The founder of the worldwide Scout Movement was Robert
Baden-Powell and here I am out his former London home. It's near the Royal
Albert Hall and just off Hyde Park in a quiet cul-de-sac. It's still a house
and must be worth £15 - £20 million (one-bed neighbouring flats are £2
million.) Also in the millions are the number of Scouts around today - about 54
million. Last year a statue of him in Poole made the news when it was a
probable target for the everything-offends-me-brigade who were set on tearing
down statues of men associated with colonialism (people camped by it overnight
to ensure it remained untouched.)
He
was born near this house - across Hyde Park in Paddington - but spent years
abroad after joining the army and soldiering in India, Afghanistan and South
Africa. The public first became aware of his heroics after a stint in the Boer
War in South Africa where - for seven months - he protected the garrison at
Mafeking when it came under siege by the killer Boers. Returning to England he
thought boys needed more experience of the outdoors and, aged 50, started the
Boy Scout movement. With the help of his sister he organized the Girl Guides
movement two years later.
Thanks
to Robert scouting spread across the country and then the globe. He retired
from the army aged 53 to concentrate on being the Chief Scout of the World
(presently Bear Grylls.) He wrote the first of many
books Scouting for Boys (150 million copies sold) which promotes a positive
outlook and practical tips on living outdoors. Aged 55 he married Olave who shared his work in the Scouting movement and
they’d go on to have three children. For nearly three decades he wrote
books, organised and attended jamborees and travelled the world to promote the
positive impact on improvements in youth education. It’s a wonder this chap
could walk as he became so heavily decorated - a knighthood, honours, medals,
doctorates, awards and prizes. He was 81 by the time he retired to Nyeri in Kenya. He died there at home aged 83 after
recurring heart attacks.
I
strolled down the quiet road not passing a single person or cat. Being a
dead-end I suppose there's little foot traffic. This was probably a prime
enclave of London when the Baden-Powells lived here
as there're a few blue plaques of celebrated people bolted onto the houses. The
Churchill's lived here while Winston was in power (he died in the bedroom.) I
walked back up to the house and the Hyde Park traffic grew louder. There was a
deflated balloon stuck in the front garden of number nine.
I took a photo of the blue plaque and wouldn't have been surprised if it had
been sprayed. If BP was still alive today he might feel incredulous at the
politically-correct prism through which some folk see him. Though he lived through
a colonial era and romanticised British's past he seemed to me to be more about
personal growth than politics. He'd probably think present society as gone
backwards - a preponderance of drugs, over reliance on Government
handouts, cosmetic surgery for vanity, people bent on financial compensation,
scammers, promiscuity, addiction to the internet, etc. Where has integrity
gone? He didn't prize intellect, cherished the natural world, was
suspicious of business institutions and loathed the idea of adults working just
to amass material wealth.
An
old woman once asked if I was a scout. She was stuck on a traffic island in
busy traffic and I helped her over the road. I wasn't a scout though. I'm sure
Scout night clashed with Benny Hill night so I never went. Scouts used to shake
hands with their left hand as it’s the hand nearest to the heart and is offered
as a token of friendship. Is this still the case? I'm not sure. Oh well....I
had one last look at the house, did a salute and left.
The statue of BP in Poole which came close to being torn down...