Shooters Hill may have taken its name from the practice of archery, but is also likely to have be named because of its early remoteness, making it a favourite spot for footpads and highwaymen. One of its less attractive attractions was a gallows at the bottom of the hill. Pepys mentions with some distaste that he “rode under the man that hangs upon Shooters Hill and a filthy sight it was to see how the flesh is shrunk to his bones”.
There is also a Shoot Up Hill in Kilburn, a northern continuation of the Edgware Road. Despite the sound of urgency in this name, it would seem to be little or nothing to do with speed. (And it is nothing to do with syringes.) It is not even a steep hill, as some people might think, though that is given in some cases as the explanation for the name. (Presumably, then, it would be Shoot Down Hill.)
A field of this name is mentioned back in the mid 16th century; one theory is that it comes from a landowner’s name, one most likely ending in ‘op’. It could also have been from ‘Shut up hill’: one that had gates across the road.
It has also been suggested that the name derives from the fact that Henry VIII’s shooting estates were at the top of the hill; it may be the case, but he had been dead for 20 years before the name appeared.
WHAT’S SO FUNNY ABOUT
HA HA ROAD?
What is so funny about Ha Ha Road, and whose heart bled in Bleeding Heart Yard? Why did Broken Wharf break? Who was unfortunate enough to head off down Wild Goose Drive?
Beware: you wouldn’t make wine from the grapes of Grape Street, put the stew of Stew Lane on a menu, or finish off with the pudding from Pudding Lane.
Nothing is what it seems: London streets and their names provide an endless source of entertainment and information mixed in with political intrigue, bloody murder and celebrity scandals.
Come in and sample the wonders of the city’s A-Z: the legends, the history – and the theories – behind the streets, their names, and their residents.
About Me (and my Obsession)
My obsession with London street names began in the early 90s when I worked in the Smithfield area and happened upon Bleeding Heart Yard. In my wanderings around London, I kept adding to my store of weird and wonderful street names. Eventually it was time to share – hence my blog. I hope you enjoy these names as much as I do.
– Elizabeth