Malign Frequencies: Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.83: The Windermere Arms Redux

The saloon bar of the Windermere Arms, not far from Eastcote Station. Worn but comforting in its shabby grandeur, both Aleister Crowley and Roland Franklyn supped here during their disparate investigations into the occult mysteries of Horsingdo

Sadly, like so many local hostelry’s these days, it remains largely empty and bereft of the cosy conviviality which once characterised so many of the borough’s pubs: a social analogue of the bleakness which, since the 1950s, has insinuated itself into the praeternatural topography of the region.