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Since that piece was published, I was kindly contacted by Rita Swanberg of Hindman Auctions in Chicago, who confirmed that the 2005 sale of an illustration for Dickens’s Bleak House was in fact a 1925 work by Frank Dadd, not (as seemed unlikely) Richard as an auction aggregator website had erroneously suggested. Frank Dadd (1851–1929) was Richard Dadd’s nephew and known as an artist and illustrator in his own right.

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Where do you think of as ‘home’? Where are you ‘from’? Where do you feel you belong, or should belong?

I’ve often wondered about these things – I’ve lived in more than 30 houses, across Wales, Scotland and eight counties of England. I’ve spent the last 20 years in Oxfordshire, raising a family and putting down new roots, but have no old roots there at all. Where I do have roots in East Kent. I went to secondary school here in Canterbury and lived in the city for some of that time. My parents between them had roots in Ramsgate, Sandwich, Folkestone, Sittingbourne… Is this where I’m from, then?

A year or so ago I started having nostalgic pangs for Canterbury, having been here only rarely in the last 30 years, and had decided to make a personal pilgrimage from London – I know I’m not exactly the first person to think of doing this!

But which route? The obvious, bucolic one would be the one known as the Pilgrim’s Way. This goes from Winchester to Canterbury, but there’s a spur from London known as the Becket Way. However, this is basically a Victorian invention – with a neat twist of nominative determinism, in 1855 a man named Albert Way proposed the route, which was then picked up slightly too eagerly by the Ordnance Survey and then popularised by writers such as Hilaire Belloc. There’s scant evidence that real Canterbury pilgrims used it – though it certainly follows prehistoric ridgeways such as the Harroway in Hampshire and over the North Downs.

Chaucer gives us better clues to where pilgrims from London actually went. He only mentions seven places between his starting point in Southwark and Canterbury but here they are on a map: the route is very obviously along the Roman road we call Watling Street. That too is a misnomer, but we’ll come to that. In 1360, only a couple of decades before Chaucer’s pilgrims, King John the Good of France took this route to Canterbury and it is well attested. On my map here in blue, sacred springs, wells and waterways once dedicated to St Thomas; and in purple, churches and chapels likewise.

In his book Watling Street, John Higgs says, “Watling Street is a road of dreams, imagination and stories, especially on this stretch from London to Canterbury”. So I went in search of those stories – those I found are completely different from the ones in his book, and I’m sure there are many more to tell.

In the end I did this as five walks, not on consecutive days but all in the last month, the very last leg being the day of my talk. This was a chance to explore the history of the route and places along it, as well as some personal places in search of a feeling of home. But following the A2 almost all the way made for something of a grim challenge!

1. Southwark to Greenwich

This was my shortest walk, because both of my children came with me on a very hot day, wooed by the promise of the Lego store on the way back. Like any London walk it is dense with history.

It starts in Southwark. Thomas Street at the back of London Bridge marks the site of the original hospital founded in martyred Becket’s honour. Off Borough High Street is the site of the Tabard Inn, where Chaucer’s pilgrims began. The inn has long gone, although the neighbouring George Inn at least gives a flavour of the place in later Elizabethan times. I used to drink here and elsewhere nearby when I lived in London.

Down the street is the site of the old Marshalsea Prison, which was ransacked by Wat Tyler and friends in the Peasants’ Revolt of 1381 (a theme which will return). Further down it is a wall which is the only surviving vestige of the later iteration of the Marshalsea, where Dickens’s father was imprisoned in 1824.

The church of St George the Martyr at the bottom of the street marks where Roman Watling Street and Stane Street met. It’s where Henry V was welcomed in triumph by the aldermen of London after his victory at Agincourt, having travelled along Watling Street from the Kent coast.

Down Tabard Street, along the ancient Roman alignment, and into Old Kent Road. A little way along is the first place Chaucer mentions on the route: the Watering of St Thomas. This is a place of echoes and ghosts. It is where the horses were given water from the Earl’s Sluice, now a ‘lost London river’ – you can still see the dip in the road, and the lake in nearby Burgess Park is fed by the same source. Henry V was welcomed by London’s clergy here. After the reformation (when all thought of pilgrimage was banished), religious dissenters were hanged here. From the 19th century, perhaps earlier, the Thomas à Becket pub stood here, and was said to be haunted. During Jack the Ripper’s rampage, a mysterious bag full of knives and scissors was abandoned here. In the 1950s, boxing champion Henry Cooper trained here for many years, visited by Muhammed Ali and Darth Vader David Prowse. A few years later, David Bowie rehearsed Ziggy Stardust here. After numerous incarnations, the pub has gone – but look, here the gaunt face of Thomas Becket hovers still.

Further along, here’s Polish artist Adam Kossowski’s 1965 History of the Old Kent Road, left gathering dirt on the wall of the old North Peckham Civic Centre, now the Everlasting Arms church. It hints at many of the stories of the road, some of which we’ll return to. Remains of Watling Street have been dug up in gardens nearby.

Onward down through New Cross and Deptford – the ‘deep ford’ where the Romans crossed the Ravensbourne. In 1895, travel writer Charles Harper snarked that ‘The Deptford of today is no place for the pilgrim’ – but I disagree, as we pass the ghosts of Christopher Marlowe and where Peter the Great trashed John Evelyn’s garden.

And so this first walk ends at a roundabout in Greenwich Park, with General Wolfe and St Anne’s Limehouse aligned one way, and Blackheath church the other. In a short film about this bit of Watling Street made by John Rogers, Iain Sinclair said, ‘The start of my whole writing-about-London project was here… it’s one of the most significant spots in the whole city [with] incredible alignments which represent lines of desire and lines of force’. You have to ‘feel it in the soles of your feet’, he says. Something you don’t want to feel in the soles of your feet is Lego, but that’s what took us away from the ancient path.

2. Greenwich to Dartford

Greenwich Park has one of the country’s most important Anglo-Saxon barrow cemeteries – pictured here in 1844 but still visible. Roman Watling Street slices across the flower garden before heading over the edge of Blackheath, where rebel commoners Wat Tyler and Jack Cade assembled their forces in 1381 and 1450, and on up Shooter’s Hill, haunt of highwaymen.

But here I took a detour, now just with my 15-year-old son, down through ancient woods into New Eltham. This is the house where I lived for a year in the 1970s (a photo records me in a silver jubilee union jack hat, which I can still remember hating). It’s the house where my mother was born in 1930 and which my grandparents owned for more than 50 years, and here’s the school she went to, as did I for that year. I was lonely there, so this doesn’t feel like home. A mile away back towards Watling Street, my grandparents’ grave (inscribed in 1966 and 1984) – already hard to find, hard to read.

Back on the Roman route to Bexleyheath, where Chaucer-obsessed William Morris built his Red House in 1860 as close to Watling Street as he could, up and over the curious detour still called Old Road in Crayford, where the Romans abandoned the line to climb the hill, and into Dartford.

Dartford is one of numerous places claimed to be where the revolting peasant Wat Tyler was born, and it is certainly where he and his men passed – like Henry V only 34 years later, they came this way from Canterbury, although in their case it was to murder another Archbishop of Canterbury, Simon Sudbury, rather than honour one. Jane Austen also travelled to Canterbury and stopped in an inn nearby. In the lane pictured here, Watling Street hints at itself in a hump in the road. And here too is Holy Trinity Dartford, which had a chapel dedicated to St Thomas. Dartford had a foundry where pilgrims’ badges were churned out, and the town took a big economic hit when Henry VIII stopped it all. End of walk 2!

3. Dartford to Rochester

And so into the edgelands, one weary son still with me, past the modern pilgrimage site of the Bluewater shopping centre. Poet Dan Simpson followed Watling Street 10 years ago but described this section alongside the multi-lane A2 as ‘unwalkable’. Challenge accepted.

From Bluewater to sacred water. This section is punctuated by ancient springs and wells. Just before the confluence of Watling Street and the High Speed 1 rail line used by Eurostar is Springhead, where eight springs form the source of the River Ebbsfleet and the Romans built Vagniacae, a complex of around a dozen temples. And here in 1805, a man named William Bradbery started Britain’s first commercial watercress farm – a later owner added a small zoo, fortune tellers and other gimmicks like a modern garden centre, and there’s still a nursery here today.

Passing south of Gravesend, along here were Singlewell and then the Well of St Thomas; tantalisingly both survived until the 1950s but we could find no sign of them now, and took a detour to Cobham for lunch. This is the Leather Bottle inn – its very name describing one of the key accessories for medieval pilgrims. Dickens immortalised this pub in the Pickwick Papers. A few years later, artist Richard Dadd was convalescing in the same street. He was five years younger than Dickens and both spent their formative years in Chatham and Rochester, but only Dadd was possessed by the Egyptian god Osiris. One day in August 1843, Dadd took a walk with his father – Dadd’s dad, if you will – and stabbed him to death in Cobham Park under the god’s orders. Dickens later took his friends to the spot, which became known as Dadd’s Hole, which my son and I unwittingly passed right by on our walk. On 7 June 1870, obsessive walker Dickens went for his very last walk here in Cobham Park – two days later he was dead.

And so to Rochester and its cathedral, which has a flight of Pilgrims’ Steps. These footworn steps once took pilgrims to the shrine of St William of Perth, himself a humble baker once a pilgrim to the Holy Land and murdered in 1201.

4. Rochester to Faversham

Walking, alone now, through the high streets of Rochester and Chatham offered me a microcosm of the contradictions of Britain: the former is heritageland, with Rochester’s grand castle, focal point of many battles but finally pillaged by Wat Tyler’s crew, the country’s second oldest cathedral, and enough Dickensian flummery to fill a theme park. But the tourists don’t reach Chatham High Street, a multicultural place with Romanian corner shops, a busy synagogue and all too many people sleeping rough.

The Roman road blasts onward though. Here at Newington, Becket himself visited on his last journey to London, leaving, so it is said, miracles in his wake. And we have a mystery tomb: this is held to be the shrine of St Robert of Newington, possibly another murdered pilgrim. And this could be only one of three shrines in Britain where a saint’s relics can still be found, one of the others being Westminster Abbey. Robert probably died in 1350, and the church also has 14th-century wall paintings.

Meanwhile, in 2019 a Roman temple was found during the creation of the new Watling Place housing development – this reconstruction 70 metres away was only built in 2021. Two fields away is Keycol Hill, once known as Crockfield because of the sheer number of finds from a huge Roman cemetery here – I found possible Roman pottery myself. The name Keycol appears to be a corruption of Caii Collis – Caesar’s Hill. And the next place we reach is Key Street. This village was mostly obliterated by road developments for modern traffic in the 1980s and 1990s, and a forlorn and lonely history board stands at the roundabout here. But Key Street is the true name of Watling Street too – the Waeclingas were the folk of St Albans, nowhere near here, but in Saxon and Jutish times this was actually Caising Street – Caesar’s Road. The key street. This modern street name is all that remains to mark this.

The street passes straight through the heart of Sittingbourne, where there were more medieval chapels seeking alms from passing pilgrims, and on to Bapchild, home to the Spring of St Thomas. See the modern echoes here, in a new housing estate and the Bapchild wastewater pumping station. I trekked across a field to find the boggy remains of this key saintly site.

The next settlement is Teynham now, but until the 1940s this part was called Greenstreet, weirdly erased from the map and from the place, other than a Methodist church name. I took a two-mile detour to Lynsted, where my great-grandmother Eliza Allsworth’s family came from. Her chest of drawers sits in by bedroom today. I found family graves here – was this home? I felt nothing, having no real-life connection here. But after this walk I did find that one of Eliza’s own great-grandmothers was… Hannah Greenstreet, born in the 1750s. There have been Greenstreets here since at least Chaucer’s time, and an Adam Greenstreete took part in Jack Cade’s rebellion, marching from here back to Blackheath. The green street – my ancestors even shared their name with this ancient road.

A couple of miles along, this amazing site brings the Romans and the medieval travellers together: Stone Chapel, believed to be the only place where a Roman temple directly became a Christian church, and you can still see how the different eras added new chambers on. But for the last 500 years, it has stood a ruin, marooned beside the busy A2.

A medieval survivor a mile more on though is the Maison Dieu at Ospringe, where scholars imagine Chaucer’s pilgrims would have stayed the night before the final push to Canterbury. Royalty certainly stayed here. Seven years after his Agincourt triumph, Henry V was resting here – but this time in a coffin, his final journey into the afterlife, along Watling Street again. And although the building has seen many changes, the heart of it remains, here on the edge of Faversham.

5. Faversham to Canterbury

The weary pilgrim pictured here is from Faversham church, in a section which was once the Chapel of St Thomas, although I couldn’t find it due to building work. A medieval painted column is a treasure easily found.

The last place Chaucer actually mentioned was Sittingbourne, but now we have two in a row.

The first is Boughton-under-Blean, perched under what remains of the ancient Forest of Blean – where I used to have to do cross-country runs at school. Now the modern A2 pulls away briefly to leave the village in peace.

On into Dunkirk, where the village sign proudly commemorates the local radio mast – and the ‘Battle of Bossenden Wood’. Another act of rebellion along our street, this was a brief skirmish – some claim it as the last armed uprising in Britain – in 1838, led by ‘Sir William Courtenay’, in fact a chancer called John Tom from Cornwall protesting against the new Poor Laws and who had been locked up in the Kent county asylum.

Victorian scholars argued over the location of the next place Chaucer describes only as a ‘litel toun, which that ycleped is Bobbe-up-and-doun, Under the Blee’, but it seems almost obvious as one bobs up and down the Roman road in this undulating place that it refers to Harbledown. This was certainly important to the pilgrims – Henry II himself made penance for Becket’s death by walking barefoot from here to Canterbury (I was too tired to do that myself).

The Hospital of St Nicholas was founded here in the 11th century, around the same time as the church which survives, which claims to have an old shoe buckle which belonged to Becket himself. There are still almshouses here in an echo of those times, and at last – a well of St Thomas which still exists. In around 1513, the great Dutch theologian Erasmus came here with his English friend John Colet, they were invited to kiss the shoe buckle. Colet angrily responded, ‘Do these fools expect us to kiss the shoe of every good man who ever lived? Why not bring us their spittle or their dung to be kissed?’ The church was locked when I visited, so the shoe buckle eluded me.

Finally, into Canterbury. The original Watling Street turned south-east here and entered the city at the long-gone London Gate, near today’s Rheims Way. In 1379, Simon Sudbury, only two years before his decapitation in London by Wat Tyler and friends, built the Westgate, and what was called the Pilgrim’s Road is now what we call London Road. Here are two hostelries for pilgrims of different kinds. One is the St Eastbridge Hospital of Thomas the Martyr, founded in the 12th century and still an almshouse offering accommodation for elderly people of the city.

The other is a bed and breakfast in London Road, the Pilgrims’ Road – and it’s the house where I lived when I was 15 years old. It’s where I stayed at the end of this walk. Did it feel like home? I’m still thinking about that.

Conclusion

Where we are ‘from’ is complicated. A DNA test proved my Kentish heritage but also shows my genetic lineage is 4% from France – no surprise, as I have a French middle surname which I now know some of the history of and which may go back to Huguenot times (many of those original refugees of course settled in Canterbury and in Rochester). And 15% of it seems to be from Sweden and Denmark.

Which brings me to the Jutes. Archaeologists refer to the ‘problem of the Jutes’ – we don’t know much about them other than that they settled in both Kent and around the Isle of Wight. How distinct they were from the Angles and the Saxons isn’t very clear, and over there in Jutland, there seems little evidence of them. In Kent, the ‘ing’ place names – like Sittingbourne, Newington, Ospringe along our Caising Street – may be Jutish. Is my Kentish DNA pointing back further in time to Scandinavia? Is that where I’m from? But we’re all fossil records of ancient migrations.

All along this route I have found vestiges of the ancient ways, echoes and ghosts – of the medieval pilgrims almost a thousand years before us, and of the Romans a thousand years before them. Signs persist, but they mark absences. Perhaps that’s what our identity and sense of belonging is too – a form of cognitive dissonance, holding multiple versions simultaneously. The self is like the ever-changing road, and the journey is our real home.

“All the wonders lie within a stone’s-throw of King’s Cross Station.” – Arthur Machen, Far Off Things

“I began now to appreciate the fact that if you set out, without a map, from your house at 36 Great Russell Street and walk for half an hour eastward or northward you are in fact in an unknown region, a new world.” – Arthur Machen, Things Near and Far

On this dérive-ish London walk I wandered between literary locations: the houses of Charles Dickens and Samuel Johnson (both museums) and various places where Arthur Machen lived.

(With thanks to R.B. Russell’s Occult Territory, Tartarus Press (2022), for details of Machen’s homes.)

As a result I was bizarrely motivated to write a parody of Rowling in the style of Self (notorious for his pleonastic writing style), and then record it in my own imitation of his drawl. I sent it in to the show. (Ironically I actually prefer his writing to hers, but there we are.)

Here is Today’s introduction and excerpt of my brief tale, ‘Harry Potter and the Viscera of Kittens’, and here is the full version I recorded. Just in case you like this sort of nonsense. (Both MP3 files.)

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• 25 Dec 20

  #thewayahead In our family we call this the Britain tree from its vague Albion form. Sadly Kent snapped off a few months ago in a storm. Prescient? But if you look closely you can see #Hookland. Merry Yule, all.

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• 28 Dec 20

  #thewayahead #winterbourne (Confession: I abandoned this way ahead and walked two extra miles to avoid it…)

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• 30 Dec 20

  #thewayahead Today’s choice was between arty shots of icy puddles, or this, which has mysteriously sprouted in the last few days. Obvious winner.

• 31 Dec 20

  #thewayahead It’s said the poet Thomas Bridewell loped through these woods to #Hookland in a fugue state. His journal entries are fragmentary, elusive, but I can see which way he went.

• 1 Jan 21

  #thewayahead An old soldier, standing steadfast while humans come and go down the ages.

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• 24 Jan 21

  @SlowWaysUK @nsummers1234 Oxfordshire Cotswolds (see #thewayahead)

• 25 Jan 21

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• 27 Jan 21

  “In my laudanum-tinctured fever it seemed as if the very trees reached out to grasp me.” – Thomas Bridewell, Journal #thewayahead #hookland

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  #thewayahead – snowdrops for #Candlemas and #Imbolc

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• 5 Feb 21

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• 6 Feb 21

  Lost and bewildered at the Round Castle earthwork, Thomas Bridewell wrote in his journal of the moss men, but this has always been attributed to his condition. #thewayahead @HooklandGuide

• 6 Feb 21

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  #thewayahead Icy path snaking forth, as though we’re in the wake of Andy Goldsworthy.

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• 17 Feb 21

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  #thewayahead 6-mile maiden voyage for new boots. Happy face.

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• 10 Mar 21

  So today is my 100th #thewayahead picture in a row (and the first time I’ve cheated by not using a picture taken on the same day). I’m going to stop this now, and just post more interesting shots occasionally. 1/3

• 13 Mar 21

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• 25 Mar 21

  After 10 years here there’s only one footpath within 3 miles that I’ve never been on (largely because it involves a busy B road at one end). Achievement unlocked. #thewayahead

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• 15 Apr 21

  “An ancient, hungry king beneath the tump, his maw enarboured” – Thomas Bridewell, ‘Anthropophage’, 1874. #FolkloreThursday #thewayahead #hookland

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• 23 Apr 21

  #thewayahead – today marks my 400th consecutive daily walk (min. 3 miles, max. 25 miles, ave. 5.8 miles)

• 27 Apr 21

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• 30 Apr 21

  Now *this* is someone who knows about #thewayahead – Why I’m running 5,000 miles around the coast of Britain solo theguardian.com/travel/2021/ap…

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• 1 Aug 21

  I was walking regularly anyway but lockdowns etc focused me on consistency. Today is Day 500. (Rule is bare minimum of 3 miles but average is about 5.5.) Now what? #thewayahead

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  This amazing place is one of the two quarries in Wales where the bluestones of #Stonehenge came from. #thewayahead

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• 21 Nov 21

  Might not be on #thewayahead much longer – both kids have Covid…

• 26 Nov 21

  #thewayahead Have just walked a mile up and down this corridor (self-isolating), accompanied by @jonronson’s excellent Things Fell Apart

• 2 Dec 21

  Out of isolation, battered but active, and back on #thewayahead

• 18 Jan 22

  #thewayahead

• 28 Jan 22

  One of today’s signs on #thewayahead – one for @nickhayesillus1 and @guyshrubsole – whatever a ‘sunbath’ is.

• 22 Feb 22

  Glad my old friend is still here on #thewayahead

• 29 Mar 22

  Moss on #thewayahead

• 2 Apr 22

  Ah, the colours of spring on #thewayahead

• 3 Apr 22

  The what?! #thewayahead

• 10 Apr 22

  #thewayahead

• 11 Apr 22

  #thewayahead

• 13 Apr 22

  Bathtime on #thewayahead

• 14 Apr 22

  Giving #thewayahead some welly.

• 15 Apr 22

  Early Netflix? #thewayahead

• 19 Apr 22

  Gulp. #thewayahead

• 6 May 22

  Folk horror on #thewayahead? Or perhaps a slip into #hookland.

• 27 May 22

  Choices for #fingerpostfriday @FingerpostFri on #thewayahead

• 30 May 22

  #thewayahead

• 7 Jun 22

  Bee. Cranesbill. #thewayahead

• 7 Jun 22

  Papaverousness on #thewayahead

• 13 Jun 22

  Oh yes. #thewayahead

• 5 Jul 22

  Small skipper and scabious on #thewayahead

• 10 Aug 22

  Glowing tunnel on #thewayahead

• 10 Aug 22

  Night walk, railway, harvest moon. #thewayahead

• 12 Aug 22

  Choices on #thewayahead for #FingerpostFriday

• 26 Aug 22

  Enough ways for you on #thewayahead? #fingerpostfriday

• 29 Aug 22

  #thewayahead

• 30 Aug 22

  Gulp. #thewayahead

• 2 Sep 22

  I’m not sure this is strictly canonical for #fingerpostfriday but it unambiguously shows #thewayahead…

• 16 Sep 22

  A sunny face on #thewayahead

• 7 Oct 22

  Happy #fingerpostfriday #thewayahead

• 14 Nov 22

  An atmospheric start to #thewayahead today.

• 17 Nov 22

  Gotta love autumn on #thewayahead

• 8 Dec 22

  The tree’s embrace on #thewayahead

• 15 Dec 22

  A cheeky -8.6° on #thewayahead today.

• 1 Jan 23

  The zigzag of 2023 on #thewayahead

• 27 Feb 23

  A guiding hand on #thewayahead

• 6 May 22

  One from a couple of weeks ago for #fingerpostfriday

• 6 May 22

  OK, permit me a repost now that I know about @FingerpostFri #fingerpostfriday – but this time without the feeble Netflix gag.

• 20 May 22

  1. So my new thing here is the #10tweetadventure – exploring corners of history or landscape, but told in no more than 10 tweets. Today, for @FingerpostFri #FingerpostFriday, let’s start with the source of the River Thames. Except… it isn’t.

• 27 May 22

  Choices for #fingerpostfriday @FingerpostFri on #thewayahead

• 17 Jun 22

  Something from this week for #fingerpostfriday

• 5 Aug 22

  And speaking of #FingerpostFriday …

• 12 Aug 22

  Choices on #thewayahead for #FingerpostFriday

• 26 Aug 22

  Enough ways for you on #thewayahead? #fingerpostfriday

• 2 Sep 22

  I’m not sure this is strictly canonical for #fingerpostfriday but it unambiguously shows #thewayahead…

• 2 Sep 22

  Here’s a more canonical #fingerpostfriday entry from this week’s walking.

• 9 Sep 22

  Take your pick for #fingerpostfriday

• 16 Sep 22

  Something for #fingerpostfriday – and my latest newsletter is about the place where you can find them… gethistories.com/p/most-secret-…

• 23 Sep 22

  For #fingerpostfriday, this is always a welcome sight on a walk I do most weeks.

• 7 Oct 22

  Happy #fingerpostfriday #thewayahead

• 28 Oct 22

  Another week, another county, another walk, another #fingerpostfriday

• 25 Nov 22

  Back with an old friend for #fingerpostfriday

• 9 Dec 22

  Is it too late for #fingerpostfriday?

• 16 Dec 22

  Wait, what? A round trip for #fingerpostfriday @FingerpostFri

• 30 Dec 22

  A bit wadey this #FingerpostFriday

• 6 Jan 23

  Land vs water. #fingerpostfriday

• 20 Jan 23

  Twas a crisp morning walk for #fingerpostfriday today.

• 27 Jan 23

  Happy birthday to @FingerpostFri #fingerpostfriday

• 10 Feb 23

  RT @richardf: So, for #FingerpostFriday, here’s (I think) Britain’s first European walking route sign. Installed yesterday in Charlbury. Tu…

• 24 Feb 23

  Something for everyone on #fingerpostfriday

• 10 Mar 23

  Am I allowed the oldest kind of waymarker for #fingerpostfriday?

• 24 Mar 23

  Decisions, decisions for #fingerpostfriday

• 28 Apr 23

  It’s #fingerpostfriday – you can go that way, or that way. Or somewhere else.

• 5 May 23

  It’s #fingerpostfriday – unless you’re a horse.

• 12 May 23

  There are always choices on #fingerpostfriday

• 19 May 23

  And here’s the confluence of #fingerpostfriday and #dunstanday twitter.com/chapmanbookman…

• 26 May 23

  This way? #fingerpostfriday

• 9 Jun 23

  HOW MUCH?! #fingerpostfriday

• 16 Jun 23

  A disconcerting #fingerpostfriday

• 30 Jun 23

  A slightly more serious note for #fingerpostfriday this week. This wonderful path runs through a local ancient woodland. (1/4)

• 4 Aug 23

  Where now? Who cares, it’s beautiful. #fingerpostfriday

• 25 Aug 23

  Keep thinking of leaving Twitter but then #fingerpostfriday brings me back…

Amazingly it’s over a year since my last #10tweetadventure celebrating #pancrasday. So what better than tracking down another saint, this time more intimately associated with London. On St Dunstan’s Day, 19 May, I give you… #dunstanday

1 Dunstan (c.909-988) was a proper English (Saxon) saint. He was born in Baltonsborough, Somerset, near Glastonbury where he became abbot. He was later bishop of Worcester, then of London, and Archbishop of Canterbury (serving 7 kings!). Here’s his alleged selfie. #dunstanday

2 It’s thanks to Dunstan we have lucky horseshoes (the story goes he nailed one to the Devil’s hoof, as well as tricking Old Nick in other ways – see picture). A craftsman and scholar himself, he’s the patron of metalworkers, jewellers and locksmiths. #dunstanday

3 We start in Stepney at St Dunstan & All Saints (Church of the High Seas) rebuilt by Dunstan himself (who may have lived nearby), and again in the 15th & 19th C. A Saxon rood cross survives. 17th C herbalist & hermit Roger Crab is buried here (see below). #dunstanday

4 This is all that remains of Whitechapel Bell Foundry (which provided bells at St D’s in Stepney). A sad end for a business that started in the 16th century (but @savetheWbf offers hope). St D allegedly cast bells himself and became the patron of bellringers. #dunstanday

5 The City: all that remains of St Dunstan-in-the-East is this haunting garden. It dates from c.1000, expanded 1391 and patched up in the 1660s after the Great Fire, with a new Wren spire. It was rebuilt again in the 1810s before the 1941 Blitz finally did for it. #dunstanday

6 A detour to Guildhall Art Gallery (@GuildhallArt) & its treasures, including a Roman amphitheatre only found in 1988. (Alas we were unable to look inside the Great Hall, where the figures of Gog & Magog can be found – but we’ll meet them again later anyway…) #dunstanday

7 Westward, to our 3rd church… St Dunstan-in-the-West. It dates from Norman times, rebuilt in the 1830s. Bible translator William Tyndale preached here and poet John Donne was rector. Walton’s Compleat Angler was published here. Predatory Pepys plagued maids here. #dunstanday

8 St D-in-the-W ‘s treasures include this 1586 statue of Elizabeth I moved from the lost Ludgate; a crumbling statue of King Lud himself, with his two sons; up in the tower, the bells are struck hourly by these figures of giants Gog and Magog (or Gogmagog & Corineus) #dunstanday

9 Oddly all 3 churches had 17th C wood carvings by Grinling Gibbons; only one survives – the communion rail here. (Apologies to St Dunstan’s in Cranford Park (too far!) – where Tony Hancock’s ashes lie – & l all the many St Dunstan churches across southern England.) #dunstanday

10 If you’ve enjoyed #dunstanday, see #Pancras day, #10tweetadventure and #londonfogg, or subscribe to my history newsletter (@gethistories, link in bio). The latest edition tells the story of Roger Crab!

Follow-up, 20/6/23

Some offcuts/extras from yesterday’s #dunstanday walk 1/3. Memorial in Stepney; history of Stepney Green; The Good Samaritan pub; Royal London Hospital’s crumbling former outpatients building.

#dunstanday offcuts 2/3. A Cornhill alley; an historic well; the philanderer Pepys; Queen Vic’s diamond jubilee.

And #dunstanday offcuts 3/3. Postman’s Park; the garden at Wren’s Christ Church Greyfriars; Confucius at Clifford’s Inn (in fact the old churchyard of St Dunstans-in-the-West where publishers sold books @joe_saunders1); and The Old Bank of England pub.