Winchester Palace Great Hall

Ruins of the Great Hall of Winchester Palace.

Being one of the wealthiest and most important of England's Diocese, at the time, the Diocese of Winchester owned land from England's south coast up to the south bank of the River Thames.

Southwark, the oldest of London's Boroughs, was the perfect place for Winchester Palace to be built. 

Winchester Palace, was built in 1144 by Bishop Henry of Blois, brother of King Stephen. It was to become the London townhouse for the Bishop of Winchester. 

The 80 acres of land adjoining the River Thames were governed according to the laws of 'The Liberty of the Bishop of Winchester', from 1127. In this term 'Liberty' meant jurisdiction. By the end of the 15th century 'The Liberty of the Bishop of Winchester' was shortened to 'Liberty of The Clink'.

A Medieval map showing the location of Winchester Palace.

The palace was arranged around two courtyards, which housed many buildings. These included a brew-house, butchery and the first of  Southwark's six prisons... The Clink. As a townhouse, from where the bishops could escape from everyday stresses of governance, the palace also had a pleasure garden, a bowling alley and tennis courts.

The interior of the great hall as it may have appeared in the 15th century

© Historic England (illustration by Liam Wales)

In the 17th century the palace was divided into tenements and warehouses. In the 19th century a fire ravaged the area and the ruins of the palace were rediscovered. 

Crossbones Graveyard & Garden of Remembrance

Idols in the Crossbones Garden.

 Thursday September 10, 2020.

And well we know

How the carrion crow

Doth feast in our Cross Bones graveyard.

        - John Constable

I have long been fascinated with the history of the Crossbones Graveyard, but access to it was always a hit-and-miss affair, due to the site being run by volunteers. So, whilst halfway through a 10 mile walk, I was surprised to find that the gates were open and I was welcomed inside. 

I walked along a covered, curving wooden walkway, which was covered in hops, and entered the Garden of Remembrance. All about were plants, shrubs, trees in raised beds of dry-stone walls. The soft lapping of water from an ornamental stream and a pond, barely discernible among the tall grass, was home to a myriad of insects and pond life.

Ribbons and messages of remembrance.

All about were small shrines, adorned with talismans and gifts left by the many visitors. Incense, wafting on the cool breeze, made the entire garden seem even more peaceful. It was hard to believe I was stood not far from London Bridge station and Borough High Street, such was the tranquillity of the place.