The Bus to Anerley

 The 249 Bus

For some time past it has seemed that every time I walk up to the High Road there has been a 249 bus waiting at the bus-stop.  A proper double-decker bus, too – nothing bendy or single-decker.   “Anerley Station” it announces as its destination on the front.  Fair enough, but I’ve lived in London all my life and I don’t know this “Anerley” – where is it, what is it?  I’ve never seen an old print of it, never seen it on an old map, never heard tell of it.  What might it be?  The compulsion just to jump on the bus and see where it takes me has been steadily growing for some time.  I’ve mentioned this to family and friends – they could tell me nothing of this soi-disant “Anerley” either.  It was starting to become an obsession.  I eventually resolved that this was how I would celebrate my release from the ABA presidency – simply duck out of daily duties and jump on the next bus.           

And so it came to pass.  A glance at the timetable indicated that this “Anerley” lay somewhere beyond Crystal Palace.  Wait a minute! – beyond Crystal Palace?  Family legend, I think brought back by my great-grandfather from the 1901 Cup Final (Tottenham Hotspur v Sheffield United, played at Crystal Palace, 20th April 1901) is that Crystal Palace is a ridge at the end of the world (despite my long exile, we are a North London family), beyond which lies nothing but a precipitous descent into an outer darkness – the end of civilisation. Will there be life here?  Will there be bookshops?   

With some trepidation then, I survey the view from the front of the bus as we weave past Tooting Common and Streatham Common, then on up past the dotty Victorian architecture of Beulah Hill to Beulah Spa and the BT mast that can be seen for miles.  We swing left into Crystal Palace and then turn southwards once more.

Precipitous descent is spot on – we lurch immediately downhill.  And then, and then, it all comes flooding back – I have been here before.  This is the very hill on which our beloved family car expired and breathed its last some years ago when (absurdly overladen with books, obviously) it failed utterly to make it to the top.  A grisly experience which I have somehow completely blotted out.  Of course, the dreaded Anerley Hill.  I simply hadn’t realised that Anerley was actually a place – it just struck me as being a road between somewhere and somewhere else, not an entity in its own right.  It still strikes me that way as we pull into a deserted looking Anerley Station.  Anerley Town HallA dribble of shops, a sprinkling of Victorian villas, almost everything for sale or to let, and a singularly unambitious town-hall by Victorian standards.  A little subsequent research and the Wikipedia article confirms my first thoughts: it begins “Anerley has never existed as an independent entity”.  A singularly brief history.  A wealthy Scotsman built the first house here in the middle of nowhere in 1827 and called it “Anerley” – and  the road became Anerley Road.  It’s said that Mr Crapper, the sanitary engineer, retired here and that, somewhat improbably, Walter de la Mare later lived in the house next door.  Air Commodore Arthur Wellesley Bigsworth, perchance the inspiration for Biggles, was apparently born here. That’s about it.  

Nothing much to detain me really.  “Bookshops?”, I ask forlornly in the cafe.  None here – but there are rumours of one in Sydenham.  Back to the station to investigate.  The wonderful and newly joined up London Overground system is causing tectonic shifts in my mental geography of London, especially out here in South-East London, beyond the reach of the Underground.  Kirkdale BookshopBarely five minutes later I’m in Sydenham and there, just across the road, is the Kirkdale Bookshop.  Been here since the ‘sixties, apparently, but new to me, and – as they say on their website, a shop where you can browse – “an old traditional method of shopping involving imagination and surprise”.  And so it is.  New books, cards, etc., all nicely laid out in the front – and an unexpected depth to the second-hand books behind and below.  All immaculately shelved.  Enough rarer material to fill a couple of decent-sized locked cases.  All jolly, all very friendly, no quibbles.  I soon have as many books as I can carry – and I’m still tempted by the pre-war Anthony Powell in a dust-jacket.   Jump on a train to escape the temptation and I’m home in no time.  I’ll be back (to Sydenham, although perhaps not to Anerley).

About Laurence Worms - Ash Rare Books

Laurence Worms has owned and run Ash Rare Books since 1971. He represented the antiquarian book trade on the (British) National Book Committee from 1993 to 2002 and has been six times an elected member of the Council of the Antiquarian Booksellers’ Association. He was largely responsible for drafting the Association’s Code of Good Practice introduced in 1997, served as Honorary Secretary of the Association from 1998 to 2001 and as President from 2011 to 2013. He is a former member of the Council of the Bibliographical Society and continues to serve on the Council of the London Topographical Society. He writes and lectures on various aspects of the history of the book and map trades, and has lectured at the universities of Cambridge, London, Reading and Sheffield, as well as at the Bibliographical Society, the Royal Geographical Society, the Warburg Institute and at Gresham College. He teaches annually at the London Rare Books School and also organises the monthly Book Collecting Seminars at Senate House, University of London. Published work includes the compilation of fourteen ‘lives’ for the “Oxford Dictionary of National Biography”, a number of articles for “The Oxford Companion to the Book” and the chapter on early English maps and atlases for the fourth volume of “The Cambridge History of the Book in Britain”. A major essay on the same subject also appeared in “The History of Cartography” published by the University of Chicago Press. His long-awaited “British Map Engravers, co-written with Ashley Baynton-Williams, was published to critical acclaim in 2011”. More recently, he contributed the numerous biographical notes to Peter Barber’s hugely successful “London : A History in Maps”, co-published by the British Library and the London Topographical Society in 2012.
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2 Responses to The Bus to Anerley

  1. ‘ “Bookshops?”, I ask forlornly in the cafe’ – you should have used TheBookGuide🙂 A pleasure to continue reading about your travels as The bookhunter. All the best, Mike

  2. Gareth James says:

    Thank you for saving me the journey, Laurence. Now, I’ve always wanted to know where the G1 ends up…….

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