We return to "The Diary Of A Nobody" with the Pooters going visiting in North London.
The country idyll has already disappeared and urbanisation is taking over. However, at this time the houses were rather grand "mansions".
In one of them,"only a few minutes’ walk from Muswell Hill Station", lived Mr. Edgar Paul Finsworth.
The Pooters are invited to Sunday Dinner (Lunch).

Muswell Hill
THOUGHTS ON "THE DIARY OF A NOBODY"
The Pooters walked to Watney Lodge
One Sunday morning hot and still
Where public footpaths used to dodge
Round elms and oaks to Muswell Hill.
That burning buttercuppy day
The local dogs were curled in sleep,
The writhing trunks of flowery May
Were polished by the sides of sheep.
And only footsteps in a lane
And birdsong broke the silence round
And chuffs of the Great Northern train
For Alexandra Palace bound.
The Watney Lodge I seem to see
Is gabled gothic hard and red,
With here a monkey puzzle tree
And there a round geranium bed.
Each mansion, each new-planted pine,
Each short and ostentatious drive
Meant Morning Prayer and beef and wine
And Queen Victoria alive.
Dear Charles and Carrie, I am sure,
Despite that awkward Sunday dinner,
Your lives were good and more secure
Than ours at cocktail time in Pinner.
John Betjeman
Note: After reading the poem, go to www.kendrive.blog.co.uk where I have posted some extracts from the "Diary" which describe in more detail the visit to Watney Lodge.
It is all pretty mundane stuff, but it portrays a picture of Victorian England.












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