Tuesday, 17 August 2010

London Particulars

New Cross Road has a lovely new coffee shop, London Particular. It even has its own London Particular blend of coffee. But where does the name come from?

There were two London Particulars: the thick smogs which enveloped the city and an equally thick pea soup named after them. The tribute was apt: Londoners referred to their fogs as 'pea-soupers'. In Sherlock Holmes' Adventure of the Bruce-Partington Plans, Dr Watson described one thus:
In the third week of November, in the year 1895, a dense yellow fog settled down upon London. From the Monday to the Thursday I doubt whether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to see the loom of the opposite houses ... when, for the fourth time, after pushing back our chairs from breakfast we saw the greasy, heavy brown swirl still drifting past us and condensing in oily drops upon the window-panes, my comrade's impatient and active nature could endure this drab existence no longer. ...

"Look out of this window, Watson. See how the figures loom up, are dimly seen, and then blend once more into the cloudbank. The thief or the murderer could roam London on such a day as the tiger does the jungle, unseen until he pounces, and then evident only to his victim."

It's hard for those of us brought up with relatively clean air to imagine what these smogs were like. A thick yellow blanket of coal smoke mixed with damp air, they literally killed people. Even for those not choked by them, there was the terrifying experience of not being able to see vehicles, familiar landmarks, or the ground beneath one's feet. Londoners got lost, fell over, and relied on street lamps burning all day to help them navigate. The Victorian city had streetlights: the smog was what gave its darker side that ominous gloom.

These fogs persisted into the twentieth century, as houses, factories, gasworks and power stations continued to burn coal. The Great Smog of 5-9 December 1952 killed 4,000 people in a matter of days, and perhaps three times as many in total. There was no escape: it made its way indoors, polluting rooms and causing or aggravating respiratory conditions. Some people also died from falling into the now-invisible Thames. Outdoors, people covered their noses and mouths with handkerchiefs or scarves. Performances were cancelled due to poor visibility and coughing audiences, road transport became impracticable, schools closed. At its thickest, visibility was so low that people couldn't see their own feet. Nickel in the Machine has a collection of photographs, with eye-witness accounts in the comments.

Parliament was prompted to act, and the Clean Air Act 1956 marked the beginning of the end for the genuine London Particular. It lives on in benign form as a cultural reference, an evocation of Holmesian atmosphere, and a rather nice coffee shop.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Even though I never lived in London, we visited from South Wales each December to stay with friends, see the Christmas lights and decorated store windows and visit Father Christmas in Selfridges store.
The thing I remember about the smog in 1952 when I was 8 years old was holding my fathers hand (being sternly warned that under no circumstances was I to let go) and feeling his fingers but not being able to see them. I think as a family we were very lucky as my mother was a very bad asthmatic and my youngest sister ( very well wrapped up) was only a couple of months old.
It seemed to take for ever to get from Oxford Street to our friends house in NW10 but we just felt relieved to be safe and sound and none of us suffered the terrible effects that so many Londoners experienced

Minnie said...

Fascinating post, Caroline - and thank you, too, for the link to the other site (which, unfortunately,is difficult to navigate & comment on otherwise as fab as yours!).
I grew up in the Chilterns & trips to London were very frequent, so I remember the pea-soupers - which went on until the '60s, as the Clean Air Act of '56 took ages to clear what was in effect a kind of smog-backlog.

Philip Wilkinson said...

Really interesting post, as usual. Look out for 1950s mystery novel London Particular, by Christianna Brand.

CarolineLD said...

Thank you all for the comments. I find this aspect of London's past intriguing, but I'm not sorry to have missed experiencing it myself. Not being able to see as far as your own hand sounds terrifying.

Minnie, I love the phrase 'smog-backlog'! It's a good way to encapsulate the rather gradual improvement.

Philip, I will look out for that book. I'm a big fan of mystery novels, especially with a London setting.

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