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The White Hart and the French Horn
Below Sonning Bridge I once had a problem with an aggressive swan,
which was actually attacking a narrow boat steerer when I first saw it.
It soon decided that I, standing on a punt, was easier game.
Swans are generally shy, unintelligent - but they can be macho ...
Jerome's heroes had problems with swans near here.
Sonning on Thames website
Map: Sonning Bridge
1125: MacKenzie, Reading Abbey – “wooden Saxon Bridge".
A strong argument for the antiquity of the bridge is that Sonning is more or less the only place on the Thames
to have a single identity embracing both sides of the river.
[ The following places linked by a bridge all have separate identities:
Windsor / Eton; Reading / Caversham; Pangbourne / Whitchurch; Streatley / Goring; Osney / Oxford ]
1530: Leland – A tymbre bridge.
1567: Sonning Bridge rebuilt
1604: New Bridge?
1775-80: New brick Bridge
1792: Picturesque Views on the Thames by Samuel Ireland -
Sonning Bridge by Samuel Ireland, 1792
View of right bank from downstream of bridge
SUNNING Bridge is a plain modern [ in 1792 ]
structure of brick, well adapted for convenience
and durability. The annexed view
was taken from below the bridge, as the objects there combined most happily to
afford a picturesque landscape. The house, which
appears over the bridge, is the residence of
Lady Rich, whose family has long occupied
this spot.
THE village of Sunning is agreeably situated on an easy ascent on the banks of the
Thames, and is of great antiquity, it was
formerly the see of a Bishop, whose diocese
included the counties of Berks and Wiltshire. The see was afterwards removed to
Sherbourn, and thence translated to Salisbury, whose Bishop is now Lord
of the Manor of Sunning, and formerly had a palace there.
1829: from A Tour on the banks of the Thames -
... and soon lighted on Sonning, where, having
given especial orders about dinner, and seen it
actually in a state of forwardness, we quickly
turned our walking-sticks into fishing-rods, without
the aid of magic, and took a stroll down to
the river's brink, to wile away in fishing, those
tedious moments intervening between us and our
repast.
It must be granted, that if the sport we
experienced the short time we were engaged in
angling be any criterion of what is in general to
be found at Sonning, a lover of the angle would
not be disappointed in his sport ; we having taken,
for amateurs, a reasonable quantity of fish, and
being in a fair way to take many more, when "That tocsin of the soul,
the dinner bell", called us away to a more substantial amusement.
SONNING is a pretty retired spot, and one of the
many places uncontaminated with the knowledge
and the vices ever gained from unrestrained communication
with great cities.
It consists of but
few houses, which are, however, well disposed.
In the midst of the village stands its church,
which contains nothing worthy the observation of
the curious, unless it be the figures of several
men lying in complete armour.
This place was
formerly of note, having, in conjunction with
Wiltshire, been the seat of eight bishops, and
that for upwards of 500 years, but it was afterwards
translated to Salisbury: it also boasted
possession of a monastery and park. The manor of Sonning, if we mistake not, still belongs to the
of Sonning, if we mistake not, still belongs to the
Bishops of Salisbury ; and before the conquest
they had a manor-house in the town.
The neighbourhood affords many pretty home
scenes, the views of which always bring along
with them that satisfaction and pride their appearance
is sure to raise. The snug farm houses,
surrounded with their ricks of wheat, hay, &c.,
and the numerous breeds of poultry cackling
about their door-ways, convey a notion of comfort
and plenty, always agreeable to the feelings and
appetite of an Englishman.
In the immediate vicinity of the town, the scenes
both below and above bridge, though limited in
extent, are most worthy of notice : of the two,
that below the bridge is superior, and the pedestrian,
before entering the town, will do well to
pause for a moment to survey the quiet prospect
and calm appearance this village presents.
Before him is the bridge of Sonning, to the left of which
rises the village, in a little cluster of neat brick-built houses, while in the midst stands Sonning
church, whose venerable tower adds an additional
feature to the scene, the whole being improved by
the appearance of some fine elm trees, the back
ground being closed in therewith ; while bearing
more to the right, the view is terminated by an
old stately mansion, formerly in the possession of
a Lady Rich.
Above bridge, still taking in a
view of the town under different circumstances,
is seen a water mill ; and on the Oxfordshire side of the river, the neat cluster of cottages stretching on
of the river, the neat cluster of cottages stretching
on in the direction of the Reading road, and
known by the name of Sonning Eye.
1831: Sonning Bridge closed for 5 days for repair
1895: Sonning Bridge, Henry Taunt -
Sonning Bridge, Henry Taunt, 1895
View of right bank from downstream of bridge
© Oxfordshire County Council Photographic Archive; HT6885
1902: The old wooden Sonning bridge over the backwaters, just before it was replaced -
The Old wooden, about to be demolished, Sonning Bridge, with the current stone bridge beyond, 1902
1902: The Sphere -
The proposal of the Oxford County Council to replace the old bridges at Sonning by steel and iron structures has roused the opposition of lovers of the Thames. The "Times", which rarely touches matters affecting the provinces, has devoted a column of protest to the subject, and Mr G D Leslie R.A. has written a strong letter pointing out that traction engines are destroying all the beautiful old bridges in the country
1910: Vanishing Britain, P H Ditchfield -
The passing away of the old bridges is a deplorable feature of
vanishing England. Since the introduction of those terrible
traction-engines, monstrous machines that drag behind them a whole
train of heavily laden trucks, few of these old structures that have
survived centuries of ordinary use are safe from destruction. The
immense weight of these road-trains are enough to break the back of
any of the old-fashioned bridges. Constantly notices have to be set up
stating: "This bridge is only sufficient to carry the ordinary traffic
of the district, and traction-engines are not allowed to proceed over
it." Then comes an outcry from the proprietors of locomotives
demanding bridges suitable for their convenience. County councils and
district councils are worried by their importunities, and soon the
venerable structures are doomed, and an iron-girder bridge hideous in
every particular replaces one of the most beautiful features of our
village.
When the Sonning bridges that span the Thames were threatened a few
years ago, English artists, such as Mr. Leslie and Mr. Holman-Hunt,
strove manfully for their defence. The latter wrote:--
The nation, without doubt, is in serious danger of losing faith in the
testimony of our poets and painters to the exceptional beauty of the land
which has inspired them. The poets, from Chaucer to the last of his
true British successors, with one voice enlarge on the overflowing sweetness of
England, her hills and dales, her pastures with sweet flowers,
and the loveliness of her silver streams. It is the cherishing of the
wholesome enjoyments of daily life that has implanted in the sons of England
love of home, goodness of nature, and sweet reasonableness, and has given
strength to the thews and sinews of her children, enabling them to defend her land,
her principles, and her prosperity.
With regard to the three Sonning bridges,
parts of them have been already rebuilt with iron fittings in recent years,
and no disinterested reasonable person can see why they could not be easily made
sufficient to carry all existing traffic. If the bridges were to be widened
in the service of some disproportionate vehicles it is obvious that the traffic
such enlarged bridges are intended to carry would be put forward as an argument
for demolishing the exquisite old bridge over the main river which is the glory
of this exceptionally picturesque and well-ordered village;
and this is a
matter of which even the most utilitarian would soon see the evil in the diminished
attraction of the river not only to Englishmen, but to Colonials and Americans
who have across the sea read widely of its beauty. Remonstrances must look ahead,
and can only now be of avail in recognition of future further danger.
We are called upon to plead the cause for the whole of the beauty-loving England,
and of all river-loving people in particular.
1923: Ward Lock, The Thames -
Sonning Bridge is, or was, said to be one of the earliest on the river.
Really there were two, one of mellow red-brick, starting from the Berkshire side,
which remains, and one supported by wooden piles, distinctly picturesque,
starting from the Oxfordshire side.
The latter, being considered unequal to the needs of modern traffic [1923], was replaced
by the modern structure, in spite of vehement opposition in the press,
early in the present century [1900s].
It was a loss, a great loss; but Sonning is still an incomparably lovely place.
1929: A Thames Survey -
Sonning Bridge is in two portions:
that over the main stream near the village is one of the most beautiful across the Thames
and should be preserved at all costs, as it is so eminently in harmony with the character of the village,
and, seen from the Oxfordshire bank and towpath, with the church and village street as background,
it forms an entrancing picture of river-scenery. The bridge is medićval, built entirely of brick
of good colour and texture, and consists of one central semi-circular arch for navigation
and eight smaller semi-circular arches. The structural condition appears sound, and although
the bridge is narrow, it is adequate for the present needs of traffic.
Across the northern stream, below Sonning Mill, in place of the ancient and picturesque wooden bridge,
which survived until recently, there now exists a modern iron bridge,
simple and unobjectionable in form, except that its brick piers and coarse details
have been carelessly designed and could be much improved.
1995: Sonning Bridge reinforced by chemical injection. (Cintec)
1996: The Backwater Sonning Bridges were rebuilt (replacing the 1902 bridges)
1999:-
Sonning Bridge, 1999
Sonning Bridge, Doug Myers, © 2005
1881: George Leslie -
The view of the church and bridge from the tow-path
is one of the best composed groups for a landscape painter I ever saw.
Mr. Keeley Halswelle painted a small picture
of this bit, which hung for some time at the Arts Club, and I admired it very
much; the whole
group was given without any alterations, and one could not have desired a line
away or a single mass added to.
There are two bridges at Sonning which connect
the island of Aberlash House and mill with the main
land on either side; an old brick one on
the left, and the other a rambling wooden one over the weir water, which above
this bridge is very broad and shallow, and filled with watercress and
forget-me-nots.
The stream beyond the
brick bridge is quite different in character;
it is very sluggish and solemn, low
down in its banks, and overhung with evergreens on the Aberlash side.
There is generally some difficulty in
obtaining a bed at the “White Hart”,
and if the little “French Horn” Inn is also full,
there is nothing for it but to sleep in
the “Butchers’ Arms” up the village, which sounds worse than it really is, as
the accommodation is not bad there.
I generally manage to lunch at the “White Hart” if possible, as the coffee-room
with its polished tables and pretty bow window is most inviting, and the little
tables out in the garden beneath the arbours are equally pleasant if the
weather is fine; when
we lived at Wargrave, this was a great place to come for tea and gooseberries.
Mr. Marks and I, on the visit which we paid to Wargrave, one fine October,
rowed up to Sonning, and had the pleasure of witnessing a grand wedding
there; the miller’s daughter from
Aberlash House was the bride, and the bridge was decorated with arches of
flowers and evergreens. We stood beside
the west porch of the church amongst the crowd, and saw the wedding party pass
in; the floor of the porch was ankle
deep with flowers, scattered from the baskets of the village maidens, the bells
ringing merrily and the sun shining, as it always should on these occasions.
1873: Advertisement -
1873, Advertisement
1884: The Upper Thames, Harpers New Monthly Magazine -
... Sonning Church and bridge and lock and adjacent weir are all picturesque.
They seem made for artistic study and poetic suggestion.
Up a noisy back-water we pushed our way to the French Horn,
and indulged in shandy gaff and tobacco.
Cigars seem utterly out of place in these pretty primitive retreats.
We smoked “church-wardens” the pipes of our forefathers.
The news of the time was represented by London papers several days old,
though the French Horn is only seventy - one miles from London.
It is a peculiarity of the Upper Thames, and indeed one of its greatest charms,
that it is practically hundreds of miles from the metropolis.
The excitement of the most sensational news in town evaporates on its flight
through the somnolent calm of Oxfordshire meadows and Berkshire woods and dells.
Sonning is reputed to have once been a place of note.
It has a certain old-world look which conveys an idea of antiquity.
1886: A Riverside Luncheon, Joseph Ashby-Sterry Listen to 'A Riverside Luncheon' -
OUR Crew it is stalwart, our Crew it is smart,
But needeth refreshment at noon;
Let’s land at the lawn of the cheery “White Hart”,
Now gay with the glamour of June !
For here can we lunch to the music of trees –
In sight of the swift river running –
Off cuts of cold beef and a prime Cheddar cheese,
And a tankard of bitter at Sonning!
The garden is lovely, the host is polite,
His rose trees are ruddy with bloom,
The snowy-clad table with tankards bedight,
And pleasant that quaint little room;
So sit down at once, at your inn take your ease –
No man of our Crew will be shunning –
A cut of cold beef and a prime Cheddar cheese,
And a tankard of bitter at Sonning !
We’ve had a long pull, and our hunger is keen,
We’ve all a superb appetite !
The lettuce is crisp, and the cresses are green,
The ale it is beady and bright;
New potatoes galore, and delicious green peas –
The Skipper avers they are “stunning” –
With cuts of cold beef and a prime Cheddar cheese,
And a tankard of bitter at Sonning !
The windows are open, the lime-scented breeze
Comes mixed with the perfume of hay;
We list to the weir and the humming of bees
As we sit and we smoke in the bay !
Then here’s to our host, ever anxious to please,
And here’s to his brewers so cunning !
The cuts of cold beef and the prime Cheddar cheese,
And the tankards of bitter at Sonning
[ Notice that "Sonning" rhymes with "cunning", "stunning", "shunning", and "running" ]
1890: Sonning, The French Horn Hotel, Francis Frith -
1890: Sonning, The French Horn Hotel, Francis Frith
1903: The Underdog by F Hopkinson Smith -
And the inns! - Or rather my own particular inn - the White Hart at Sonning.
There are others of course - the Red Lion at Henley, the old Warboys Hostelry at Cookham, the Angler at Marlowe,
the French Horn across the black water and within rifle-shot of the White Hart - a most pretentious place,
designed for millionaires and spendthrifts, where even chops and tomato-sauce, English pickles, chowchow and the like,
ales in the wood, and other like commodities and comforts, are dispensed at prices that compel all impecunious painters like myself
to content themselves with a sandwich and a pint of bitter -
and a hundred other inns along the river, good, bad, and indifferent.
But yet with all their charms I am still loyal to my own White Hart.
Mine is an inn that sets back from the river with a rose-garden in front the like of which you never saw nor smelt of:
millions of roses in a never-ending bloom.
An inn with low ceilings, a cubby-hole of a bar next the side entrance on the village street;
two barmaids - three on holidays; old furniture; a big fireplace in the hall;
red-shaded lamps at night; plenty of easy-chairs and cushions.
An inn all dimity and cretonne and brass bedsteads upstairs and unlimited tubs - one fastened to the wall painted white,
about eight feet long, to fit the largest pattern of Englishman.
Out under the portico facing the rose-garden and the river stand tables for two or four, with snow-white cloths made gay with field-flowers,
and the whole shaded by big, movable, Japanese umbrellas, regular circus-tent umbrellas, their staffs stuck in the ground,
wherever they are needed.
Along the sides of this garden on the gravel walk loll go-to-sleep straw chairs, with little wicker tables within reach of your hand
for B. & S., or tea and toast, or a pint in a mug,
and down at the water's edge seafaring men ... find a boathouse with half a score of punts, skiffs, and rowboats,
together with a steam-launch with fires banked ready for instant service.
...
Landlord Hull, of the White Hart Inn - what an ideal Boniface is this same Hull, and what an ideal inn - promised a boatman to pole the punt
and look after my traps when the Henley regatta was over; and the owner of my own craft, and of fifty other punts besides,
went so far as to say that he expected a man as soon as Lord Somebody-or-Other left for the Continent,
when His Lordship's waterman would be free, adding, meaningly:
"Just at present, zur, when we do be 'avin' sich a mob lot from Lunnon, 'specially at week's-end, zur,
we ain't got men enough to do our own polin'. It's the war, zur, as has took 'em off.
Maybe for a few day, zur, ye might take a 'and yerself if ye didn't mind."
I waved the hand referred to - the forefinger part of it - in a deprecating manner.
I couldn't pole the lightest and most tractable punt ten yards in a straight line to save my own or anybody else's life.
...
Poling a rudderless, keelless skiff up a crooked stream by means of a fifteen-foot balancing pole is an art only to be classed with that of rowing a gondola.
Gondoliers and punters, like poets, are born, not made ... No, if I had to do the poling myself, I should rather get out and walk.
...
You perhaps think that you know the Thames.
You have been at Henley, no doubt, during regatta week, when both banks were flower-beds of blossoming parasols and full-blown picture-hats,
the river a stretch of silver, crowded with boats, their occupants cheering like mad.
Or you know Marlowe with its wide stream bordered with stately trees and statelier mansions, and Oxford with its grim buildings,
and Windsor dominated by its huge pile of stone, the flag of the Empires floating from its top;
and Maidenhead with its boats and launches,
and lovely Cookham with its back water and quaint mill and quainter lock.
You have rowed down beside them all in a shell, or have had glimpses of them from the train,
or sat under the awnings of the launch or regular packet and watched the procession go by.
All very charming and interesting, and, if you had but forty-eight hours in which to see all England, a profitable way of spending eight of them.
And yet you have only skimmed the beautiful river's surface as a swallow skims a lake.
Try a punt once. Pole in and out of the little back waters, lying away from the river, smothered in trees;
float over the shallows dotted with pond-lilies; creep under drooping branches swaying with the current; stop at any one of a hundred landings,
draw your boat up on the gravel, spring out and plunge into the thickets, flushing the blackbirds from their nests,
or unpack your luncheon, spread your mattress, and watch the clouds sail over your head.
Don't be in a hurry. Keep up this idling day in and day out, up and down, over and across, for a month or more,
and you will get some faint idea of how picturesque, how lovely, and how restful this rarest of all the sylvan streams of England can be.
1906: G.E.Mitton -
THERE are certain notable details of the riverside
which stand out in the mind after the rest have been merged in mere
general remembrance of lazy happiness. In these we may include the backwater at
Sutton Courtney, the woods at Clieveden, the Mill at Mapledurham, and the Rose
Garden at Sonning.
Roses grow well all along by the river, but nowhere so well as they do at Sonning,
and the rose garden forms an
attraction which draws hundreds to the place. Yet Sonning has other attractions
too; it is very varied and very pretty. When one arrives
at it first, perhaps coming upstream, one is rather perplexed to discover the
exact topography. We round a great curve which encloses an osier bed; here, in
early spring, the osiers may be seen lying in great bundles, shaded from
olive-green to brown madder. Then we see some green lawns and landing places
beneath the shadow of a fine clump of elms, and catch sight of the lovable old
red-brick bridge, with its high centre arch, spanning the stream. But there is
another bridge, a wooden foot-bridge, which also spans the stream, at right
angles to the other, and peering through beneath this we can see the
continuation of the red brick one in a new iron structure, which stretches on
right up to the neat flower beds of the French Horn Hotel.
The truth is, the
river suddenly widens out here into a great bulge, and in the bulge are several
islands, on one of which are a mill and a house and several other things,
not to forget a charming garden. It is the river channel between this island
and the bank that the first
bridge, the old one, spans.
And what a view it is! Above the bridge can be seen
rising the little grey church tower.
On one side is the White Hart Hotel, with
its warm tone of yellow wash, its red tiles and its creepers, and above all its
famous rose garden.
In the foreground is a willow-covered ait placed in exactly
the right position. It is a perfect picture. But yet this is not the best side
of the bridge. The other side is better; for here, to resist the flow of the
current, the builders placed the buttresses which emphasise the height of that
centre arch; buttresses now capped with tufty grass and emerald moss, and from
the crevices of which spring clumps of yellow daisies, candytuft, wallflower,
hart's-tongue fern, and other things. In the bricks all colours may be seen,
after the manner of worn bricks, not even excluding blue.
The mill is, as it
should be, wooden, and with Sandford Mill, is mentioned in Domesday Book. From
the dark shadow beneath its wheel, the largest on the river, gurgles away the
water in cool green streams, passing beneath the overhanging boughs of planes
and horse-chestnuts. From the mighty sweep of the wheel, as
it may be seen in its house, the drops rise glittering in cascades to varying
heights like the sprays of diamonds on a tiara.
The mill-house, called
Aberlash, stands not far off on the same island, with a delightful garden.
This island spreads onward with green lawns
in a sweeping semicircle to the lock and cottage, and from two small weirs the
water dances down, adding variety to a beautiful pool where stand many
irregular pollard willows on tiny aits.
Over the smaller
weir, framed in a setting of evergreens is a bit of far distant blue landscape.
There is a bank here too, an embankment,
which might be covered with flowers according to its owner's design, but that
the water nymphs, intolerant of flowers, except those of their own choosing,
take a wicked delight in sweeping down over the weir, and sending the water
flowing like a lace shawl all over the embankment to carry back all the roots
and bulbs and other things that may have been planted there to use as
playthings; their gurgle of delight at their own unending joke may be heard all
day long. The shy kingfishers love the
big pool below the weir, but it is not often they are seen unless the watcher
has the faculty for making himself invisible against his background and is able
to remain motionless.
The woods of the Holme Park, rising high close by, throw a deep-toned shadow on the
picture, particularly refreshing on a baking summer's day. Many birds find
their refuge in these woods, and at night the weird cries of the owls sound
hauntingly over the flats. A ghost is supposed to inhabit the park, and the
owl's cry might very well serve for a ghost's moan on occasion.
Having thus explored the puzzling bit of river, we may land and walk up through the Rose
Garden ...
1904: Sonning Bridge and Hotel, Francis Frith -
1904: Sonning Bridge and Hotel, Francis Frith
View of right bank from downstream of bridge
1906: The rose garden at Sonning, Mortimer Menpes -
The rose garden at Sonning, Mortimer Menpes, 1906
View of right bank from downstream of bridge
1907: Sonning -
Sonning 1907
View of right bank from downstream of bridge
Sonning, 1910
View of right bank from downstream of bridge
1889: Jerome K Jerome -
We got out at Sonning, and went for a walk
round the village. It is the most
fairy-like little nook on the whole river.
It is more like a stage village than one built of bricks and
mortar. Every house is smothered in
roses, and now, in early June, they were bursting forth in clouds of dainty
splendour.
If you stop at Sonning, put up at the
"Bull," behind the church. It
is a veritable picture of an old country inn, with green, square courtyard in
front, where, on seats beneath the trees, the old men group of an evening to
drink their ale and gossip over village politics; with low, quaint rooms and
latticed windows, and awkward stairs and winding passages.
We roamed about sweet Sonning for an hour or
so, and then, it being too late to push on past Reading,
we decided to go back to one of the
Shiplake islands, and put up there for the night.
(SONNING LOCK)
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Vauxhall Br
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Twickenham Br
Richmond Rb
Richmond Br
TEDDINGTON
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Landing
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Nuneham Park
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Rose Island
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Head of River
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Osney Marina
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Arks Weir Site
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River Windrush
below Shifford
SHIFFORD
Shifford Fb
Tenfoot Fb
Trout Inn
Tadpole Br
RUSHEY
Old Mans Fb
RADCOT
Radcot Cradle Fb
Swan Inn
Radcot New Br
Radcot Old Br
GRAFTON
Eaton Hastings
Kelmscott
Eaton Fb
BUSCOT
Bloomers Hole Fb
Trout Inn
St Johns Br
ST JOHNS
Halfpenny Br
Marina Slip
LIMIT
Inglesham
Hannington Br
Kempsford
Castle Eaton Br
Marston Meysey
A419 Br
Cricklade
SOURCE?
THAMES HEAD
SEVEN SPRINGS