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THE MAKING OF OUR URBAN
LA N D S C A P E
T HE MA K I N G OF OUR
UR BA N LA N D SC A P E
G E O F F R E Y TYA C K
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Preface
Over half the world’s population currently live in towns or cities, and
by 2050 the number is expected to rise to two thirds. The vast
majority of the British people are town-dwellers, and urban
agglomerations account for some ten per cent of our land use.
Towns and cities are the background against which we live our lives,
and if we try to understand their history we can go some way
towards understanding ourselves. Most of our towns can trace their
origin back to the Middle Ages, some even to the Roman Empire,
and more or less substantial traces of the past can still be seen in
their streets, their buildings and their public spaces. Few visitors can
be unaware of the influence of the past on the appearance of
Edinburgh or Bath, but the past has also shaped the public faces of
Manchester, Birmingham, Glasgow, Cardiff and other towns and
cities across our island. ‘Place-making’ has become something of a
vogue word among urban planners in recent years, and this book
has been written with the aim of explaining the processes by which
the places that we often take for granted have been created over
the past millennium or more.
I have been interested in the history of the urban landscape ever
since my childhood in South London. My father worked as a civil
servant in a former warehouse complex next to Tower Bridge, and
my mother grew up in the East End; my grandmother never left it. I
started exploring central London as a teenager, and on foot—still the
only way to properly understand towns and cities. My first paid
employment involved writing the histories of North London suburbs,
and since then my interests have taken me to towns throughout the
British Isles, Europe and the wider world, especially the United
States. A large part of the fascination of urban history lies in its
variety; each town, each suburb even, has its own unique history. If
the reader can share some of my enjoyment in getting to
understand these places better, I will have achieved a large part of
my aim.
All historians stand on the shoulders of their predecessors, and
for a historian of the urban landscape those shoulders are both
broad and numerous. I am indebted to early chroniclers and
topographers such as John Leland in the sixteenth century and Celia
Fiennes in the seventeenth, and to more recent writers such as W.
G. Hoskins, the doyen of English local and landscape history (though
not a lover of large cities), to the compilers of the invaluable
Cambridge Urban History of Britain (2000), and to the authors of the
many excellent town and city histories that have come out in recent
years. I have made extensive use of multi-volume works such as the
Victoria County History for those parts of England that have been
covered; the Historic Towns atlas, still flourishing and expanding;
and Nikolaus Pevsner’s Buildings of England series (especially in its
second, revised incarnation), and the companion volumes on
Scotland and Wales. Our understanding of urban history has been
profoundly enhanced in recent years by the research of
archaeologists and urban geographers, and I have also done my
best to incorporate their insights into my narrative. I am grateful to
Malcolm Airs, John Blair, David Clark, Perry Gauci, Trevor Rowley,
Otto Saumarez-Smith, Robert Thorne and Steven Ward, who have
read and commented on drafts of the chapters, but above all to my
wife Penny for her companionship and her astute comments on the
manuscript as it evolved. I also owe a debt of gratitude to Matthew
Cotton at the Oxford University Press for encouraging me to write
the book, and to Kizzy Taylor-Richelieu, Cathryn Steele and Gayathri
Venkatesan for seeing it through the publication process.
This book inevitably reflects my own interests. I share William
Blake’s belief that ‘art and science cannot exist but in minutely
organized particulars’, and I find the histories of individual places
more enlightening than theories of urban development, useful
though they can sometimes be. I have a special interest in buildings,
both for themselves and for what they tell us about the past. I make
no apology in giving more emphasis than some other writers to
developments over the last two centuries. These were, after all, the
years that did most to shape the urban landscapes that we
experience in our daily lives—the urban population of Britain only
surpassed that of rural areas in the middle of the nineteenth century.
Change is, and always has been, an essential feature of urban life. I
vividly remember visiting Milton Keynes, now a thriving city of some
250,000 people, when it was little more than a gleam in the eyes of
planners and architects, and I finished writing this book just before
the coronavirus pandemic of 2020-21, which temporarily emptied
town and city centres with long-term results that still remain to be
seen. To fully understand today’s urban landscapes, we need to try
and understand change, unearthing the layers that lie beneath the
surface of what we now see and experience, and attempting to
make sense of the often piecemeal, un-coordinated processes that
have created the world that we now inhabit. I hope that this book
will help readers do this for themselves, and to take pleasure in the
process.
Geoffrey Tyack
Oxford
November 2021
Contents
Glossary
Endnotes
Further Reading
Credits
Index
List of Illustrations and Maps
Fig. 1.2 The Roman walls of Canterbury were rebuilt in flint after
1363, with rounded bastions, and have been much restored since
then. The Dane John earthwork, heightened and landscaped in
1790, is in the background.
The late tenth century saw what has been called a ‘rapid and
sustained economic expansion’ in England.20 That helps explain the
revival of Chester, where a burh was established in or about 907 by
Alfred’s daughter Aethelflaed, ‘Lady of the Mercians’, within the walls
of the former Roman fortress. The two main streets followed the
Roman lines, as they still do, save for a kink at the central
crossroads where the alignment was deflected by the building of a
church; Lucian, a monk at St Werburgh’s Abbey (now the Cathedral)
mentioned ‘two excellent straight streets in the form of the blessed
Cross, which through meeting and crossing themselves, then make
four out of two’.21 At some stage in the tenth century the walls were
extended south towards the River Dee, and here a port grew up
from which ships could sail to Ireland and France.22
Given the paucity of extant buildings and the relative lack of
documentation, it is difficult to pinpoint precisely when the ‘proto-
urban’ settlements of the Anglo-Saxon period became towns.
Norwich, not mentioned by name until the 980s, was one of several
developed in a piecemeal, episodic way, its modern street plan only
emerging after several false starts. There was no Roman settlement
on the site alongside the navigable River Wensum as it meandered
between Mousehold Heath—immortalized by the Norwich School of
early nineteenth-century artists—and a lower ridge on the opposite
side of the river. A settlement or wic was founded in the eighth
century on the north side of the river, near the present Fishergate,
and it was later enclosed within a defensive bank, recently
discovered and possibly dating from after the Viking takeover in the
ninth century.23 The town prospered in the eleventh century because
of its location in what was then one of the wealthiest parts of
England, with a thriving local trade in wool and grain and contacts
with ports across the North Sea. As it grew it swallowed up outlying
settlements, and it gradually expanded onto the south bank—the
centre of the present city—with a new market at Tombland (meaning
an empty space) and a quay near the church of St Martin-at-Palace,
where Anglo-Saxon masonry can still be seen. By 1086 Norwich was
one of the largest towns in England, with an estimated population of
between 5,000 and 10,000.
Successive changes often created complex street patterns which
must be disentangled before today’s urban landscapes can be fully
understood. Stamford in Lincolnshire, one of the ‘five boroughs’ of
the Danelaw, is a case in point. Here a burh was established in the
late ninth or early tenth century on an important strategic site on
rising ground to the north of the River Welland at the last point at
which it could be easily crossed as it flowed eastwards towards the
Wash. The fortified enclosure was roughly rectangular in shape and
was bisected by an east-west street (the present High Street). Then
in 918, following the expulsion of the Danes, a second burh was
created by King Edward the Elder on the south (Northamptonshire)
side of the river. The main road from London to Lincoln and York—
the Roman Ermine Street—was diverted to run through it,
descending to cross the river at the point where the valley could be
most easily bridged. It then followed the south-western boundary of
the Danish burh, resulting in two right-angled bends in the centre of
the town that vexed motorists until the building of a modern bypass.
The main street of the Anglo-Saxon settlement still forms the
southern entrance into the town, which gained prosperity from the
growing trade in wool and cloth and spilled out of the Danish
fortifications. New market-places were laid out to the west of the
burh boundary, and in Broad Street to the north, still the site of a
flourishing street market.24 The town reached its peak of prosperity
in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, with a Norman castle
guarding its western border, seven parish churches, and a circuit of
fortifications—of which only a single bastion survives—to mark its
expanded boundary (Fig. 1.6).
Fig. 1.6 Stamford was built on rising ground on the north side of
the River Welland, the towers and spires of its medieval parish
churches still defining its skyline. The meadows in the foreground
were and are liable to flooding, and have remained undeveloped.
The founder of the Order of the Garter did well when he thought of
the “Milites pauperes,” and having created a fraternity for wealthy
and noble cavaliers, created one also for the same number of “poor
knights, infirm of body, indigent and decayed,” who should be
maintained for the honor of God and St. George, continually serve
God in their devotions, and have no further heavy duty, after the
days of bustle and battle, than to pray for the prosperity of all living
knights of the Garter, and for the repose of the souls of all those who
were dead. It was resolved that none but really poor knights should
belong to the fraternity, whether named, as was their privilege, by a
companion of the noble order, or by the sovereign, as came at last to
be exclusively the case. If a poor knight had the misfortune to
become the possessor of property of any sort realizing twenty
pounds per annum, he became at once disqualified for
companionship. Even in very early times, his position, with house,
board, and various aids, spiritual and bodily, was worth more than
this.
To be an alms knight, as Ashmole calls each member, implied no
degradation whatever; quite the contrary. Each poor but worthy
gentleman was placed on a level with the residentiary canons of
Windsor. Like these, they received twelvepence each, every day that
they attended service in the chapel, or abode in the College, with a
honorarium of forty shillings annually for small necessaries. Their
daily presence at chapel was compulsory, except good and lawful
reason could be shown for the contrary. The old knights were not
only required to be at service, but at high mass, the masses of the
Virgin Mary, as also at Vespers and Complins—from the beginning to
the end. They earned their twelvepence honestly, but nevertheless
the ecclesiastical corporation charged with the payment, often did
what such corporations, of course, have never tried to do since the
Reformation—namely, cheat those who ought to have been
recipients of their due. Dire were the discussions between the poor
(and pertinacious) knights, and the dean, canons, and treasurers of
the College. It required a mitred Archbishop of York and Lord
Chancellor of England to settle the dispute, and a very high opinion
does it afford us of the good practical sense of Church and Chancery
in the days of Henry VI., when we find that the eminent individual
with the double office not only came to a happy conclusion rapidly,
and ordered all arrears to be paid to the poor knights, but decreed
that the income of the treasurer should be altogether stopped, until
full satisfaction was rendered to the “milites pauper.” For the sake of
such Chancery practice one would almost consent to take the
Church with it.
But not only did the lesser officials of that Church cheat the veteran
knights of their pay, but their itching palm inflicted other wrong. It was
the fitting custom to divide the fines, levied upon absentees from
public worship, among the more habitually devout brethren.
Gradually, however, the dean and canons appropriated these
moneys to themselves, so that the less godly the knights were, the
richer were the dean and canons. Further, many dying noblemen
had bequeathed very valuable legacies to the College and poor
fraternity of veterans. These the business-like ecclesiastics had
devoted to their own entire profit; and it required stringent command
from king and bishop, in the reign of Richard II., before they would
admit the military legatees even to a share in the bequest.
Not, indeed, that the stout old veterans were always blameless.
Good living and few cares made “fast men” of some of them. There
were especially two in the reign last named, who created very
considerable scandal. These were a certain Sir Thomas Tawne and
Sir John Breton. They were married men, but the foolish old fellows
performed homage to vessels of iniquity, placed by them on the
domestic altar. In other words, they were by far too civil to a couple
of hussies with red faces and short kirtles, and that—not that such
circumstance rendered the matter worse—before the eyes of their
faithful and legitimate wives. The bishop was horror-stricken, no
doubt, and the exemplary ecclesiastics of the College were enjoined
to remonstrate, reprove, and, if amendment did not follow, to expel
the offenders.
Sir Thomas, I presume, heeded the remonstrance and submitted to
live more decorously, for nothing more is said of him. Jolly Sir John
was more difficult to deal with. He too may have dismissed Cicely
and made his peace with poor Lady Breton, but the rollicking old
knight kept the College in an uproar, nevertheless. He resumed
attendance at chapel, indeed, but he did this after a fashion of his
own. He would walk slowly in the procession of red-mantled brethren
on their way to service, so as to obstruct those who were in the rear,
or he would walk in a ridiculous manner, so as to rouse unseemly
laughter. I am afraid that old Sir John was a very sad dog, and,
however the other old gentleman may have behaved, he was really a
godless fellow. Witness the fact that, on getting into chapel, when he
retired to pray, he forthwith fell asleep, and could, or would, hardly
keep his eyes open, even at the sacrament at the altar.
After all, there was a gayer old fellow than Sir John Breton among
the poor knights. One Sir Emanuel Cloue is spoken of who appears
to have been a very Don Giovanni among the silly maids and merry
wives of Windsor. He was for ever with his eye on a petticoat and his
hand on a tankard; and what with love and spiced canary, he could
never sit still at mass, but was addicted to running about among the
congregation. It would puzzle St. George himself to tell all the
nonsense he talked on these occasions.
When we read how the bishop suggested that the King and Council
should discover a remedy to check the rollicking career of Sir
Edmund, we are at first perplexed to make out why the cure was not
assigned to the religious officials. The fact, however, is that they
were as bad as, or worse than, the knights. They too were as often
to be detected with their lips on the brim of a goblet, or on the cheek
of a damsel. There was Canon Lorying. He was addicted to hawking,
hunting, and jollification; and the threat of dismissal, without chance
of reinstalment, was had recourse to, before the canon ceased to
make breaches in decorum. The vicars were as bad as the canons.
The qualifications ascribed to them of being “inflated and wanton,”
sufficiently describe by what sins these very reverend gentlemen
were beset. They showed no reverence for the frolicsome canons,
as might have been expected; and if both parties united in exhibiting
as little veneration for the dean, the reason, doubtless, lay in the
circumstance that the dean, as the bishop remarked, was remiss,
simple, and negligent, himself. He was worse than this. He not only
allowed the documents connected with the Order to go to decay, or
be lost, but he would not pay the vicars their salaries till he was
compelled to do so by high authority. The dean, in short, was a sorry
knave; he even embezzled the fees paid when a vicar occupied a
new stall, and which were intended to be appropriated to the general
profit of the chapter, and pocketed the entire proceeds for his own
personal profit and enjoyment. The canons again made short work of
prayers and masses, devoting only an hour each day for the whole.
This arrangement may not have displeased the more devout among
the knights; and the canons defied the bishop to point out anything in
the statutes by which they were prevented from effecting this
abbreviation of their service, and earning their shilling easily. Of this
ecclesiastical irregularity the bishop, curiously enough, solicited the
state to pronounce its condemnation; and an order from King and
Council was deemed a good remedy for priests of loose thoughts
and practices. A matter of more moment was submitted to the
jurisdiction of meaner authority. Thus, when one of the vicars, John
Chichester, was “scandalized respecting the wife of Thomas Swift”
(which is a very pretty way of putting his offence), the matter was left
to the correction of the dean, who was himself censurable, if not
under censure—for remissness, negligence, stupidity, and fraud. The
dean’s frauds were carried on to that extent that a legacy of £200
made to the brotherhood of poor knights, having come to the
decanal hands, and the dean not having accounted for the same,
compulsion was put on him to render such account; and that
appears to be all the penalty he ever paid for his knavery. Where the
priests were of such kidney, we need not wonder that the knights
observed in the dirty and much-encumbered cloisters, the
licentiousness which was once common to men in the camp.
Churchmen and knights went on in their old courses, notwithstanding
the interference of inquisitors. Alterations were made in the statutes,
to meet the evil; some knights solicited incorporation among
themselves, separate from the Church authorities; but this and other
remedies were vainly applied.
In the reign of Henry VIII. the resident knights were not all military
men. Some of them were eminent persons, who, it is thought,
withdrew from the world and joined the brotherhood, out of devotion.
Thus there was Sir Robert Champlayne, who had been a right lusty
knight, indeed, and who proved himself so again, after he returned
once more to active life. Among the laymen, admitted to be poor
knights, were Hulme, formerly Clarencieux King-at-arms; Carly, the
King’s physician: Mewtes, the King’s secretary for the French
language; and Westley, who was made second baron of the
Exchequer in 1509.
The order appears to have fallen into hopeless confusion, but Henry
VIII., who performed many good acts, notwithstanding his evil deeds
and propensities, bequeathed lands, the profits whereof (£600) were
to be employed in the maintenance of “Thirteen Poor Knights.” Each
was to have a shilling a day, and their governor, three pounds, six
and eightpence, additional yearly. Houses were built for these
knights on the south side of the lower ward of the castle, where they
are still situated, at a cost of nearly £3000. A white cloth-gown and a
red cloth-mantle, appropriately decorated, were also assigned to
each knight. King James doubled the pecuniary allowance, and
made it payable in the Exchequer, quarterly.
Charles I. intended to increase the number of knights to their original
complement. He did not proceed beyond the intention. Two of his
subjects, however, themselves knights, Sir Peter La Maire and Sir
Francis Crane, left lands which supplied funds for the support of five
additional knights.
Cromwell took especial care that no knight should reside at Windsor,
who was hostile to his government; and he was as careful that no
preacher should hold forth there, who was not more friendly to the
commonwealth than to monarchy.
At this period, and for a hundred years before this, there was not a
man of real knight’s degree belonging to the order, nor has there
since been down to the present time. In 1724 the benevolent Mr.
Travers bequeathed property to be applied to the maintenance of
Seven Naval Knights. It is scarcely credible, but it is the fact, that
seventy years elapsed before our law, which then hung a poor
wretch for robbing to the amount of forty shillings, let loose the funds
to be appropriated according to the will of the testator, and under
sanction of the sovereign. What counsellors and attorneys fattened
upon the costs, meantime, it is not now of importance to inquire. In
1796, thirteen superannuated or disabled lieutenants of men-of-war,
officers of that rank being alone eligible under Mr. Travers’s will,
were duly provided for. The naval knights, all unmarried, have
residences and sixty pounds per annum each, in addition to their
half-pay. The sum of ten shillings, weekly, is deducted from the
“several allowances, to keep a constant table.”
The Military and Naval Knights—for the term “Poor” was dropped, by
order of William IV.—no longer wear the mantle, as in former times;
but costumes significant of their profession and their rank therein.
There are twenty-five of them, one less than their original number,
and they live in harmony with each other and the Church. The
ecclesiastical corporation has nothing to do with their funds, and
these unmarried naval knights do not disturb the slumbers of a single
Mr. Brook within the liberty of Windsor.
In concluding this division, let me add a word touching the
KNIGHTS OF THE BATH.
There was no more gallant cavalier in his day than Geoffrey, Earl of
Anjou. He was as meek as he was gallant. In testimony of his
humility he assumed a sprig of the broom plant (planta genista) for
his device, and thereby he gave the name of Plantagenet to the long
and illustrious line.
If his bravery raised him in the esteem of women, his softness of
spirit earned for him some ridicule. Matilda, the “imperially perverse,”
laughed outright when her sire proposed she should accept the hand
of Geoffrey of Anjou. “He is so like a girl,” said Matilda. “There is not
a more lion-hearted knight in all Christendom,” replied the king.
“There is none certainly so sheep-faced,” retorted the arrogant