had been built for the working classes other than by an employer to accommodate his workers. The scheme was widely advertised and attracted many applicants mostly from the industrial north. Applicants were chosen by a ballot. The rent would be 5% of the total cost of the estate and each settler would receive £87 per acre for tools, seed etc. By buying their own properties this would give the settlers the right to vote as well as the means to support themselves and their families by farming the land attached to their properties. The idea was excellent but the reality was not. Urban workers had no idea had to farm the land and they did not really have enough land to live off. Many found it too hard and couldn't adjust to life in a rural setting with many returning to the industrial north. The Chartist Land Company survived just 6 years with the estate being sold in 1857. O'Connor was admitted to an asylum in Chiswick for a couple of years but died a year after his release.

The village of Heronsgate retains much of the original layout with its narrow lanes named after northern towns such as Bradford, Halifax, Nottingham etc. The village now has Conservation area status due to its historic and architectural interest. 

These are some of the chartist houses.

They are recognisable by the chartist sign below the roof.

Although it failed as a chartists settlement the area now known as Heronsgate is very much a community. 
This is the community church probably built as a school/chapel.

It is a small, beautiful church.

I returned the way I had come and was hoping to stop in the 'Land of Liberty, Peace and Plenty' pub for some lunch but it hadn't yet opened. Luckily for me there was another pub not too far away, 'The Stag' which was open. As it was a weekend the sandwich menu wasn't available only their full meal menu. As it was a bit early for their lunch time rush, the very helpful waitress asked the kitchen if they would make me a sandwich which they did.

This delicious ham and cheese sandwich was delivered to my table. It isn't often you get that kind of  service in and around London. It made a very good end to my visit to Chorleywood. Refreshed by the food I walked back to the station which was downhill, giving me a good view of the village in the valley on the way.

Once back at the station I had another look around for the labyrinth. There it was on the wall of the small waiting room. Number 4/270. I'm getting ever closer to number 1.