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.

Can I Do Anything?

Yes, turn your computer off now and go straight to the pub.




Monday, 21 April 2014

Blackhall Colliery



For a pub blog, the inclusion of Blackhall Colliery in County Durham is an odd choice. Although the village has a population of around 3,000, it currently has only one pub. I have included Blackhall because it is part of North East England’s rapidly-disappearing industrial heritage and because it was a village I knew well as a child - I attended the Infants and Junior schools there and my father taught at Blackhall Senior school in the 1950s and 1960s.
Blackhall Colliery is a former mining village on County Durham’s North Sea coast, but 100 years ago there were only a few scattered farms in this part of the county. After the mine was sunk in 1913, a new ‘modernised’ colliery village was created within a few short years. By 1920, there were around 500 houses, shops and other buildings.



Blackhall Colliery is connected by rail to Horden to the north via a spectacular brick-built viaduct. This crosses Castle Eden Dene, a Site of Special Scientific Interest and a National Nature Reserve, at Denemouth. The railway was completed in 1905. This photograph was taken in 1993.


A Blackhall Colliery back street in 2007. Note the outside coalhouses and toilets, now all converted to sheds.


There were four classes of houses built in Blackhall Colliery, ranging from the Class 1 terraced houses with four rooms, two up and two down, plus wash house and kitchen, to the Class 4 houses which were far more spacious and were designed for the colliery officials. All houses had outside earth closets and a coalhouse. Sites were set out for a hospital, a church and vicarage, a theatre, a Working Men's club, a school, a park with bandstand, and two hotels/public houses. There was, however, a complete lack of imagination when it came to naming the streets. The rows of houses were named ‘First Street’ to ‘Eleventh Street’ and the main road through the village was called ‘Middle Street. There was also an ‘East Street and a ‘West Street’.

The Hardwick Hotel, on the imaginatively named Middle Street, is the only remaining pub in Blackhall Colliery. It was built in 1914 by Nimmo’s brewery of Castle Eden.


The Hardwick Hotel in 2007. Note the delicate metalwork to either side of the central window advertising the brewery which commissioned the building.




Castle Eden Brewery in 1987
Castle Eden Brewery was founded by John Nimmo in 1826 and remained independent until it was sold to Whitbread in 1963. Brewing ceased in 2002 and most of the buildings were demolished in 2003. In 1968, I had a Christmas job here working in the bottling section. I can’t recall much about my time at the brewery, other than my boss who was a ferocious woman we called ‘Lily the Pink’ after a current pop song. This dreadful woman would launch into a verbal attack every time a crate of beer fell off the conveyer belt.


The Chimneys Guest House in 2007. Built in 1925, this building was originally a pub known as the Blackhall Hotel, or locally as The Trust, after the company who constructed the building.

Blackhall Secondary Modern School in 1993. My father’s classroom was the left hand section of this prefabricated building. The school was closed at the time these photographs were taken, in 1993, and was subsequently demolished.


Blackhall Secondary Modern School, Science Room, 1993.
After school, my father would occasionally bring my brother and I here and show us all sorts of scientific tricks. We learnt how to clean pennies using dilute nitric acid, how to blow glass into interesting - but wholly useless -  shapes, the wonders of a Van de Graaff generator, how to repair a valve radio, how to make gunpowder and, best of all, how to make nitrogen triiodide.


My father, teaching in the 1960s. This lesson was not part of the curriculum.
In 1963 my father organized a visit to the colliery for the older lads in his class. Most would be leaving school at 16 to work in the mine. Although I was only 13 and my younger brother was 11, he arranged for us to join the party. The concept of Health & Safety was not well established at the time. The descent in the cage below ground, the journey to the coal face by conveyer belt and on foot and the realization that we were several hundred feet below the North Sea, are experiences I will never forget.




This photograph shows my junior school class sometime in the mid-1950s. I am the young lad in the middle of the crowd.


Blackhall beach in 1986, three years after the coal mine closed. Coal waste had been tipped at sea along this coast for many years producing an eerie, unearthly landscape. This beach featured in the final scenes of the 1971 British gangster film, ‘Get Carter’ starring Michael Caine.


In 1986, the sea along this coast was still throwing up coal waste.



Blackhall beach in 1993. Much of the coal waste has already disappeared and, following a major clean-up project at the start of the millennium in which 2 million tons of waste were removed, the coastline has now returned to its pre-industrial state.
I’d like to complete this post with a well-documented, but nearly-forgotten, tale of a local sea monster. In 1850, four people, including Mary Burden of Castle Eden, independently reported seeing a sea-serpent off Blackhall beach. At first sight, Miss Burden thought the creature to be a whale – she had seen some previously in the North Sea off Tynemouth – but when the sea creature reared out of the water and displayed two coils before swimming away at speed, she took it to be a sea serpent.
This may be the reason people refrain from swimming in the North Sea. Then again, it may simply be the temperature of the water.

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Whitby Pubs 1


There is no doubt about it; Whitby is absolutely stuffed with history.

Captain Cook set sail from the harbour in Whitby-built ships on his journeys of discovery, Dracula arrived at Whitby harbour in a storm, Queen Victoria established the fashion for jewelry made from Whitby jet, after the death of her husband, Albert, William Scoresby moored his whaling vessels here, Oswy, an early Christian king of Northumbria,  established the first abbey in Whitby, the Synod of Whitby met here in 656 and found in favour for the Roman church over the traditional Celtic form of Christianity in Northumbria – I could go on, but there is even more to Whitby than history.
Today the town is one of the most picturesque harbours in Britain, with plenty to offer visitors including the annual folk festival, the twice-yearly Whitby Goth Festival, a Victorian railway station with links to the North Yorkshire Moors Railway, fabulous fish and chip shops, Fortune’s oak-smoked kippers, several independent shops, sandy beaches (with donkey rides) and, of course, a splendid range of pubs.
 
 
 

The Black Horse on Church Street.

Of all the pubs in Whitby, this is my favourite. In fact when I am in the town I find it very difficult not to pop in for a pint.
 
The tiny main bar in The Black Horse. As well as wonderful ale, his pub offers an impressive range of snuff, if you are so inclined.
Martin, Pam and Vicki enjoying a pint in The Black Horse in 2013

 
 

The White Horse and Griffin on Church Street in 1995.

This old inn now trades as a restaurant.
Built in 1691 by Sir Hugh Cholmley, the White Horse & Griffin was the first Coaching Inn to operate from Whitby to York and London in 1788. Many famous people have stayed here over the years, including, of course, Charles Dickens. This chap is associated with so many hostelries around England; it is surprising that he found time to write any novels.

 

The Dolphin, Bridge Street

 
The Dolphin is situated on the banks of the River Esk, adjacent to the swing bridge that links the East side of the harbour with the west. Over the years my visits to this imposing brick-built pub, with impressive views over the river, always left me feeling it had never reached its full potential. On one occasion we spent a couple of nights here and experienced what must have been the smallest bathroom in existence. The tiny plastic shower, miniscule plastic sink and molded plastic WC were all packed into a plastic box about the size of a Tupperware box. Since my last visit, however, The Dolphin has undergone a complete refurbishment and recent reviews are very positive.

Three Jolly Sailors pictured outside the eponymous pub on St Anne’s Staithes in November 2013.

More like escapees from ‘Last of the Summer Wine’

 

 

The Elsinore, Flowergate.

The Whitby Gothic Weekend was established here in 1994 by Jo Hampshire. This is a superb pub where it is quite easy to spend a complete evening. In fact I have already done so.
 
 

The Golden Lion, Golden Lion Bank

A view from inside The Golden Lion. This quirky little pub is recognized as the oldest inn in Whitby.

The Golden Lion – just as you enter

 

The Board Inn and The Duke of York, Church Street in 1995.

Both pubs are well worth a visit. The Duke has some impressive views over the lower harbour.
 
 

 

Be prepared to meet many strange and wonderful creatures if you visit the town during Whitby Gothic Weekend.

 
 

A group of Goths at the bottom of Whittby’s famous 199 steps.

 

A piratical Goth and his lady.

 

Attractive young Goths in Whitby churchyard

 
 

He’s not really dangerous – so long as you don’t look into his eyes!

 
 

Vampires everywhere

 
 

The Little Angel, Flowergate.

A friendly pub frequented by Goths. This building is thought to date back as far as the 12th Century.

 

The Station Inn, New Quay Road


If you plan to leave Whitby by train, allow yourself a little extra time to visit The Station Inn for a pint or three. This pub has a well-deserved reputation for the range and quality of its beer.

 


The New Angel, New Quay Road.

This historic old inn has been acquired by Weatherspoons and given a new lease of life.


Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Sunderland Pubs - 2



Currently there are plenty of pubs closing, but in this post I want to highlight a few great pubs which are not only surviving, but are thriving, despite the best efforts of short-term planners and get-rich-quick merchants.



The Dun Cow, High Street West, in 1990.

This pub, built between1901and 1902, was designed by the renowned architect
B F Simpson. The bar is one of the few pub interiors of special historical interest in Sunderland. There is extensive Art Nouveau woodwork and a back bar that has been described by CAMRA as one of the most stunning in Britain.
 
 
The Dun Cow. The main front bar is separated from a small rear sitting room by a curved wooden and glass screen.

 

The fabulous back bar in The Dun Cow. One of the most ornate surviving back bars in Britain.



Fitzgerald’s on Green Terrace.
I’m not a great fan of pub chains, but the Sir John Fitzgerald group is a notable exception. This small, family-owned company has been in business for several generations and runs 15 pubs in the North East.
Fitzgerald’s in Sunderland is a traditional pub frequented by students, locals, regulars and visitors to the city and is a regular winner of CAMRA Real Ale awards, boasting a bar full of guest beers.
 



Two old friends of mine, Terry ‘Smudger’ Smith and Tony ‘Ginger’ Doyle, enjoy a swift half with Terry’s son, Chris. This photograph was taken in The William Jameson, a Weatherspoons pub in Sunderland, on the day when Sunderland played their first home game of the 2013/14 season against Fulham. As you can see by the smiles on their faces, this photo was taken before the game.
 



Another photograph taken in The William Jameson, this time showing another old school friend, Tommy Lee (right) and his wife, Janet (left) with a couple of their friends. Tommy was a great footballer at school and had trials for several professional clubs. He is the only lad I know who turned down a trial with Manchester United.

The last pub in this post is a real success story. A few years ago The Isis on Silksworth Row in Sunderland was an abandoned and dilapidated Grade II-listed Victorian pub. With great foresight, the owners, The Jarrow Brewery, have bucked the trend of pub closures and have invested £500,000 in a fabulous refurbishment.



This photograph of The Isis was taken in 1990 when the future of the building was far from certain.



The Isis reopened in 2011 and is now booming with a full bank of twelve hand pumps all delivering excellent ale. In truth, I didn’t try them all on this occasion, but the ones I did sample were in top condition. This picture shows the landlord, Christopher Taylor, in action.
 



Originally this pub was known as The Ship, but after the crew of a ship called ‘The Isis’ were regularly paid off in the bar, the pub officially changed its name to The Ship Isis. The Jarrow Brewery commissioned a specially made ‘Isis’ mirror which shows a beautiful image of the ancient Egyptian goddess.

The pub – reputedly the city’s most-haunted – showcases the brewery’s range of award-winning, traditionally brewed real ales, such as Rivet Catcher and Venerable Bede as well as many other beers from the region.

The Isis has featured in local history books and television programmes due to its reputation of being haunted. Mary-Ann Cotton, the Sunderland-born serial killer, is rumoured to have buried two of her children in tunnels which lead from the pub’s cellars down to the river bank.



Both downstairs bars were busy when I visited, but if you fancy a quiet pint there are further rooms upstairs.
After historical research, the Isis has been restored to its multi-roomed, original layout, and now has its original fireplaces.



The ship’s wheel draped in hops provides a dramatic ceiling decoration in the main bar and a link to the pub’s maritime past.



This view from the upstairs lounge in The Isis shows Sunderland football club’s Stadium of Light on the north side of the river Wear.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

St Ives, Cambridgeshire

St Ives, Cambridgeshire
During the early 1970s, I became alarmed at the number of pubs closing or being modernized to fit some corporate image and the seemingly unstoppable expansion of plastic pubs. When my wife, Pam, and I moved to St Ives, a lively market town with several pubs, I took the opportunity to take some photographs for posterity. On a positive note, several of these pubs still seem to be thriving.




The Golden Lion, Market Hill, St Ives. Oliver Cromwell, the one-time Lord Protector of the Commonwealth, appears to be looking down from his pedestal, defying anyone to enter the pub. Cromwell lived in St Ives from 1631-1636. The statue was paid for by public subscription and erected in 1901 after an attempt to raise funds for a statue in nearby Huntingdon, where Cromwell also had strong associations, failed.

The White Hart, Sheep Market, St Ives. An old coaching inn dating back to the early 18th century and a Whitbread house at the time the photograph was taken.


The Manchester Arms, Needingworth Road, St Ives.

The Nelson’s Head, Merryland, St Ives. We were regulars at this pub when we lived in St Ives and it was a basic, friendly, back-street pub run by Nancy and Fred. I called in The Nelsons for a pint or two a few years ago and although the interior looked unrecognizable from the 1970s, the restoration (and enlargement) had been very well done.


Advertising has moved on since Fred and Nancy’s time, but if you were a loyal customer back then, you may have been lucky enough to receive a special Nelson’s Head biro at Christmas.
The Robin Hood, Market Hill, St Ives. This pub was built around 1789 and the building was once owned by the Archbishop of Canterbury.


The Oliver Cromwell, Wellington Street, St Ives. An excellent pub near to the Quayside.


The Black Bull, London Road, St Ives. This pub ceased trading in 1999 and is now an Indian restaurant. Note the sign advertising Tolly Cobbold Ales, the Suffolk brewery that was acquired by Ridley’s brewery in 2002. In 2005, Ridley’s was bought by Greene King and two old names were lost.



The Dolphin Hotel, London Road, St Ives. This pub had been derelict for some time when I photographed it in the late 1970s. It was subsequently demolished and a new hotel built near the site.

The Greyhound, Carlisle Terrace, St Ives. This pub was refurbished and renamed The Unicorn in 2003.


The Seven Wives, Ramsey Road, St Ives. This pub was built in 1962 and is named after the rhyme/riddle which dates back to around 1730.


The Dun Horse, Ramsey Road, St Ives, with what looks like a plastic Watneys Red Barrel stuck on the wall next to the entrance. This pub was known as The Aviator from 1992 and is still a pub, but now trades as The Merchant House.


Royal Oak, St Ives. This pub claims to be the oldest in the town, dating back to 1502. The name, however, must be more recent as The Royal Oak refers to Charles II’s famous escape from Oliver Cromwell’s Roundheads in 1651 when he hid in an oak tree.
Note the Ansells brewery lettering. Ansells was, together with Ind Coope and Taylor Walker, a member of Allied Breweries. Ansells Mild and Best Bitter are currently produced for Allied’s successor, Carlsberg, by JW Lees.

The remains of the Cherry Tree Inn, Merryland, St Ives. It seems to be suffering from a little fire damage.



Pam outside the Blue Ball Inn, in the village of Toseland, a short drive from St Ives. This pub was a genuine time warp and was described in the 1976 CAMRA publication for Real Ales in Cambridgeshire (cost 25p) as a ‘Quiet and unspoiled rural pub’

Not a pub, but St Ives Railway Station shortly before demolition.


In the late 1970s, we were involved in organizing some Real Ale festivals at Cromwell House in Huntingdon, birthplace of Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector. I don’t think Oliver would have approved of our endeavours, in particular the Yard of Ale contest that resulted in a tie and had to be re-run.

In 1978, Pam and I attended the CAMRA Annual General Meeting in Cardiff with our friends Mick and Dianne Shanley. This photograph was taken outside the Queens Head in Stowe-on-the Wold where we stopped for some light refreshment on our drive back to St Ives. Mick Shanley, a connoisseur of ale, is the only person I’ve ever met who routinely put ice cubes into his pint.


I recently heard from Mick and he explained that he started to take ice in his beer while on a University coach trip to a brewery in Tadcaster;  ‘we stopped on the way back at a pub in Blubberhouses and I put my pint on the top of the fireplace and the tankard became a little warm so with my next pint I asked for a bit of ice as well .. I’ve never looked back!  …I knew that it would keep me skinny.’