Electric Palace Cinema, Harwich |
St Nicholas Church |
Christopher Martin is
remembered at his former home on one of the many informative plaques sited by
the active Harwich Society. Local
enthusiasts are attempting to rebuild adjacent to the railway station a replica
of The Mayflower which they hope to float in the harbour. Their more immediate quest is to source
around 200 suitable oak trees.
Next to the church is the
former Three Cups inn, which only in the last generation became a private
house. It is reputed that Lord Nelson and
Lady Hamilton stayed there, but evidence is flimsy to say the least. Mr Bull was the landlord in 1820s, and I was
able to contribute a story (reproduced below) which adds to the social history
or folklore of the place. Sharing
research is one of the pleasures of an amateur local historian. Our volunteer guide, a musician and local Morris
dancer, hopes one day to weave the story of Harwich into folk-song, and the
passage gave him a ready-made chorus.
The story of the Three Cups is
taken from a commonplace book, written by Edward Henry Lisle Reeve of Stondon
Massey in 1881. It reads:
“Mr Smythies of Colchester is
to be remembered among other reasons for his celebrated toast at the hostelrie
of ‘The Three Cups’ at Harwich. The ‘Three
Cups’ was kept by a Mr Bull who was a universal favourite. Mr Smythies being
called upon for a toast when dining there one evening gave, to the delight of
the party assembled, this following sentiment.
““Here’s to health of Mr Bull
And may his Cups be always
full”.
“We have said Mr Bull was
popular. And no wonder. He was a man whom it was impossible to put
out of temper. At any rate he was
capable of enduring considerable provocation without a murmur.
“On one occasion twelve
officers [of the West Suffolk Militia] were to dine together at the “Three
Cups”. While waiting for dinner to be
served they began to form a wager among themselves as to the possibility or
impossibility of ruffling the temper of Mr Bull, and for the sake of the bet,
they divided their number equally, six taking one side, and six the other. Dinner was served in due course, and Mr Bull,
according to his custom, brought on the first dish – a beautiful salmon –
himself. This the officers found great
fault with, saying that it was bad, and odoriferous. And, all through dinner, they took occasion
to complain of everything brought to the table.
The very bill at the end they grumbled at, and called the items in
question: the wine – the best Mr Bull could produce – they voted positively
disagreeable. Mr Bull came forward
himself to apologize. He was not the
least ruffled, but said that he was truly sorry not to have given satisfaction,
as he had taken a great deal of trouble about the dinner, and could only say
that he begged they would think no more about the bill, but let it pass. Upon this they all burst into a hoarse laugh;
explained to Mr Bull that they had had a wager at his expense, voted him a
capital good fellow, paid the bill, and ordered just such another dinner for
the ensuing week.”
Treadwheel Crane |
Samuel Pepys, the famous
diarist, was Member of Parliament for the rotten borough of Harwich in the
1660s and also Secretary of State to the Navy. His influence brought a dockyard
from the Thames to Old Harwich, which “stands between two strands”. A bell on
the street towards the Ha’Penny Pier records that Thomas Darby of Ipswich cast
it in 1666.
We passed the High Lighthouse
(built 1822), which in the 1960s was the home of a local resident known as
‘Lighthouse Lil’. Alignment with the Low
Lighthouse out at sea allowed safe passage into the harbour for sailors. The Low Lighthouse was painted by Constable:
his canvas is now in the Tate Gallery in London. The High Lighthouse now marks the end of an
81-mile walk from Epping Station called the Essex Way, and I can personally
recommend it having completed the whole route over five days back in 1996.
Rainback |
The Harwich Redoubt was built
during the Napoleonic Wars between 1808 and 1811. It formed part of a strategic defence
stretching from Southwold in Suffolk to Eastbourne on the south coast. From its prominent position the town could be
defended through 360 degrees by 24lb guns firing up to a range of a mile, as
far as Felixtowe across the river.
Several Martello towers along the coastline and Stour and Orwell River
estuaries were pointed out by the guide.
The fort itself is 180 feet in diameter and has a dry moat 20 feet
wide. It fell into disuse after the
Second World War. The Harwich Society,
recognising its importance began work in 1969 to remove debris thus beginning
an ambitious project of restoration using mainly voluntary labour. In doing so members
discovered an original gun thrown down in the moat, which was excavated and
hauled to its original position. Rooms
inside the amphitheatre-like structure, called casements, tell the story of the
Redoubt and the town.
In Harwich Redoubt |
This item first appeared in the ‘Newsletter’, Winter 2011
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