Hampstead Heath

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Sandy Heath

From West Heath, you can walk down to North End Road, where you will find The Old Bull & Bush on the other side of the road.

The original building was a farmhouse, licensed to sell ale in 1721. William Hogarth used to drink his ale here, and was said to have planted by his own hand the yew bower in the garden. Thomas Gainsborough was reputed to have said "What a delightful little snuggery is this said Bull and Bush." In the 1890s it was renowned for its gardens and music, and in the Edwardian era it became even more popular, as it was a favourite place for East Londoners on a day out in the "country". It was made famous again by the 15 stone favourite of the music halls, Florrie Forde, with her song Down at the Old Bull & Bush. She once said "Men don't like thin women. They prefer plumpness, pep and personality". I'm not sure many would agree with her now.
Behind the Bull & Bush is partly completed underground station, part of the northern line, between Golders Green and Hampstead stations. It has only ever been used for storing archives for safety in the wars.

Walk down the side of the Old Bull & Bush, and, where the road ends, a path into the woods begins. This is Sandy Heath, which I always knew as the swamp. Large amounts of sand and gravel were excavated in the 1860s for bricks and railway building, so there are a lot of ponds and swampy areas there.

This gate in the middle of the woods is apparently all that is left of the house of Prime Minster William Pitt, Earl of Chatham. He retired there in 1767 to convalesce from various illnesses of both the mind and body.

Walking through the woods, brings you to Spaniards End, where you will find the Spaniards Inn, originally built in 1585 as a country house for the Spanish Ambassador according to tradition. The inn, together with its 18th century toll house, creates a bottle-neck of traffic, as only one vehicle at a time can pass through the narrow gap. They are both listed buildings, and can't be changed. so you just have to put up with it.....part of the charm of the area! Inside it is low and dark, with little snugs here and there, and you can well imagine Dick Turpin plotting his dastardly deeds there. Except that he probably didn't, as apparently he was executed in 1739, before it became an inn. A very attractive pub, with a nice garden and good food.

Carry on down the road, and you come to Kenwood House