The 21st Century Pub

The pub, with origins going back several hundred years, is under threat as never before. Several reasons have been identified, most notably the availability of cheap (but often inferior) booze in supermarkets, tenancy restrictions and high rents imposed on landlords by the pub owners, and the smoking ban. Sadly, until the government recognizes that these little buildings scattered throughout the country are not only an irreplaceable community focus but also a major tourist magnet, unique to the British Isles and Ireland and contributing significantly to our national wealth, we are in danger of losing them forever.

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Showing posts with label Seaham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seaham. Show all posts

Monday, 31 December 2012

Seaham Harbour Pubs III


I recently received a few photographs of The Engineers Arms in Seaham Harbour, taken in the late 1960s or early 1970s, from my cousin, John Hughes. John lived with his parents, Jack and Ivy Hughes, in the Engineers where Jack was the licensee from 1950 up to his retirement in 1975.


This photograph shows Jack (second left) and Ivy (third left) in the Public Bar of the Engineers. Throughout his time as landlord, the pub comprised two rooms; a men-only Public Bar and a Singing Room with piano and table service, for both men and women
 



Jack and Ivy behind the bar of the Engineers Arms. Note the pair of handpumps which dispensed Newcastle Ales and the black and white television in the corner. Kids weren’t allowed in the bar, but when we visited Jack and Ivy in the early 1960s, Jack would often bring us a half of shandy to drink upstairs.
 



Many people think that business cards are a relatively modern marketing tool, but John came across this visiting card from our grandfather, Jack Stuart, when he ran the Noah’s Ark Hotel and The Blandford Hotel in Seaham in the 1920s. The card informs would-be patrons of ‘music and singing’ and that there is a bus stop at the door! The telephone number is only three digits, 219 Seaham Harbour.

 

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Seaham Harbour Pubs - II


A hundred years ago Seaham had many more pubs and clubs than today and they are remembered in this poem believed to date from 1902:

A Tale of Seaham Licencing Signs


‘’The fellows of the Royal Naval Reserve suddenly entered the bar, and after being repeatedly asked to hurry up they departed, and entering The Ship, built of Royal Oak, sailed up to the Adam and Eve Gardens, where they met with some Foresters, who informed them that The Duke of Wellington, leaving the Edinburgh Castle, had gone into a Draycart. He was escorted by some noble Volunteers, all loyal to the Rose and Crown, and headed by a Highlander playing his pipes, had passed through Northumberland and, on arriving at the Bridge, were met by Londonderry, Castlereagh and Blandford.
Then the party adjourned to the Vane Arms, where they were joined by Marlborough, Zetland and Bradyll, who had just returned from Canterbury.
The assembled company here sat down to discuss various subjects: the merits of Shakespeare; the latest achievements of the Engineers and the industry of the Bottlemakers. But they were repeatedly annoyed by the chattering of the Parrot.
Then a party of Oddfellows suddenly entered the room and informed them that the Golden Lion had escaped from the Noah’s Ark and was speeding on his way by the Colliery to the Times Inn, hotly pursued by Lord Seaham, wearing a Hat and Feather and mounted on a Kicking Cuddy.
Thirty three pubs in all. Now, 100 years later, only a handful still remain. These include The Engineers Arms, The Times Inn, The Duke of Wellington (now called The Duke of Seaham), The Marlborough and Oddfellows Arms.

A few friends enjoying a pint in The Volunteers in 1981





The entrance to the Volunteers Arms. Note the mosaic blue star on the wall and the door painted black, cream and red, the traditional colours of the Newcastle Brewery. 1981.

The Volunteers Arms in 1981. By then the only remaining building in Frances Street.




Carlton Arms 1986. This was originally called The Castlereagh Hotel.



The Volunteers Arms in 1986.
Note that the original entrance has been replaced by a cheap wooden structure




The Blandford in 1986



The Duke of Wellington and The Golden Lion in 1986



The Northumberland Arms in 1986


Friday, 6 July 2012

Seaham Harbour

Seaham Harbour Pubs - I


The coastal village of Seaham Harbour was created by the Marquess of Londonderry in 1828 to provide a harbour from which to transport coal from his mines to London. My parents both grew up in Seaham and several members of my family ran pubs in the town from the 1930s to the 1970s.

The oldest pubs in the town were The Golden Lion and The Londonderry Arms.

The Golden Lion in 1986 with my mother, Doris, wife Pam and daughter, Victoria

The Londonderry Arms in 1973 (with Terry Smith in the foreground and The Vane Arms in the background).

My maternal grandfather, Jack Stuart, ran the Lion for many years during times of prosperity and the Great Depression. 


Photograph take outside The Blanford in Seaham Harbour


As a child in the 1950s and early 60s Seaham Harbour was a magical place. It had absolutely everything, a steam railway, two docks, two beaches, a dene, a picture house and several pubs. Although I was too young to drink, I loved visiting my relatives in the Engineers Arms, The Edinburgh Castle and The Golden Lion. I think it was an early case of forbidden fruit ;)



The Edinburgh Castle in 1973. My uncle's name, E C Stuart, is just visible above the door

Over the years I have taken several photographs of Seaham, in particular the pubs, and these reflect the changes that have occurred to the town over the past four decades.

The Golden Lion (left) and The Noah's Ark (right) 1998






The Engineers Arms in 1973


During the Second World War, my grandfather, Jack Stuart, ran the Golden Lion, a large pub set back from the coast and only a few hundred yards from the docks. On one particular day, the family were waiting for my uncle Teddy who had just returned back to port after serving on an Atlantic/Baltic convoy ship. The ship was in dock and Jack’s daughters were looking out of an upstairs window for Teddy’s arrival. As they spotted him walking towards the pub, a German fighter plane had also seen him and proceeded to attack him using machine guns. Teddy ran and took cover in a public toilet which stood opposite the Lion. The plane continued its attack, but when it passed over, Teddy ran from the toilet and dived behind the pub yard gates and then escaped into the bar. It is not recorded what happened next, but I like to think that he then enjoyed a drink or two to steady his nerves.



The Public Toilets opposite the Golden Lion 1991.

This should have been preserved as a national monument!