Two other streams also supplied the pool, one from the railway bridge in Quinton Road which ran through the osier bed
before entering the pool, and one from the direction of Whitley Common.
lined the flat low road in this vicinity.
The bonnet belonged to Charles Edward Flower, the brewing magnate, who pressed and cajoled the town council and eventually presented it in 1874 with a garden of reclaimed osier beds
beside the Avon as a site for such a building.
It is a moment in which to escape all the cities of gloom and death for 'osier beds
' and 'an interval of rest under boughs (such rest!)'.(1) Surely Dickens intends us to recall here (and perhaps forgive) that original heart-stopper that told us Nell was dead: 'There upon her little bed, she lay at rest'.