Air Forces Memorial - Design

Design

The memorial was designed by Sir Edward Maufe with sculpture by Vernon Hill. The engraved glass and painted ceilings were designed by John Hutton, and the poem engraved on the gallery window was written by Paul H Scott. It was the first post-World War II building to be listed for architectural merit.

The roof of the memorial looks over the River Thames and Runnymede Meadow, where the Magna Carta was sealed by King John in 1215. Most of north, west, and central London can be seen to the right from the viewpoint; such monuments as the London Eye and the arch of Wembley Stadium are visible on clear days. Windsor Castle and the surrounding area can be seen to the left.

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial

  • One of eighteen bronze sculptures on the main doors of th Air Forces Memorial

  • Air Forces Memorial Runnymede Entrance Gates & Monument Front Aspect

  • Image showing lay out of inscriptions by year nationality and rank

  • Memorial cloister with remembrance stone before the central chapel surmounted by the Astral Crown

  • Air Forces Memorial Runnymede England - example coat of arms of the Commonwealth Nations of the commemorated

  • Air Forces Memorial Runnymede England - View of portico from chapel & showing lions rampant in door

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