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A1 PUB CRAWL - part one - London to Peterborough

Updated: Jun 20


I am a Cartophile, a person who studies and loves maps and have done since the day my father gave me a 1980’s reader digest map book whilst doing a journey from Stevenage to Maidstone when I was a child. I studied that map book inside out and started to know where a lot of the towns were placed on the map. Then the roads linking them. I am sure my father gave me that book just to shut me up as a child. Since then the road map has changed a little in the United Kingdom, motorways in inner London have disappeared and changed into A roads to ease congestion, new toll road motorways in the Midlands and new bridges have been built across main rivers (also to ease congestion). 

A1 London to Edinburgh hike - day 01
The start of the A1 in London, I am so excited!

However one road which is known to everyone (if interested in Britain's road network of course), is the A1. The longest road on the islands which connects the English capital of London and Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland. Along some parts of the current A1, there is evidence to show that a road has always been here connecting London to the north, especially between Durham and the Antione Wall in Scotland, where the Romans built a road called Dere Street. The current A1 (and the motorway sections known as the A1(M)), I have driven up and down the A1 millions of times (especially the bit between Peterborough, Stevenage and London) and done the rest of the route up to Edinburgh on numerous occasions, even counting the roundabouts on the way. Did you know north of Stirling Corner in London, there are five roundabouts on the road (two in Biggleswade, one in Sandy, then the big (and awful) Black Cat roundabout (which connects to the A421 for Bedford and Milton Keynes) and then Buckden near Huntingdon. After that, there are 276 miles of NO roundabouts until Berwick-upon-Tweed on the English-Scottish border (then there are a few roundabouts on the approach to the Scottish capital). 

A1 map - copyright Wikipedia
Route of the A1, (C) - Wikipedia.

So, the purpose of this blog post, the A1 Pub Crawl. I have to explain. It was a few days away from the crazy day known as Leap Year Day (February 29th 2024) and I had thought. I wanted a challenge which would combine my love of hiking, history, writing, exploring and drinking beers. I also live alongside the A1 in Stevenage and that was it, what about if I did a long walk alongside the A1 and tick off pubs on the way. I am a user and member on the app on my cell phone known as CaskFinder hosted by Cask Marque (where pubs with good ales pay to go on this app, it appears on a map, then members can go to this pub, buy an ale, scan the certificate which is from the Cask Marque headquarters and it ticks off the pub on the app….it is known as the world’s biggest pub crawl). It sounded crazy but whilst ticking off pubs on the app, I am also seeing new places and learning a lot of history. That was it, the challenge was set. 410 miles (660km) was ahead and plenty of quality ales to be drunk on the way. 

Just to note, I won’t be doing this hike all in one hit. I have a wife and two children to support, I am sure my managers at my ‘real job’ wouldn’t want me to have two months off just to walk and get pissed and then there is the bank manager. A lot of money is needed. So I am doing this in sections starting off in London. I will be using the trains a lot to get back to where I finished off the last section and to get back to my base in Stevenage (or hotels if needed on the northern end of the route). Then there is the question of the A1 being dual-carriageway or turned into a motorway in sections along the route. To overcome this, in places I will be walking along the roads which used to be the A1 (but still called the Great North Road) which run alongside the modern-day A1 (and of course, the old pubs and inns are on the old sections as well). I will explain this as I go along.

Section 1 - the start (or finish) of the A1 at St Paul’s Cathedral to Angel (Islington) 

In all my life, I was wrong. I always thought the A1 started at St Paul’s Cathedral in the City of London (to which there is evidence this may have been the case in the past or even at the Bank of England), but the official start point now is at the roundabout where the Museum of London is located which has turn offs for St Paul's Cathedral (to the south), the London Wall (heads eastwards towards Liverpool Street train station) and St Bartholomew's Hospital (to the west) which is kinda handy if I break a leg or something like that after 100 meters of walking after starting the hike.

A quick swift half of IPA at the Greene King managed pub at the Lord Raglan just a few meters south of the official start/finish of the A1 and I was off. I got all excited walking around the roundabout where the Museum of London is housed and found a plaque saying that a building next to the roundabout was the site of Cook’s Hall which was burnt down by fire in 1771. The original building was built around 1500 and even managed to escape the Great Fire of London. After being enlarged in 1674, a fire in 1764 partially destroyed the building and was rebuilt. Then a few years later in 1771 it was totally destroyed. Before anyone asks, yes, Cook’s Hall was a place where people learned to cook and cook for the rich in the local area. 

Making sure I didn’t get hit by one of those lovely red double-decker buses, I was heading north on Aldersgate Street. There is no sign at the roundabout to say this road is the A1. Nothing at all but all the street maps and Google Maps state that this road is the A1. This part of the road is on the outskirts of the City of London, so I was already leaving the skyscrapers behind me. Aldersgate is named after one of the four gates which is located on the nearby London Wall, an medieval wall which encircled the area known as today, ‘the city of London’ and records of this are dated back to the 1300s. I reached Barbican underground station in the first 250 meters of the walk. In the past this station used to be called Aldersgate before the Barbican development in the area was being built after the Second World War. This area was totally bombed in the war by the Luftwaffe who were the aerial-warfare branch of the Wehrmacht. Nice fellows they were, not. At least, somehow, nearby St Paul's Cathedral didn’t get bombed by them, Prime Minister Winston Churchill made sure of that. At all costs, he said that the Nazi Germans must not bomb St Paul’s, otherwise this will make the British sad (something like that anyway).

The buildings along Aldersgate are an eyesore. They maybe amazing back in the 1950s or 1960s but look out of place with the modern City of London in the background. I wasn’t impressed. I kept on walking until I found a Shepherds Neame pub called the Old Ivy House. It is not on the Cask Marque app (I wish it was…hint hint Shepherds Neame), but I also tick off Shepherds Neame. I love their beer. They are one of Britain's oldest breweries located in the Garden of England, Faversham in Kent. My family are from Kent and I did live there for a short while in the mid 2000s in stunning places like Chatham, Strood and Northfleet with my ex-girlfriend at the time. However I spent a lot of time drinking with her old man, sometimes in places like Rainham, but most of the time, in Shepherds Neame pubs down in Faversham every Saturday night. Loved the pubs down there and I wish I discovered their ales a bit more sooner as I was a bit of a lager boy back then. I even drank a lot of Oranjeboom (the Dutch lager) in those times. Probably the only good part of that two year relationship with my ex. Anyways…..

After leaving the pub and having a half of the Cobnut, I just kept on walking. Aldersgate Street turns into Goswell Road. There was a shop here way back in the 1840s of a back and confectioner Tom Smith (1823-1869), who may have invented the Christmas Cracker. Another bit of history I found whilst doing research for the start of the A1 is that in this area, the first successful four-minute mile was run by James Parrott on the 9th of May 1770. He ran the whole mile length of Old Street (which crosses Goswell Road) to finish somewhere in the grounds of the Church of St Leonard’s in nearby Shoreditch. Time methods around this time after the invention of the chronometer by John Harrison were accurate enough to measure the four minutes correctly, & sporting authorities accepted the claim. However Old Street has an 11-foot downward fall and the record is not recognised by modern sporting bodies. As a runner I didn’t know this until I did my research. Learn something new everyday. 

The road leads to a crossroad at Angel and I am now in the Borough of Islington. The road to the west of me heads down the hill towards Kings Cross, St Pancras and Euston’s station and is the main road to get out of the city if heading westwards. The road to the east heads towards Spitalfields and is the northern bypass of the City of London. The road is the A501 if anyone wants to know that fact. Straight over is where the A1 carries on and is also known as Islington High Street. This is where my walk on section one finishes but before I downed tools and walked down the hill to catch my train home, there is a pub called the Old Red Lion which is also housed in the fringe theatre, also named Old Red Lion Theatre Club which was founded in 1979. 

A1 hike - Angel, Islington, London
The junction at Angel in Islington with Islington high street on the right.

The pub in itself is one of the oldest in London, having first been built in 1415 in what was then the rural village of Islington in open countryside and fields. A house called Goose Farm and some nearby cattle pens (for herds being driven to Smithfield Market) were the only structures to adjoin it, and St John Street (then called Chester Road) was a country lane. The Old Red Lion was rebuilt in 1899 adding two exits onto different streets. This gave the pub the nickname "the In and Out", since taxi passengers could avoid paying their fare by entering it through one door and disappearing through the other.

After an eventful 1.2 miles, I can’t wait to see what history, what pubs and different landscapes behold in front of me as I make my way towards Edinburgh on my made up pub crawl involving the pubs on the Cask Marque app. Next on route, the section between Angel and Holloway Road underground station.

Date: February 26th 2024.

Distance walked: 1.2 miles - 2km.

Distance to go to the finish at the east end of Princes Street, Edinburgh: 396miles/637km

Pubs on the way:

Lord Raglan - 61 St Martin's Le Grand (south of the roundabout). 

Old Red Lion - 418 St John St (at Angel Junction). 

Non-CM pubs on the way:

The Old Ivy House (Shepherds Neame) - half way along Aldersgate.

A1 hike - my hike for day 1.

Section two: Angel (Islington) to Holloway Road underground station

Back on the underground using the Northern Line to get back to the point where I left off the previous weeks little pub crawl arriving at Angel, which is one of two underground stations named after pubs (the other being Elephant and Castle). This part of Islington known as Angel takes its name from the original 17th-century coaching inn which stood at number one, Islington High Street (on the junction with Pentonville Road where there used to be a tollgate for people wanting to use their horse and carts up the Great North Road). Built in 1639, rebuilt in 1819 and then at the turn of the twentieth century, it remained a pub until 1921 which then the Co-op bank arrived and took over (and remained here until 2020’s where it closed down recently and the building remains empty). In the past travellers would rest here overnight rather than risk the open land between Islington and the City, which was infested by highwaymen and other thieves. There were also large fields for farmers to rest their animals before the journey to Smithfield meat market near Farringdon. The Angel was rebuilt in 1819 and became a coaching inn, the first northward staging post outside the City of London. It became a local landmark and was mentioned in Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, in connection with Oliver’s first meeting with the Artful Dodger: “it was nearly eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington. They crossed from The Angel into St John’s Road”.

The area in which it was situated used to be called Merry Islington because from time immemorial it had been a great entertainment centre for Londoners. The Collins Music Hall, the Grand Theatre and the Philharmonic Hall were all situated here.

Next door to this building is the nearest pub to the junction (not on Cask Marque) which is now called The Junction, which used to be a Wetherspoons establishment but is now owned as an independent pub. 

A1 pub crawl day 02 - Angel to Holloway Road

Walking down the high street towards my first pub, I noticed the raised pavements which are done in sections along this road. This is because (again) back in the day, horses and carts would come up and down this road all day, mud splashing about and making people dirty whilst walking. So raised payments were built so people wouldn't get dirty as much.

A1 pub crawl day 02 - Angel to Holloway Road
Raised Pavements on Upper Street, Islington

First pub of the day was the Steam Passage Tavern, a nice bar with some great decor (loving the street map display on one side of the bar of the local area). Great staff, clean, quiet (well, it was before lunchtime!) and had half of Bombardier’s Glorious English ‘to get the ball rolling’.

Next up I had to backtrack about 200 meters to tick off The York, which is owned by Nicholsons pubs. If I had the time, I would have had a nice Steak and Ale pie but not today, time was of the most important. Usually I would go for a Nicholson’s Pale Ale brewed by those lovely guys in St Austell, Cornwall but today I went for a half of Burrow’s Blonde Ale. Never tried it but it went down a treat.

Heading north along the A1 again and it wasn’t long before I was in the Fox on the Green, a nice sports bar and went for a half of Timothy Taylor’s Landlord, which wasn’t too bad, not always my first choice but as I was on a crawl with a few pubs today, I wanted to keep it easy.

Half way on today’s walk I went into The Vineyard, not a traditional London Pub. A spacious bar underneath an exposed brick arch, with a retro-style feel and outdoor space. Great place to watch sports, that's for sure. I was a bit unlucky here as they had problems with their cask ales so went for half of Amsterdam’s finest lager, Amstel.

The next pub is history. Not the pub itself but the music scene the pub associates itself with. The Hope and Anchor (which is owned by Greene King). Everybody who was anybody passed through these doors in the 'Seventies and 'Eighties: The Clash, The Cure, The Jam, The Police, Dire Straits, The Specials, The Stranglers, The Damned, Dr Feelgood, X-Ray Specs, Eurythmics, Elvis Costello and Madness to name just a few! U2 (famously in front of 8 people) and Joy Division (tragic frontman Ian Curtis having his first epileptic fit as he returned home from the gig), both had their debut London shows here!!

The venue gained such a high reputation that The Front Row Festival in 1977 (which featured XTC, Shakin’ Stevens and Tom Robinson) was recorded and released as a live double album by Warner, reaching No. 28 in the UK Album Charts. The Stranglers, Elvis Costello and The Saints also recorded live albums here, and Madness shot their music video to "One Step Beyond" in the place, Check it out here!. The venue bar even inspired a song – Splodgenessabounds' cult hit 'Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps Please' - apparently an ode to the futility trying to get served at the Hope! It reached No. 7 in the UK Singles Chart. This century has seen the likes of The Libertines and Enter Shikari also grace the stage. 

Very shortly I was back on the A1 and landed up outside the underground station, Highbury and Islington (also an London Overground station and has National Rail services between Moorgate and Welwyn Garden City, Stevenage and Hertford if you wanted to know). The road layout has changed a lot since I rode as a passenger in my dad’s car when we used to drive from Kent back to our home near Stevenage in my childhood years. There used to be a roundabout here but now it's a two way street with half of the area being pedestrianised. There is a Wetherspoons pub here, The White Swan, which was originally the headquarters of the Working Men's Club & Institute Union.

Last pub of the day was The Famous Cock Tavern. Owned by Stonegate, It is a large single room pub with booths and larger tables at front street-side entrance, adjacent to Highbury and Islington station. Sports on TV screens dominate and can be loud, sometimes two different games are being shown.

I carried on walking up the A1 which is also known as Holloway Road and finished up at the underground station where I turned off here and walked past the mighty Arsenal stadium known as the Emirates (with the old stadium being nearby, Highbury, which was turned into apartments). Finishing up at Finsbury Park station and taking the train home back to Stevenage, feeling very happy (and slightly tipsy) after the several half pints I did today.

Date: March 4th 2024.

Distance walked: 1.9 miles - 3.1km. In total: 3.1 miles - 5.1km

Pubs on the way: (all Cask Marque/Caskfinder pubs):

Steam Passage Tavern. - Upper Street, Islington.

The York - 82 Islington High Street.

Fox on the Green - 1, Islington Green (located on the A1).

The Vineyard - 179 Upper Street, Islington.

The Hope and Anchor. -207 Upper Street, Islington.

White Swan - 255-256 Upper Street, Islington

The Famous Cock Tavern. -259 Upper Street, Islington.

A1 Pub Crawl - day two stats

Section 3 & 4 - Holloway Road to Potters Bar

Holloway Road, a 3km wide road which is one of the main shopping roads in North London, I continued my walk towards Edinburgh by walking very fast as I didn’t really enjoy this part of the walk. As soon as I got away from the hustle and bustle, I came to the area known for Dick Whittington, also known as Archway. I checked out the Archway Tavern (more on this later) however it is all about Dick Whittington.

The legend of Dick Whittington and his Cat is one of England's most famous folk tales and there is evidence to suggest that the pantomime version of the story, that still delights audiences today, was being played in much the same form in the 17th century. Dick was a poor boy who lived in the days of King Edward III and who came to London expecting to find the streets "paved with gold". Unfortunately, the best he could manage was employment as a scullion in the Kitchen of a wealthy merchant, Mr Fitzwarren. Bullied by the cook and plagued by the mice and rats that infested his attic, the poor lad was miserable. Hoping to deal at least with the latter of his problems, he bought himself a cat, which soon rid his room of the troublesome furry pests.

A1 Pub Crawl, Dick Whittington
Dick Whittington hears the bells from Bow Church from Archway - (Photo By Mary Evans Picture Library/Peter & Dawn Cope Collection)

When Mr Fitzwarren offered his servants a stake in a cargo of merchandise that was bound for Barbary, Dick had nothing to venture but his cat. Fortunately, his employer accepted the feline investment and the ship set sail. But no sooner had it done so, than the cook's harassment intensified, causing Dick to run away. He had gone as far as Holloway when, exhausted and footsore with the uphill trek out of London, he sat on a stone to rest his legs. As he was catching his breath, the bells of Bow Church began to chime in the valley below, and Dick fancied that he heard them speak, urging him: "Turn again Whittington Thrice Lord Mayor of London". Intrigued, he decided to go back to Mr Fitzwarren's house, where he discovered that the ship had returned and with it had come a change in his fortunes. Apparently the Captain of the vessel had arrived in Barbary to find the King’s Palace overrun with rats. He loaned him Dick’s cat, which quickly dispatched the troublesome vermin, whereupon the grateful monarch purchased the entire cargo for a fantastical sum of money and paid ten times the amount again, to buy Dick’s cat. Thereafter, Dick Whittington’s fortunes went from strength to strength. He married his master’s daughter Alice and prospered immensely, crowning his achievements by becoming, just as the bells had foretold, three times Lord Mayor of London.

Richard Whittington (1358-1423) was the youngest son of Sir William Whittington, a wealthy Gloucestershire Squire, is actually a real life person. By his early thirties. he was a successful London merchant and had married Alice, the daughter of Sir Ivo Fitzwaryn. By the 1390's he was a master merchant, employing five apprentices and supplying expensive silks, cloth and textiles to the court of King Richard II. He had also begun loaning money to the Royal Exchequer and when the mayor of London died in 1397, the King showed his gratitude by appointing Whittington to the post. The citizens of London appear to have been more than satisfied by this, since the following year they re-elected him.

When Henry IV deposed King Richard II in 1399, Whittington continued to prosper and such was his importance as a source of ready cash to the Crown that by the end of Henry's reign, he had lent a total of £21,562. Since usury was illegal at the time, it seems that Whittington's only profit from these loans was the currying of Royal favour. He became mayor twice more, in 1406 and 1419 and served as MP for London in 1416. There is still debate as to the nature of the historical Richard Whittington's cat. He was buried in the London Church St Michael Pater Noster, and, although the site of his tomb is now unknown, his memory lives on in one of England's most timeless and well known folk tales. (Or the other question to ask is, was Dick Whittington two people, one a panto character with a cat, the other a nice old man in the high realms of London politics?). 

Well, after checking out the stone which sits next to the Great North Road and the Whittington Park, the Whittington pub, the Whittington hospital and the statue of Dick Whittington’s cat, it was time to head further up the hill to the area known as Archway. One of the most iconic bridges can be found here known as Archway Bridge, also known as Hornsey Lane Bridge, which has been here since 1900 and made out of cast iron. However its also known as Suicide Bridge after a lot of people threw themselves of the bridge to end their lives. The final tipping point for locals was in 2010 when three people in three weeks threw themselves off the bridge so extra safety measures have been put into place. The bridge also marks the border of the London boroughs of Islington and Haringey. Near to the west of where I was standing is the famous Highgate Park cemetery where lies the graves of famous people such as Karl Marx, George Michael and Douglas Adams to name a few. I wanted to go and visit but I didn’t fancy paying for a tour to walk around the grounds. 

Archway Road ends with a junction at the northern end of the road. The modern A1 carries on north-westwards towards Mill Hill and to the west of Barnet whilst the old A1, which is still called the Great North Road would be the turning I would take. I would carry on the old route for the Great North Road (which the road number is A1000 and would carry on northwards towards Welwyn Garden City). Just a couple minutes along the road, I came to my first two Cask Marque pubs of the day, The Old White Lion and The Bald Faced Stag. I am now in East Finchley. Not much goes on around here however there is music history here as I found out recently. 

The Kinks. Heard of them? They were the London version of The Beatles during the 1960s I heard….personal opinion, I agree. I am not much into the music by those guys from Merseyside, even when I went to Liverpool for the first time over a decade again, checked out the museum on them etc, nope, it didn’t do much for me. The Kinks on other hand were just amazing, their lyrics, the tunes, the style, give me Kinks any day of the week. Earlier I went into the Archway Tavern, this is famous because the inside of the pub was used as a photograph as the cover of The Kinks tenth studio album, Muswell Hillbillies. The album is named after the Muswell Hill area of London (only a few clicks from where I was standing), where the band leaders (and brothers) Ray and Dave grew up and the band were formed there in the early 1960s. So I went in there for that reason alone. 

As I walked along the Great North Road in East Finchley, there is a side road called Denmark Terrace (which is part of the main road Fortis Green). Anyway, at number 6, is the house where Ray and Dave Davies were born. Across the road is the pub, The Clissold Arms, where the brothers gave their very first musical endeavour. However in mid-1996 The Kinks gave their last public performance here during a party for Dave’s 50th birthday. How is that for music history? 

Back on the Great North Road, it was time to hit up The Tally Ho (on Cask Marque of course) pub in North Finchley. The pub was built in 1927 on a wedge-shaped plot where Ballards Lane meets the Great North Road. It replaced the Park Road Hotel on the same site and was originally under the management of Charrington Brewery. The pub was named after the nearby Tally Ho Corner where in the 1820s and 1830s the Tally Ho Coach Company kept horses that were used for the first change of horses for the Birmingham mail coach.  

After the Tally Jo I headed north again out of North Finchley through Whetstone where the Great North Road is getting wider in places and the houses have a bigger, more Victorian feel (and probably more expensive). Up the hill to Chipping Barnet, passing the site where Barnet Football Club used to play in a middle of a housing estate on the left (called Underhill), have some good memories of my team Stevenage getting positive results from there and to the right is the end of the Northern Line (High Barnet branch). This would be the point that I leave the London Underground behind. Just the East Coast mainline to hog alongside. 

A1 Pub Crawl - high Barnet Cinema
Another 1920's cinema found on the Great North Road, this time at High Barnet

Chipping Barnet, situated on a top of a hill which is a slog to walk up, has been in the history books since 1070 but not much has happened around here apart from the Battle of Barnet (more of that in a moment). The tomb of Thomas Ravenscroft, an English musician, editor and theorist is buried in the church. However, the only recent history has to be about twenty years ago, a tongue-in-cheek movement calling for the name Barnet to be changed to "Barnét" began to gain the attention of the public and the national media, with many public road signs in the area regularly being altered to contain the accented character.

A1 Pub Crawl - High Barnet
Great North Road, High Barnet

I did two pubs in quick succession, the first being the Ye Olde Mitre Inn which was  established by 1633 and is probably the oldest remaining of the town's once numerous coaching inns. The Mitre primarily catered for the large number of stage coaches that passed through Chipping Barnet each day and a War Office survey of 1756 reported that it could provide 12 beds and stabling for 26 horses. In February 1660, General Monck of the English army is supposed to have stayed at the Mitre Inn on his way to London to restore King Charles II to the throne, after the Commonwealth. According to the Mitre's own legend, a bet was placed at the Barnet horse fair that a horse could not be ridden backwards up Barnet Hill, at the top of which the pub is located, but the rider was not able to collect his money as he was dismounted from his horse and killed after colliding with the pub's sign. The Ye Olde Mitre Inn is surely a lovely old pub which I thought I was stepping back in time and the range of ales was excellent. I sure hope I come back to this pub again in the future. 

The other pub on the northern end of town is Ye Olde Monken Holt. This is the last pub in Barnet heading north (or the first pub in Barnet and London if coming from the north)  and a pub has been on the site since 1869, although originally it was called 'The Bell' and was two small houses with two rooms downstairs and two upstairs. The Bell was really a retail shop and ran for around a dozen years until renaming itself the Monkenholt Arms, then from 1880, the 'Monken Holt, Ye Old'. It is known that there was a cell or chapel in Barnet where monks resided and the area of Monken Hadley may reference this. The earliest references note the Pryors of Hatfield as owners, but Richard Kefford was licensee of the Bell until Alfred White became licensee, in 1895 after the name had changed. The Barnet Brewery bought it in 1907 and whilst it dabbled with a change of name to simply 'The Monk', it reverted to its more traditional name in 2017. Again, another nice pub with its old-world cozy atmosphere and run by fantastic staff. A quick drink here and it was time to head north. 

However, a few meters up the road there is an historic site to check out. The Battle of Barnet was fought on the morning of Easter Day 14 April 1471. It was an important battle in the Wars of the Roses between Edward VI and the Earl of Warwick (called the king maker).

The Wars of the Roses External link was a series of civil wars fought between two  aristocratic families, the House of York and the House of Lancaster. King Edward IV and Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, had been allies during the wars and their success had led to the overthrow of Henry VI (of Lancaster) and the crowning of Edward (of York) as king. Warwick expected that his friends and favourites would be rewarded in the new court with prestigious positions. But Edward decided to favour the friends and relatives of his wife, the Queen consort of England, instead. After much conflict Warwick drove Edward into exile and placed Henry VI back on the throne. Edward, who returned in March 1471 with an army of Burgundian mercenaries, marched on London and took Henry prisoner.

The armies of Edward and Warwick met for the last time at Barnet at a place called Gladmore Heath. No one is sure where Gladmore Heath was, as the name has long ceased to be used. Many believe that the battle was in and around Hadley. The surrounding area is protected as London’s only registered battlefield site. Early in the morning of the battle, there was a thick fog. The armies engaged and one of Warwick's commanders succeeded in routing one of the flanks of Edward's army, and pursued them back to Barnet. But while they were away, the push of battle swung the armies around, and on returning they mistook the badge of another of Warwick's commanders (a star with streams of light) for the badge of their enemy Edward (a sun with rays). They attacked their own side, which panicked and fled. Warwick lost the battle and was killed.

Going north, I was in the countryside. Away from the London urban area. Fields and trees were aplenty. I walked through a small village called Bentley Heath and stopped here at the first pub in Hertfordshire (or last pub before heading into London), The Duke of York. The building itself used to be a coaching inn for horses and carts to stop off during their journeys. The origin of the name of the pub, The Duke of York, was first created in 1385 for Edmund of Langley, the fourth surviving son of King Edward III. Unlike many titles, this one has frequently died out due to general heirlessness, but it has been resurrected many times over - eleven to be precise. Indeed, the current Duke of York himself has no male heirs: the fact that the dukedom has rarely passed from father to son has led to the belief that the title is cursed. Of the fourteen dukes to date, five have died childless and six became king only after the death of an elder brother. The title has ever since been passed to the second son of the British monarch of the time. I really like this pub, spacious, clean, great staff, and above all, a great range of beers from local breweries. 

The next landmark I walked past was the M25, London’s orbital road which has been here since 1986. I call it London’s number one car park. Potters Bar came very quickly. With the looks of the buildings and shops along the high street, I thought I was still in a suburb of North London. The Cask and Stillage would be the last pub today and was bustling with people who had just finished work. After this, it was time to head to the train station nearby to end this section of the walk along the Great North Road.  

Pubs visited on this section:

The Whittington Stone - Cask Marque

Archway Tavern - Cask Marque

The Old White Lion - 121 Gt North Road, East Finchley - Cask Marque