Wednesday 16 November 2011

Gibraltar Point - from Canon Rawnsleys 'Memories of the Tennysons'

“Four miles north or north-east of Skegness lay Gibraltar Point, a very, sea-wilderness. The sea at low tide went out of sight, and left samphire-covered flats and tiny rivulets  of salt sea water and cockles; further and further, it receded and left bare to the sunshine miles on miles of mud that shone like burnished ore. Nothing but the great stakes that guided the fisher-boats at flow of tide, broke the level prospect, save here and there a rusted anchor or the ribs of a wreck. The silence of the vast world of mud and sand and samphire was only disturbed by the cry of stints or curlew; it was to this sea-wilderness, devoid of man, that Alfred Tennyson delighted to wander. It was by pure accident I learned this.

Once, going in to rest at the only farm-house seen for miles near Gibraltar Point, I fell to talking with old inhabitant. He had just been getting a crop of pears, and pointed the way in which the earwigs had made havoc with some of them.

“Straangely constituted things them bottle-twigs is, as God Omighty knaws; he dallied, if they hevn’t gone with the best of my pears to year, and pears is as hard as owt.  I niver seed nobbut one as could manash them pears, as th’owd bottle-twigs has manashed them for sartin sewerness, and that was young Mr Alfred when he was a boy.”

“What young Mr.  Alfred was that?” I asked.

“Why, Mr. Alfred; you know Mr. Alfred. Ivvery one, in those days, knew Mr. Alfred here-about howivver. You’ve heard tell of Mr Alfred Tennyson, the owd doctor’s son, strange friend of owd Mr. Rownsley, as built the house at Skegnest?” The old fellow was wrong as to the builder, but I assented and he continued: “He was straangen fond o’ the jam as well as the pears, was Mr. Alfred. My Missus ud say, ‘Now here’s Mr.Alfred a ‘coomin; we must git the jam ready’; and she would open the door and let the cat out, for he was a regular boy for the cats was Mr. Alfred. I remember one cat, poor thing, went up the smoke-hole one time when he coomed in at the door and Mr. Alfred said ‘your  cats is so shan, Mrs G--,’ and like enough, poor things. Not that he meant owt, but cats is sensible things and they know who’s who, mind ye. We haven’t heard of him for years, but he grew up a straangen great man, I suppose and addles his bread by his writings; is worth some hundreds they do say.”

....Why you know i’ them days, we thought he wur daft. He was allus ramblin’ off quite by hissen wi’out a coat to his back and wi’out a hat to his head, nor nowt.

“I remember as if it wur nobbut yisterdaay, my man, as was a fiddler bit of a fellow, was off to Hildreds theer at Skegnest, to play fur quality at a dance; and he was coomin hoam in the morning early, and be-dashed, who should he light on but Mr.Alfred, a raavin’ and taavin’ on the sand-hills in his shirt sleeves an’ all; and Mr. Alfred said, saays he, ‘Good morning’, says he; and my man says, ‘Thou poor fool, thou doesn’t know morning from night’, for you know, sir, i’them days we all thowt he was craazed. Well, well! An the Queen wants to maake him a lord, poor thing! Well, I niver did hear the likes of that for sarten sewerness”.

It was probably not at Gibraltar Point only that Tennyson was thought to be “craazed poor thing, i’them days”; nor did he as a boy only “taave and raave” about the sand-hills at Skegness.

Pp37 – 39 Rawnsley H D (1900) Memories of the Tennysons Glasgow: James MacLehose and Sons


Sunday 13 February 2011

Showers of blood etc. over Lincolnshire

"In 1467 a great flood overflowed the district of Holland; and among the many prognosties of calamity, such as showers of blood &c, there appeared in the air armies, both foot and horse, conducted by St George with his red cross."

The History of Lincolnshire, Topographical, Historical and Descriptive  William Marratt  1857

Friday 21 January 2011

A dubious ghost story

In South Rauceby Church is the tomb of a knight from the 14th century. According to a resident of the village this tomb was haunted and at midnight a skeletal phantom which lay within the tomb would lift the top from it with "it's bony hand". One can only assume it was a tidy sort of spectre which then replaced the tomb lid after it had completed its midnight ramblings...

A horrid deed at Surfleet...

At the foot of one of the trees in Surfleet churchyard is a grey slate stone. Closer inspection shows that it is not a gravestone but a memorial stone. It bears the following inscription:

THIS stone is erected to the memory of Mr Samuel Stockton late of Ashley in the parish of Leigh and county of Lancaster who was most barbarously murdered near this place on the 8th Day of September   1768  for which murder one Philip Hooton was tryed and condemned at Lincoln Assizes and afterwards  executed and hung in chains on the very place where the horrid deed was committed. 

Friday 14 January 2011

Scorbutic complaints at Silk Willoughby...

The following advertisement appeared in the London papers during 1792:

From the Lincoln Mercury, May 4th 1792
Silk Willoughby near Folkingham, Lincolnshire
The following case is another memorable proof of the quick efficacy of Mr Spilsbury’s ANTI-SCORBUTIC DROPS, of Soho Square, London, substantiated in the person of Mr Thomas Holt, (servant to Mr Joseph Clifton, maltster) he being at Christmas last desperately afflicted with a scorbutic humour, owing to a violent surfeit which he got a few years back, and occasioned several large sores on his legs, arms, shoulders and different parts of his body, which had been very troublesome at times, and this winter quite disabled him from doing his work. He was advised to try MR SPILSBUTY’S DROPS, and applied to Messrs Ward and sons of Folkingham for a 5 shilling bottle; and on taking five of these bottles, his sores are quite healed up and his health so much better that he can do his work; yet means to continue a medicine, of which he has experienced so much benefit, sometime longer.

Thursday 6 January 2011

Sea Unicorn

A sea unicorn was caught some days since at Frieston, on the Lincolnshire coast, This species of fish is common in the Nile, but at present we believe to be the first instance of it being found in these seas.

The Morning Post and Gazeteer (London), Thursday March 6th 1800

Spaldin Tulip Parade 1960s

http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=1200

This cropped up on Twitter...