Friern Barnet Road, London, N11. Photo © Roger Dean 2013
The Business of Pleasure – Edmund Yates, 1879:
What took me out of town last Easter Monday? Not a search for fresh air; there was plenty of that in London, blowing very fresh indeed, and rasping your nose, ears, and chin, and other uncovered portions of your anatomy, filling your eyes and mouth with sharp stinging particles of dust, and cutting you to the very marrow, whenever you attempted to strike out across an open space. Not an intention to see the country, which was then blank furrow and bare sticks, where in a couple of months would be smiling crops and greenery; not with any view of taking pedestrian exercise, which I abominate; not to join in any volunteer evolutions; not to visit any friends; simply to see the ” revival of the glorious Epping Hunt” which was advertised to take place at Buckhurst Hill, and to witness the uncarting of the deer before the Roebuck Inn.