Objects Of Curiosity

Maybe it’s just me but as you wander around a city like London which has a history stretching further than a Galilean fish supper, you are constantly brought up short by things like the above. For those who can’t read the inscription it is dedicated to the Metropolitan Drinking Fountain And Cattle Trough Association.

In the 1850s London had suffered from several cholera outbreaks that eventually led to the rather fabulous sewers we still use today. I’ve written about them before.

But some worthy souls wanted everyone to have clean water as well as removal of sewage and the Metropolitan Drinking Fountain Association came into being in 1859. Charles Dickens Jr wrote this in 1879…

Until the last few years London was ill-provided with public drinking fountains and cattle troughs. This matter is now well looked after by the Metropolitan Drinking Fountain and Cattle Trough Association, which has erected and is now maintaining nearly 800 fountains and troughs, at which an enormous quantity of water is consumed daily. It is estimated that 300,000 people take advantage of the fountains on a summer’s day, and a single trough has supplied the wants of 1,800 horses in one period of 24 hours. Several ornamental fountains have been provided by private munificence. Amongst these may be instanced the Baroness Burdett Coutts’s beautiful fountains in Victoria-park and Regent’s-park the Maharajah of Vizianagram’s in Hyde-park; Mrs. Brown’s, by Thornycroft, in Hamilton-place, Mr. Wheeler’s at the north of Kew-bridge; and Mr. Buxton’s at Westminster.[2]

The cattle troughs were added and these, one example being shown above began to be distributed around London. Originally these were placed to service the horses and cattle that provided muscle and milk to Londoners, with a tray underneath for dogs. When the automobile appeared, saviour like, to rescue London for disappearing under its own ordure – a ‘be careful what you wish for’ moment if ever there was one – these rather lovely if aesthetically functional troughs remained. No one thought to remove them or recycle them. No one broke them up for ballast.

Nowadays they are often used as planters, sprinkling some colour into otherwise dull corners – though the tight uniformity with which they are planted by the local authorities tended to set my mother’s teeth on edge as she described the resulting displays as ‘just so very parks department’. No one is going to remove them now. Given their weight they are unlikely to be lifted to be repurposed as a slimline hot tub in some Essex Man’s residential excrescence.

They don’t seem to weather much. They stand as a granite reminder of a different world, a slower paced, less automated, more dungy world. If you wander around London ever keep an eye out for these little anomalies and give them a pat. They deserve it.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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23 Responses to Objects Of Curiosity

  1. Ritu says:

    I love little finds like these!

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  2. Oh that’s so nice! Although I might be tempted to do a little guerrilla gardening if I saw them planted out in a parks department manner 🙂

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  3. tidalscribe says:

    If this wonderful association still exists we could do with some more drinking fountains.

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  4. Mary Smith says:

    Great post, Geoff. We have a rather splendid drinking trough for horses in Dumfries put in place by my favourite Doonhamer Miss Jessie McKie. It’s a long time since I’ve seen a drinking fountain for human use but we have a very ornate foundtain in the town centre to commemorate when clean water was first piped into the town (following a cholera epidemic).

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  5. Elizabeth says:

    In Portland, Oregon where I grew up Simon Benson, a lumber magnate, was tired of all the drunks on the streets. He installed bubbling water fountains all over downtown so that people could have clean cool water to drink instead. Don’t know if it helped with the alcoholics, but it certainly was welcome for the rest of us.

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  6. In all my travels (though London was unfortunately never on the list) I have never seen anything quite like that. I would love to see them painted and planted just for fun. It makes me smile to see a reminder of a quieter time.

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  7. Good post – I like the Galilean fish supper. I’m sure you know I have featured one of these that still stands on Wootton Common

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  8. Just goes to show how wonderful objects like these are. They’ve even survived two world wars, so must be built of indestructible material. No graffiti either. That surprised me.

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  9. An Interesting read. The methods change but the needs remain the same.

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  10. Rowena says:

    You know how to make a poor colonial girl green with envy! I content myself on the ancient history we have here in Australia and really should find out more about it. It’s incredible how well it has survived and the absence of graffiti. You could almost wonder if it has a guardian angel.
    Best wishes,
    Ro

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