The Heavens in the Snow

Walking into the Past
On a winter’s day with friends;
The Heavens, where Bisley sat
In the cleavage of the hills.

Sunlight and clean bright water
Pooled together to concentrate life,
To bring people, sheep, grass and stone;
Final gifting, leats, to complete this idyllic painting.

But nostalgia has rubbed out the old noises,
The clatterings, natterings and smashings,
The belchings and smellings
Of smoke and dust from frost cracked stones.

From wheels grinding and spinning,
Weaving and teasing out life
From Blake’s little lambs
‘Over the stream and o’er the mead.’

Time passes, erases and changes
Those borders and walls, that noise and smoke,
Leaving only brambles and twists of the stream
Where we clung to life on the sunny side of the hill.

(Martin Hoffman)

The Heavens

The snow wandered into Stroud on a gusting wind,
Leaving a Lowry scene of red brick factories,
Serrated roofs, and mouldering mills,
All garlanded with icicles.

There was a silence that yearned for horse hooves,
Children tobogganed down car-free roads,
Matchstick women, men and tufted dogs
Tottered along the freezing canal towpath.

The fields at The Heavens were shrouded,
Though Thomas Bewick branches
Etched a January-tree-tapestry,
Across the muffled, white clad fields.

We walked down Daisy Bank and Spider Lane,
Past medieval window panes and casements,
Beyond the spring line below Field House,
To walk a footpath, once the main route to Lypiatt.

We marked hidden ruins by the first cottages,
The search for water and daylight,
Obvious in the silver afternoon sky
And spring line emerald fronds.

Sliding through the snow drifts,
We reached the site of Wayhouse Mill
And cottages, down by the fashioned slopes,
Between the bridge and the telegraph pole.

The forgotten groan of the water wheel,
And the long dead splash of the sluice,
Mournful memories in the wind,
Led us on to Widow Petett’s.

Here, the apothecary gathered waters
For tinctures and medicines,
By Fairy Spring at Turnip End Bottom,
Down by the crossing of the stream.

The hollows and brambles on the other side,
Indicated a sheep-house and springs,
Where seventeenth century residents
Had rights to water and an apple orchard.

The scattered remnants of weavers’ cottages
Came next, up there at Dry Hill,
In the woodland, above the spring line,
There by the ruined walls and wells.

We wandered on through our time line,
Crossing the stream at the water fall,
To drop down into Kinner’s Grove,
And further hidden ruins.

The rivulet was once diverted here,
To long vanished buildings on the right,
Where we sat and stared at the westward sky,
And a red-shift Neolithic sunset.

We climbed back up to Horns Road,
Lowry figures in red brick streets,
Pints of Budding in the Crown and Sceptre,
Reflecting on the past, in the here and now.

Madeleine moments in The Heavens,
The past beneath your footsteps,
For those with eyes to see, ears to hear,
And an archaeologist like Neil Baker.

The Heavens 2024 and beyond

Emma Kernahan:

‘A packed @stroudtrinityrooms on a wet and windy Sunday night to discuss the future of the Heavens Valley. The agreement to sell to the community is there but @friendsoftheheavens are in a race against time to raise the funds.

£850k is the goal. £300k has been pledged by the community, with half of those pledges realised.

A community benefit society has been formed, and two *incredible* individuals have provided bridging loans for the remainder, to purchase all 102 acres. They are locals who have taken a big risk, because they believe in the magic of this place, and want to see it belong to everyone. But we all still need to raise a *lot* of money to make this work. So – what can you do?

  1. Donate! As much or as little as you can – *every penny is crucial*.
  2. Become a shareholder – it costs £50 and you get a say in the future of the Heavens from the moment the land is purchased. You become a part of its story.
  3. We need fundraisers, admin experts, ideas people, connectors, social media types, cattle owners (really), facilitators, ecologists, lunch makers and morale boosters. If you have the skills then you’re in.
  4. Got a mad scheme or a big challenge in aid of The Heavens? Want to have a party or make buying a bit of magic land your Christmas gift this year? Tell your friends, family, colleagues! Get organising and spread the word 🙂

You don’t have to be from Stroud – we have fundraising happening in San Francisco, donations from Australia, people cheering us on from Canada to Cornwall to Cape Town.

It’s only a bit of land, someone said last night., but it’s really *important*. The fight for our access to the land is happening in so many places, and has been going on for so long. Maybe we are used to our resources being progressively sold off into private hands, rather than being offered to us, that this one bit of good news has rippled out a long way beyond a Gloucestershire valley. Idk – it really feels like a lot of eyes are on this at the moment, just waiting to see what’s possible.

Anyway, it might be a stormy night out there at the moment, but the community hall lights are definitely shining in Stroud for those who are looking x.’

 

Emma had previously posted this moving personal piece a few days before the meeting:

 

‘The owner of The Heavens has agreed to sell it to the community instead of another private landowner. Everyone in Stroud knows this already, but I wanted to put it here to mark the serious graft of the Friends of the Heavens – and also because I feel it marks something important about the fight for our relationship with the land everywhere in England, a little victory among all the battles going on right now across the country for access to what is already ours.

For the last fifteen years or so I’ve felt like this secret little valley was mine. It’s 102 acres of streams and fields and waterfalls and ruins and ancient woods and hidden Roman remains and very loud owls. In the lockdowns, I walked a groove around it, I examined every pocket, path and hedgerow portal, every day through the 52 seasons of the year here. My children have walked home from school through it, played in it, grown up surrounded by its views, listened to its noises through open windows at night.

I was away or ill for a few weeks this summer, and when I returned to my walks in the Heavens for the first time after hearing the news, I realised that what I had done before wasn’t ownership, it was permission. I was allowed to walk that land. Somebody permitted it, perhaps for now but not for ever. What I have now is belonging. The folds of these old hills will belong to my community, and we will belong to them. We have a chance to show what can be achieved when we work together and don’t take no for an answer.’

 

Now for news reports from James Felton stroudnewsandjournal.co.uk

 

‘The meeting at the Trinity Rooms … outlined the urgent need for donations … solicitors for the Heavens Valley Community Benefit Society (HVCBS) and the current owner are now discussing details of the proposed sale.

Some 65 per cent of the £300,000 … in pledges towards the £850,000 needed has already been converted into actual donations …

More than 300 people bought shares in the Heavens Valley Community Benefit Society … The push is now on to get everyone who’s pledged to convert their pledges into hard cash and find new donors.

Coordinator Martin Whiteside said: “This is a once-in-a-generation opportunity … we can save the valley for ever – or possibly see it lost forever.”

He explained that if the entire £300,000 initial target can be raised soon, it will mean only £550,000 needs to be borrowed from the two local lenders. “So there is an urgent need now to get all of the £300,000 …”

Ben Challis, another member of the HVCBS coordinating team, said there were two main priorities: protecting community access and enabling biodiversity and nature recovery. “This will involve, among other things, improving and maintaining paths and looking at ways to increase accessibility …”’

 

‘HVCBS spokesperson Karen Thomas said: “Stroud people are … being incredibly generous, but we still need more to be sure of saving the land.

All the money raised in this first phase means that the Society will have to borrow less from the two local individuals who are providing bridging loans to help the community purchase the land.

Once the £300,000 milestone is passed, the HVCBS will forge ahead with raising the remaining £550,000 to repay our lenders and so secure the land for the community for ever.

I urge everyone to visit our website to find out more about becoming a shareholder and making a donation.”’

www.heavensvalley.org.uk

 

 

James Felton stroudnewsandjournal.co.uk

Ashley Loveridge Stroud Times

Update 4th October 2024

Matilda Jones (Heavens Valley Action Group Facebook page)

‘It means so much to us to have the official support of the countryside charity the CPRE …

The HVCBS has to raise £850,000 … So far, it has realised its initial target of £300,000 … The rest of the money is being provided in the form of low interest loans from two local supporters …

Once the purchase is complete the HVCBS will continue fundraising to repay the loans within two years. As lump sums are repaid to the lenders, parcels of land will be released from a “charge” that the lenders hold as security, and the land will come piece by piece into full community ownership.

HVCBS coordinator Karen Thomas said: “There has been huge interest and support from local people with more than 340 having bought shares and hundreds more having made donations. Some have offered to organise fundraising events while many more have signed up to volunteer for practical tasks …

we still have an enormous amount of money to raise, so we are urging people to dig deep to make our vision of full community ownership a reality.”

Some of the fundraising events in October:

Freestyle expressive dance event at the Trinity Rooms

Stroud Suzuki Violin Group outside the Subscription Rooms

 

Poverty Past Poverty Present

Please join us for a community workshop!

Stroud District Foodbank and The Prince Albert are hosting a powerful and creative event: GUARANTEE OUR ESSENTIALS with Stories of Hope and Hardship led by Katie McCue and Stuart Butler.

We’ll be using tablecloths and postcards to fill the room with messages that highlight the impact of a social security system that’s failing to protect people from going without essentials. This will become part of an inspiring display and exhibition.

Come be part of this important conversation at The Prince Albert on Thursday October 17 19.30 -21.00. We’d love to see you there!

‘Community – Stories of Hope – Stroud District Foodbank – Lay it on the table – Guarantee the essentials’

 

A People’s Local History Chapter 3

A MISCELLLANY OF HISTORY

A TEXTUAL WEAVING OF A CABINET OF CURIOSITIES

A TEXTUAL SAMPLER

Chapter Three

 

 

‘I like to think of your tapestry as a piece of woven cloth – the weft weaving through the warp – with all these occupations being carried out at different times.  As Stroud and its surrounding parishes grew and developed, the different generations of my family seem to blend into the pattern of the ever-changing history of the Five Valleys.

 

“History makes people and people make history”

 

What will Chapter 3 be?’

Shortwood and Montego Bay

At first glance, it might seem an improbable leap

From Newgate Prison, and William Pitt’s spies,

From the febrile atmosphere of London

In the early years of the French Revolution

(‘No War! No Pitt! No King!’),

And the year of the naval mutinies

On the Nore and Spithead in 1797

(‘The Floating Republic’),

To Shortwood Baptist Church, and Nailsworth,

And thence to Montego Bay, Jamaica.

But let’s give this leap a second glance,

And so, reveal a hidden radical landscape,

And a hidden colonial one, too.

The minister there in the early nineteenth century,

One William Winterbotham,

Had done time in Newgate between 1793 and 97,

Incarcerated after sermons deemed near seditious:

‘First of all, government originates with the people.

Secondly, The people have the right

to cashier their governors for misconduct.

Thirdly, The people have a right to change the form of their government if they think it proper to do so.’

‘The people make the laws and the laws were made for kings.’

William Winterbotham was well known in London,

After his transportation from Plymouth,

And consequent imprisonment:

William Godwin would visit Newgate,

Tom Paine would reference William’s writings,

While outside in the streets, Thomas Spence,

And his revolutionary Spencean comrades,

Would take Paine’s political radicalism much further,

With their slogans all over London’s walls and pavements:
‘No Landlords, you Fools!’

And where ‘that Jacobin fox’, John Thelwall

‘The most dangerous man in Britain’,

Would entrance audiences with his oratory.

William became minister at Shortwood in 1804,

Perhaps attracted by the area’s artisanal radicalism,

Perhaps attracted by the area’s nonconformist conscience,

Perhaps entranced by Citizen John Thelwall’s visit

To the area in the summer of 1797,

And consequent lyricism:

‘…For I must leave ye, pleasant haunts! brakes, bourns,

And populous hill, and dale, and pendant woods;

And you, meandering streams, and you, ye cots

And hamlets, that, with many a whiten’d front,

Sprinkle the woody steep; or lowlier stoop,

Thronging, gregarious, round the rustic spire …’

William would be pastor here for twenty-five years.

He was buried in the churchyard in his sixty-sixth year,

After a ministry that not only looked to the heavens,

But also asserted the need for free trade,

Rather than corn laws that kept food prices high,

And inflated aristocratic landlord profits;

After a ministry that asserted the need

for an extension of the vote,

Rather than the Prince Regent’s approval

of the JP’s actions at Peterloo in 1819;

After a ministry that asserted the need

For the abolition of slavery

Rather than merely the abolition of the slave trade.

Attendance at Shortwood Baptist Church grew and grew:

A Pilgrim’s Progress up the hill to the Celestial City.

And there, in the burgeoning congregation,

One Thomas Burchell,

Just five years old when William arrived.

But so inspired by the developing and enveloping Word,

That his Pilgrim’s Progress would take him

Across the Black Atlantic archipelago

And thence to Montego Bay, Jamaica;

A Baptist missionary, but, abolitionist, too,

Not just promoting chapels and schools

And free villages for the enslaved,

But also campaigning for abolition,

And while Lord John Russell contemplated the vote,

As the United Kingdom tottered on the edge of revolution

In ‘The Days of May’ in 1832,

Thomas Burchell’s Baptist colleague,

Samuel Sharpe, would face execution

In a summary wave of judicialized racialised hangings,

And worse,

After the so-called ‘Baptist War’.

No white Baptists were executed.

You can find Samuel’s image on a Jamaican bank note;

You can find a memorial to Thomas in Nailsworth,

At Christ Church,

And at Abney Park Cemetery in Stoke Newington.

Perhaps we should take that bank note,

On a journey from Shortwood to Stoke Newington.

 

Walks from Kemble Railway Station from the Black Ark Media Group from the Gloucestershire Black History Map: Ewen

 

The quaint village of Ewen, birth place of Allen Davenport (1775-1846) a shoe maker, poet, socialist and advocate of women’s rights. As a Chartist and Spencean, Davenport supported the working-class movement for political reform and advocated the common ownership of all land alongside his close confidant Robert Wedderburn, a British-African-Caribbean revolutionary and son of a Scottish slave master and plantation owner, he provoked sympathy for his 1824 publication, The Horrors of Slavery’, influencing the Abolitionist movement.

 

 

But let’s take a walk down the High Street in Stroud in 1820 taking in the sights. It may not be chocolate box Quality Street but it has a homespun warmth, does good old Stroud High Street.

 

William Addis joiner

Richard Barrett victualler Crown

CW Bailey hat maker and straw manufacturer

James Bishop patten maker

JP Brisley printer, book seller and sub-distributor of stamps

Betsy Brown huckster

James Butt ironmonger

Richard Camm watchmaker

Jonathon Coleman currier and leather seller

  1. Darke M.D.

Thomas English glover

Isaac Gardner tailor and draper

Joseph Gardner boot and shoe maker

Samuel Gurner farmer

Sarah Hambridge milliner and dress maker

Henry Hawkins attorney

Leonard Hawkins grocer

Peter Hawker attorney

William Hiles watch and clock maker

John L.B. Hill chemist and druggist

Joseph Hinksman butcher

William Hodges victualler Marlborough Head

Joshua Holder tailor

Ann Howell brass founder and tin-plate worker

  1. T. Howell baker

John Hudd eating-house

James Knowles Swan Inn and Excise Office

Martin, Mills & Wilson bankers

Ambrose May ironmonger

J.B. Millard auctioneer

Jasper Millard pastry cook

John Mills & Son grocers and tea dealers; soap and candle manufacturers

Thomas Mills mercer

William Moody coachman

James Morgan linen draper and haberdasher

Thomas Mozley tailor

George Mynett victualler Crown & Anchor and Sheriff’s Officer

Mynett & Pugh cabinet makers and upholsterers

Charles Newman attorney

Thomas Nicholls basket maker

Thomas Osbourne linen and woollen draper

Richard Packer attorney

John Parry hat manufacturer

John Pegler butcher

Charles Ranger ironmonger

Hannah Shatford dress-maker

John Sims hop merchant and brewer

Sims & Sutton linen and woollen drapers

Richard Sims spirit merchant

Stephen Saley china and glass warehouse

John Vick watch and clock maker

Francis Vigurs printer, bookseller, stationer & agent to the Imperial Fire offices

Samuel Webb boot and shoe maker and leather cutter

John Welshman linen draper

John Whippy near the Swan tailor

Richard White linen draper and haberdasher

William Wilson banker

From the 1820 Trade Directory

(With grateful thanks to John & Marion Hearfield)

The Diggers at Slimbridge

The Slimbridge Diggers

Every Age Rewrites History

But not always textually

And the History may not even have been textual

To begin with tbh

 

‘Every Age Rewrites History?’: well, that takes me right back to 6th form scholarship-level history (yes, I did get a distinction); and now, rereading Christopher Hill’s The World Turned Upside Down, that adage seems ever more relevant, as we try to discover the site of that mysterious, elusive Digger settlement at Slimbridge.

 

Thus wrote the magisterial Christopher Hill in 1972: ‘History has to be rewritten in every generation, because although the past does not change the present does; each generation asks new questions of the past, and finds new areas of sympathy as it re-lives different aspects of the experiences of its predecessors. The Levellers were better understood as political democracy established itself … the Diggers have something to say to twentieth-century socialists. Now that the protestant ethic itself … is at last being questioned … we can study with a new sympathy the Diggers, the Ranters, and the many other daring thinkers who in the seventeenth century refused to bow down and worship it.’

 

And here we are in the twenty-first century, in the age of the Anthropocene, or Capitalocene (call it what you will): a new age of climate crisis, and here we are ready to try and discover the possible location of the possible Digger community at Slimbridge. And I imagine you are thinking as you read this: Why Slimbridge? Slimbridge? Somewhere on the edge of nowhere? That seems literally incredible. And why only ‘possible’ Digger community? And how did you find out about this possibility? What’s fact and what’s conjecture? (And so on and so on and scooby dooby do …)

 

I’ll try and answer some of these questions – and also, perhaps, provoke some more.

 

I first came upon the Slimbridge reference over ten years ago in the online Utopia Britannica: “Diggers Colony 1649-50? One of a series of ‘other’ Diggers colonies. (See St George’s Hill, Surrey, for more details) GRID REF: Possibly on Slimbridge Waste. REF: World Turned Upside Down.”

 

And then followed this up by going back to Christopher Hill and running my fingers down the index. And we read thus on page 90: “It has been suggested that the unknown Digger community in Gloucestershire may have been at Slimbridge, where in 1631, during the Civil War, and again in 1650, ‘rude multitudes’ were ‘levelling enclosures.’ The waste of Slimbridge, John Smyth of Nibley had said in 1639, could yield £1500 a year but was not worth one-fifth of that now. On the contrary, it draws ‘many poor people from other places’ and burdens the township with ‘beggarly cottages … and ale houses and idle people’.”

 

The very knowledgeable local historian Owen Adams messaged me after I asked him his view on where the site might have been in Slimbridge: ‘Hi Stuart, all I know about it is that it gets a very brief mention in one book Brave Community as a possible site, however there was a long history of enclosure riots and disputes against the Berkeley family and their steward John Smyth in preceding decades over the new grounds, now the site of the wetlands centre … Also seems Slimbridge was known as Slymbridge, pronounced slime, as there was an industry of collecting alluvial river mud, quicksand known as slime, for spreading on agricultural land and improving it … I have a fair bit of information on an attempted Skimmington riot in June 1631 at Slimbridge New Grounds, which I will mention when I do a talk at Yate in June.’

 

(How this made me think about that old phrase used in my parents’ generation about the looked-down-upon: ‘common as muck’ … but here we can see a very different meaning involving the spread of muck on a common … one phrase implying social hierarchy … another implying equality … more on this later from the quill of Gerard Winstanley).

 

The next stage in wider research came in the spring this year when Bob Blenkinsop (‘Blenko’) lent me The Lefties’ Guide to Britain after a visit to the Cragg Vale Coiners trail when on a different mission: ‘Slimbridge Waste. A Digger community was set up on the Waste around 1650; the precise location, somewhere in the neighbourhood of the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust, is unknown.’

 

A fruitless search of my bookshelves for Nigel Costley’s West Country Rebels (who did I lend that to?) meant buying another copy. Nigel wrote on page 11 about the 17th century Skimmington riots against enclosures and de-forestation in Wiltshire and Gloucestershire (the Western Rising). His succinct description of the skimmington tradition will serve us as well as any other we could use: “A ‘Skimmington’ was a public shaming of individuals” who transgressed local community values, with the transgressor mocked in effigy with rough music. “The term was used for other actions that caused the community’s displeasure including enclosures … Riots were reported against the ‘new-gained grounds of Lord Berkeley’ at Frampton and Slimbridge …”

Nigel writes further about Slimbridge on page 25: ‘A Digger settlement was established on Slimbridge Waste by the River Severn in Gloucestershire. Little is known of the community and it is likely that it was brutally suppressed.’

 

So where was the Waste? Presumably an area of uncultivated land. Who defines an area as Waste? Definitions could vary according to wealth. Common land may not be waste from the lower orders’ point of view: it offers subsistence and a possible roof. But a landowner in pursuit of profit … might have a very different lens (see John Smyth above). So where was that Slymbridge Waste? The Moors? On the battle ground of the New Grounds? At the Warth (meadow land by a river)? Lost in the lands and waters of the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust?

 

Buchanan Sharp wrote thus on page 111 in his In Contempt of All Authority

Rural Artisans and Riot in the West of England, 1586-1660: ‘When the Berkeleys came to consider enclosure at Slymbridge in Gloucestershire in 1639, the main argument in favour of it was that the open common drew people from other places who lived in beggarly cottages, erected alehouses, and led lives of idleness and petty crime. Division into severalty would support honest husbandmen who could pay rents, instead of useless beggars and other such lazy and idle people.’ This was eight years after the offer from the other side of the river to assist in the skimmington destruction of enclosures. And seven years before the ‘order for Lord Berkeley’s quiet possession of the enclosed newly gained ground at Slymbridge’: Buchanan possibly points our way and compass with this sentence on page 156: ‘During the first Civil War the inhabitants finally rioted and destroyed the enclosure of 300 acres of ground new-gained from changes in the course of the River Severn.’

So, although John Gurney in Brave Community writes on page 185 that ‘Nothing is known of the location of the Digger colonies in Gloucestershire and Nottinghamshire. Enclosure riots took place in the Gloucestershire parishes of Slimbridge and Frampton in June 1650, and the Forest of Dean was the site of agrarian conflict later in the decade, but again no evidence has been found to link the Diggers to these places’, you might say there certainly seems to be a good deal of circumstantial evidence.

 

Circumstantial evidence: Circumstantial evidence is indirect evidence that does not, on its face, prove a fact in issue but gives rise to a logical inference that the fact exists. Circumstantial evidence requires drawing additional reasonable inferences in order to support the claim.’

 

And on that basis, we shall walk along Moorend Lane, past Berkeley Court, and Shepherd’s Patch, over the canal towards the Warth and the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust, then return and walk along the towpath towards Gloucester, glancing towards the Severn and the New Grounds.

 

Why 1649-50?

Times were particularly hard in the decade before the putative settlement at Slimbridge: war; high food prices; poor harvests; and times were especially hard between 1647 and 1650, when, as Hill commented, ‘food prices rose steeply above their pre-war level; money wages lagged badly behind, and the cost of living rose significantly’. Corn was seized in the Severn valley, while away from Slimbridge, the Levellers were active within the army, and then in the spring of 1649 poor labourers began to dig the waste land at St. George’s Hill near Windsor.

The total number of people involved there – male labourers, women and children within families, numbered under one hundred; ‘we know the names of seventy-three of them’(Hill). Like Slimbridge, that area had a tradition of radical direct action – and traditions of agrarian communism may well have revived in the 1640s. (For evidence of these traditions, see Spenser’s The Faerie Queen, Book 2, canto 9, stanza 13; Book 4, canto 1, stanza 28; Book 5, canto 2, stanza 35-52; canto 11, stanzas 57-9; Shakespeare’s Coriolanus Act 2, scene 3; Henry 6th, Part 2, Act 4, passim.) In short, although the numbers of people involved in Digger experiments in England in 1649-50 may have been few, St. George’s Hill was far from unique: the support for people whom the Levellers would have disenfranchised (servants, labourers, the indigent etc.) spread through Digger pamphlets penned by Winstanley – and through word of mouth. Digger ‘ambassadors’ would have been few in number wandering the parishes of southern England and the midlands, but wander did they did.

 

The fact that Digger ideas did spread through word of mouth (‘oral culture’) means that we should not be surprised to find it hard to pinpoint the exact spot of Gloucestershire’s Digger experiment. Out of all the Digger communities in 1649-50, St. George’s Hill is the best documented but if any of those involved in other short-lived experiments, such as Gloucestershire, could read and write, the speedy destruction of these essays in egalitarianism would have resulted in the burning, loss or destruction of Digger-penned documents. And, anyway. Why would you pen something that might incriminate you?

 

But back to Winstanley and Christopher Hill: ‘In the years 1649-50 Winstanley issued a series of pamphlets … and some at least seem to have borne fruit. Other Digger communities appeared at Wellingborough in Northamptonshire, Cox Hall in Kent, Iver in Buckinghamshire, Barnet in Hertfordshire, Enfield in Middlesex, Dunstable in Bedfordshire, Bosworth in Leicestershire, and at unknown places in Gloucestershire and Nottinghamshire. Not enough local work has been done on most of these places, but we know something about Wellingborough.’ (This was written in 1972.)

 

Hill outlines Wellingborough’s Puritan, Quaker and Leveller background – and its level of poverty: and, in consequence, the poor started to ‘dig up, manure and sow corn upon the common waste ground’. (We can see how Slimbridge fits into part of this template with its history of direct action and its poverty – and contested common waste ground.) Hill further comments: ‘So from Nottinghamshire and Northamptonshire to Gloucestershire and Kent, Digger influence spread all over southern and central England … intensifying ill-feeling between landlords and tenants … they may have contributed to the class consciousness of Fifth Monarchists and early Quakers …’

 

Locally, the Quakers were a notable presence in not-so-far-away Painswick; the spirit of freedom was alive and smoking in the illegal tobacco plantations around Winchcombe, and there was the tradition of direct action in the Forest of Dean and along the eastern banks of the Severn too. Slimbridge sits between these places. Perhaps we can imagine itinerant ambassadors, or local Diggers and preachers, with Gerard Winstanley’s message, spreading the Digger gospel through valley and over the wolds. And as Hill pointed out: ‘a Quaker of the early 1650s had far more in common with a Leveller, a Digger or a Ranter than with a modern member of the Society of Friends.’

 

The next section of this disquisition will follow in the word-steps and thought-footsteps of Winstanley. We shall walk in these word-steps when in Slimbridge and we shall call this section A Light Shining in Gloucestershire.

 

‘If the waste land of England were manured by her children, it would become in a few years the richest, the strongest and flourishing land in the world.’

‘Work together; eat bread together.’

 

‘He that works for another, either for wages or to pay him rent, works unrighteously … but they that are resolved to work and eat together, making the earth a common treasury, doth join hands with Christ to lift up the creation from bondage, and restores all things from the curse.’

 

[I must] ’go forth and declare it in my action’ [to organise] ‘us that are called common people to manure and work upon the common lands.’

‘True religion and undefiled is to let everyone have quietly earth to manure.’

 

‘the bondage the poor complain of, that they are kept poor by their brethren in a land where there is so much plenty for everyone, if covetousness and pride did not rule as king in one brother over another.’

 

‘in the beginning of time the great creator, Reason, made the earth to be a common treasury, to preserve beasts, birds, fishes and man, the lord that was to govern this creation … Not one word was spoken in the beginning that one branch of mankind should rule over another … But … selfish imaginations … did set up one man to teach and rule over another. And thereby … man was brought into bondage, and became a greater slave to such of his own kind than the beasts of the field were to him. And hereupon the earth … was hedged into enclosures by the teachers and rulers, and the others were made … slaves. And that earth that is within this creation made a common storehouse for all, is bought and sold and kept in the hands of a few, whereby the great Creator is mightily dishonoured, as if he were a respecter of persons, delighting in the comfortable livelihood of some and rejoicing in the miserable poverty and straits of others. From the beginning it was not so …’

 

Ye Lords of the Manor: ‘The power of enclosing land and owning property was brought into the creation by your ancestors by the sword; which first did murder their fellow creatures, men, and after plunder or steal away their land, and left this land successively to you, their children. And therefore, though you did not kill or thieve, you hold that cursed thing in your hand by the power of the sword; and so you justify the wicked deeds of your fathers, and that sin of your fathers shall be visited upon the heads of you and your children to the third and fourth generation, and longer too, till your bloody and thieving power be rooted out the land.’

 

‘The poorest man hath as true a title and just right to the land as the richest man … True freedom lies in the free enjoyment of the earth … If the common people have no more freedom in England but only to live among the elder brothers and work for them for hire, what freedom then have they in England …’

‘Whilst this kingly power reigned in one man called Charles, all sorts of people complained of oppression … Thereupon you that were the gentry, when you were assembled in Parliament, you called upon the poor common people to come and help you … That top bough is lopped off the tree of tranny, and the kingly power in that one particular is cast out. But alas, oppression is a great tree still, and keeps off the sun of freedom from the poor commons still.’

 

‘wheresoever there is a people … united by common community of livelihood into oneness, it will become the strongest land in the world; for then they will be as one man to defend their inheritance … Whereas on the other side, pleading for property and single interest divides the people of a land and the whole world into parties, and is the cause of all wars and bloodshed and contention everywhere … But when once the earth becomes a common treasury again, as it must, … then this enmity of all lands will cease, and none shall dare seek dominion over others, neither shall any dare to kill another, nor desire more of the earth than another.’

 

‘…they tell the poor people that they must be content with their poverty, and they shall have their heaven hereafter. But why may not we have our heaven here (that is, a comfortable livelihood in the earth) and heaven hereafter too …’

 

‘Oh ye hearsay preachers, deceive not the people any longer by telling them that this glory shall not be known and seen till the body is lain in the dust. ‘

 

Here endeth A Light Shining in Gloucestershire

 

 

There is, then, a compelling argument for placing the Gloucestershire Digger experiment at Slimbridge, while simultaneously accepting that we might have got it wrong. But, so what? We are walking in a liminal landscape: the storm surge of 1607 would have turned the world upside down too. We are also walking through a liminal time-scape, rescuing ‘the poor and anonymous from the enormous condescension of posterity’, following our practice of ‘footsteps and footpaths not footnotes’; indeed, exemplifying that practice.

Perhaps there’s something of William Blake about our practice too:

‘To see the world in a grain of sand

And a Heaven in a wild flower

To hold Eternity in the palm of your hand

And Infinity in an hour.’

 

Conclusion

Jonathan Meades on page 3 of An Encyclopaedia of Myself:

‘Every time I write once upon a time I am, anyway, already exhuming the disputable, conjuring a photocopy of a faded print made from a detrited negative. I am striving to distinguish the original from its replays. So why add to the store of the provisional? The forms and shades of what used to be are already hideously mutable, every act of recall is both an erosion and an augmentation. I remember therefore I reshape.’

 

So here we are contributing both to a history and a mythology.

We may be in the wrong place in Slimbridge. Perhaps it’s not the New Ground. Perhaps it’s not on the site of the Wetlands Centre. Perhaps, it is or isn’t on the area called the Warth. On top of that, Slimbridge may not even be the right place.

But does that matter?

John Gurney wrote on page 180 in Brave Community that “Winstanley’s claim that digging ‘is the talk of the whole Land’ may not have been too much of an exaggeration, for it is evident that the Digger experiment did have an appreciable impact in radical circles.”

Perhaps it had an impact down here in Slimbridge. Perhaps a Digger experiment here, was, as Nigel Costley suggested, ‘brutally suppressed.’  Perhaps there might be a record somewhere in the Berkeley archives. Perhaps there isn’t.

But perhaps no record survives anywhere because this Digger experiment was more performative. A 17th century ‘happening’. A short-lived carnival of misrule possibilities to show how the world could be turned upside down. Which is what we are doing today: ‘it is evident that the Digger experiment did have an appreciable impact in radical circles.’

 

Every Age Rewrites History

But not always textually

And perhaps we are contributing to a mythology

 

MYTHOLOGY: a quick google search: ‘A mythology is a collection of myths or stories about a specific person, culture, religion, or any group with shared beliefs.’ The as it were and so to speak common-sense definition is that ‘Most people don’t consider mythology to be entirely true, but they still take it seriously.’

A slightly loftier definition: ‘Myth is a genre of folklore consisting primarily of narratives that play a fundamental role in a society. For scholars, this is very different from the vernacular usage of the term “myth” that refers to a belief that is not true. Instead, the veracity of a myth is not a defining criterion.’

 

Talking of which, when we carried out a Slimbridge recce in late May, Bob spotted a poster pinned to a post:

 

Vale Friends of CRUK presents

A MURDER MYSTERY EVENING

In collaboration with Slimbridge Variety Showgroup

MURDER AT THE AGM

It is 1963 and the 40th anniversary of “Diggers” Allotment & Gardening Society.

The committee is making the AGM a celebration evening … it will be a night to remember!

Do come dressed in 1960s costume,

there will be a prize for the best dressed male and female.

Saturday 1 June 2024

7.30 pm at Slimbridge Village Hall

Tickets £15 to include Supper

 

 

ADDENDA:

Hello Stuart,

  1. I saw in Radical Stroud you are planning a walk to Slimbridge on July 2nd, to look for a Digger settlement. That sounds interesting! But what info do you already have about where it is, and what happened there? I live in Paganhill, Stroud, and im a fan of the Diggers but i never heard of this before. It would be useful to know what route and length you were envisaging this walk to be.

 

  1. Good morning Stuart,
    Apologies for the delay in getting back to you on this one. Our colleague kindly contacted the Slimbridge Local History Society and sent over the below and recommends that you speak to the Berkeley Castle Team. Do you have a contact for them? We can provide one if not.
  2. ‘I did come across this when researching a religious seal found on the Slimbridge Dig site, which was connected to Beckford Priory and probably lost here whilst visiting the Berkeley Minster area.
    There was a Digger Settlement in 1649 at St George’s Hill in Surrey and one here in Slimbridge – if this were on the site at WWT – I would expect it to be recorded within the Berkeley Castle Archives.
    Here is what I found when researching the seal – it’s in old English, but understandable when you get your eye in!

“I was a good pupile ande hearkened Ezekiel to make me learnne the Digger words of Gerard Winstanley offe by my hearte. I have them stille close bye me nowe by my bedde side. ‘Every one shall lookke upon each other as equalle in the creationne. We are all the sonnes and daughterres of Gode and Adame and Eve.’ ‘Governmente that gives liberty to the gentry to have all the earthe, and shutte out the poore commoners from enjoying any partte, ruling by tyrannical laws. This is the governmente of the Antichrist.’
Whenne I hearde that the Diggers had commenced the creationne of the rule of Godde with a commune at Slimbridge downe by the Severne, I made my waye alonge the Frome to reache the widde river and thence to Slimbridge. It was a welcome to meete with so manye fellowe Diggers. We tore down fences and enclosures so as to sow, till, ploughe and harveste in commone.
Just as the true borne leveller soldiers were shot down by Cromwell’s armie at the church in Burforde, so our Eden was to be laide waste bye his menne too.
I escaped with a bloddied heade ande made my waye to the Quakerres at Painswicke. Here I knewe I woulde receive succourre. The Grande Juryye of the Countyye spoke of our communitye as ‘Ranters, Levellers and atheists, undere the name of Quakerres’. This to uss was praise. I stayed some goode yeares there and witnessed the praiseworthie practicse of namelesse internmente. The beliefe was in equalityye in deathe as in life. We used noe titles. Alle were thou to a goodlye Quakkerre.

Esau Bingham”’

(My initial sense of exhilaration that we had nailed it was subsequently followed by a guilty sense of embarrassment when , shame-faced, I remembered that I had written this piece some ten years ago when playing around with documentary fiction …)

 

  1. ‘I have just checked the book “Frontiers of a Barony” which covers the history of the New Grounds, but there is no reference to the diggers.’

 

  1. Hi Stuart,

Thank you for contacting me and please accept my apologies for the slow response.

Please visit the Archives page of our website https://www.berkeley-castle.com/archives here you will find lots of helpful information / contacts / faq section, which will hopefully answer any questions you may have and further your research.

Kind regards,

Helen

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  1. Flooding in early modern England: Cultures of coping in Gloucestershire and Lincolnshire John Emrys Morgan’s PhD thesis University of Warwick has some interesting observations for us in our Slimbridge quest. He looks at areas like the fens and the eastern banks of the Severn which, in the 17th century, ‘were increasingly seen as places of potential profit’ whilst simultaneously and in opposition, ‘the challenges of agricultural production on floodplains’ generated ‘communal action’. And in this Slimbridge context, John Smyth appears again; this time as regards warths (‘lands that lie directly on the shore of a body of water’). He moans about warths “used as common pasture”, for then, they “yeild not the 5th part of their true value” and “drawe many poore people from other places, burden the township with beggerly Cotages, Inmates, and Alehouses, and idle people; where the greater part spend most of their daies in a lazy idleness and petite thieveries and fewe or none in profitable labour.”

Morgan pointed out how warth land on the upper Severn offered opportunities for seasonal grazing; whilst recurrent floods left clay deposits that helped the soil retain nutrients and so improve the grasslands for subsequent grazing. So, in general terms, warth lands were very much a liminal shapeshifting world; and using our Slimbridge lens, we can imagine the area from the Warth (on today’s OS map) running through the Wetlands Centre and on to the New Ground as a formerly liminal shapeshifting contestable landscape.

Here’s John Emrys Morgan again: ‘Warths that accreted naturally were often held in common, whereas deliberate attempts to create warths by “inning” or “warping” usually led to the resultant land being privately owned. “Warping” involved driving stakes into or erecting fence on the foreshore, so that at each inundation sediment would be retained and land would accrete faster.’

Disputation between privatisation and commonality seems to be a constant theme – and further local evidence for this comes just upstream from that elusive possible Digger settlement at Slimbridge and just afterwards too: Frampton, Saul and Fretherne in 1653. Surveyors examined 112 acres and reached the conclusion that if the lands were “improved” then rents could be increased nearly twentyfold.

Now all this improvement of land suggests improvement of pastoral rather than arable farming. But the Diggers and ambassadors, with their experimental innovations in the south and midlands, broadcast the planting of crops (with roofs over heads too) in their assertions of agrarian communism. Does that then argue against Slimbridge as our locale?

Not necessarily. As I have said elsewhere, perhaps the Digger settlement at Slimbridge was more performative.

Or perhaps the local Diggers at Slimbridge were following their long tradition of asserting communal grazing rights in the face of landlord encroachment. For example, the Slimbridge Warth (owned by the Berkeley Manor which had itself fought a suit against the Crown over land rights) had grown by 300 acres since the 13th century through ‘successive increments’ of reclamation. In 1596, a hundred tenants from Frampton and Slimbridge brought a case against ‘wealthy local yoeman’ at the Court of Chancery. The villagers had enjoyed rights of common on the warth since medieval times: at “all tymes and seasons of the yeare with all manner of Beasts at their pleasure.”

But we note that those same communities also ‘sought to restrict access to the landless’: in 1613, cottagers (who grazed sheep); those on rack-rents (lacking an annually determined rent), and lodgers faced exclusion. These are people at the bottom of the pile. This appears to be a contestable landscape throughout the social hierarchy: but with the poor at the bottom suffering the most, needless to say.

Morgan again: ‘David Rollinson has referred to early modern rural landscapes as “memory palaces”, in which certain places and landmarks were invested with meaning beyond their immediate practical utility or aesthetic qualities.’ Perhaps we are evoking that image and metaphor – turning the world upside down with a ‘memory palace’ for the lost and elusive Diggers of Slimbridge.

 

 

So, I almost conclude with a memory from childhood –

the tune from Bill and Ben:

‘Was it NEW GROUND,

Or was it WARTH,

Where the DIGGERS sallied forth,

Which one is it on our walk,

Was it NEW GROUND or was it WARTH?

It was both, children.

Or, children, it was it neither.’

 

So, what do we know and what do I know? I’m hardly an authority – just read a few books, talked to a few people, cycled out for two recces, and yet I have been asked to give a talk at the Gloucester Heritage Centre. What on earth would Prospero say? ‘We are such stuff As dreams are made on …’

 

 

Plot and Conspiracy!

A focus on anarchy within Gloucestershire collections

 

Saturday 7 September 2024, 1pm-4pm

 

 

 

Talk and film: [booking essential due to room capacity limits]

  • 15pm – The Digger Experiment in Gloucestershire: Was it at Slimbridge, 1649-50? by Stuart Butler of Radical Stroud

 

  • 30pm – Showing of the community film, ‘Days of Hope – the Chartists in Stroud’ introduced by John Bassett, of Spaniel in the Works Company

 

  • Document display of records relating to anarchy and insurrection taken from collections held at Gloucestershire Archives

 

  • Free refreshments throughout the afternoon.

 

  • Up in arms or hiding from trouble? Discover your personal heritage at the Gloucestershire Family History Resource Centre, open from 10am

 

[Main event starts at 1pm]

 

Booking essential for the talks. Heritage Hub, Clarence Row, Alvin Street, Gloucester GL1 3DW. Parking on-site.    For more information see our website at www.heritagehub.org.uk.

 

Now, for what will absolutely be my tautologically speaking, conclusion, for as T.S. Eliot said, “We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploration Will be to arrive at where we started. And know the place for the first time.”

 

Every Age Rewrites History

But not always textually

And the History may not even have been textual

To begin with tbh.

 

For even though my historical practice involves footpaths and footprints rather than footnotes, the thrust of this disquisition points at the necessity of research in the Berkeley archives. But what if nothing is there about the Slimbridge Diggers? Would that mean ‘End of Story’, as Louis Armstrong said at the end of High Society?

‘It aint necessarily so.’

Is it?

 

After the Civil War

At Slimbridge Waste
A ragged band of Diggers came to settle with good haste,
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace they said to dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common and to make the waste grounds grow
This Earth divided we will make whole so it will be a common treasury for all

The sin of property we do disdain
No-one has any right to buy and sell the Earth for private gain
By theft and murder they took the land
Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command
They make the laws to chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven or they damn us into hell
We will no worship the God they serve
The God of greed who feed the rich while poor women starve

We work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters or pay rent to the lords
We are free people, though we are poor
You Diggers all stand up for glory stand up now

But all has gone and disappeared
Even though the Diggers stood firm and upright without fear
Where were their cottages, where was their corn
They were dispersed but still the vision lingers on
You poor take courage you rich take care
This Earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share
All things in common, all people one
The Diggers’ heritage still lingers in this song.

So, when you walk by Severn’s grace

Make sure you visit what was Slimbridge Waste

And stand around and sing this song

All things in common and all the people one.

Another addendum:

Chas Townley September 2024: The Digger Movement 1649 Leslie S. A. Jones

1650: ‘In June there were serious riots at Slimbridge and Frampton … where “rude multitudes” were “levelling enclosures”.

 

Talk on the elusive Digger Slimbridge Settlement

 

Plot and Conspiracy!

A focus on anarchy within Gloucestershire collections

 

Saturday 7 September 2024, 1pm-4pm

 

 

 

Talk and film: [booking essential due to room capacity limits]

  • 1.15pm – The Digger Experiment in Gloucestershire: Was it at Slimbridge, 1649-50? by Stuart Butler of Radical Stroud

 

  • 3pm – Showing of the community film, ‘Days of Hope – the Chartists in Stroud’ introduced by John Bassett, of Spaniel in the Works Company

 

  • Document display of records relating to anarchy and insurrection taken from collections held at Gloucestershire Archives

 

  • Free refreshments throughout the afternoon.

 

  • Up in arms or hiding from trouble? Discover your personal heritage at the Gloucestershire Family History Resource Centre, open from 10am

 

[Main event starts at 1pm]

 

Booking essential for the talks. Heritage Hub, Clarence Row, Alvin Street, Gloucester GL1 3DW. Parking on-site.    For more information see our website at www.heritagehub.org.uk.

Child Labour Walk November 9

Child Labour in the Woollen Mills of the 1830s – November 9

5km one -way along the canal From Ebley Mill to Brimscombe Mill. Meet at Ebley Mill at 11am.
Refreshments are available from The Long Table (fingers crossed), The Ship Inn or The Felt Cafe.
Return by Bus 67 from Brimscombe or back along the canal. (Note new and improved bus timetable from 1 September).

Amidst agitation nationally for shorter working hours in the textile industry, scandals about children crippled and killed in the cotton mills and the extreme poverty of handloom weavers, government inquiries collected extensive data from clothiers and some workers in the wool industry of the Stroud Valleys on child labour, wages and working hours. Most started work
aged 9, but some as young as 6. Stops along the way will highlight the work that children did in the mills and how this changed during the 1830s. We might also want to consider how conditions here 200 years ago are matched nowadays in the clothing industry.

Contact js@shankleman.com for further information.

A People’s History of our Locality Chapter 2

A MISCELLLANY OF HISTORY

A TEXTUAL WEAVING OF A CABINET OF CURIOSITIES

A TEXTUAL SAMPLER

Chapter two

Hello Stuart

I haven’t forgotten about The Stroud Tapestry.

I still hope to add a section about John Gay, maltster, and his wife Anna Maria, turnpike gatekeeper, but thought I’d send you what I have completed so far, including some new paragraphs about the Harrison family – stonemasons.

Best wishes

Penny

 

 

In 1669, my 9 x great grandfather, Henry Gay of Stroud, married Judith Clissold, daughter of Thomas Clissold and Judith Clutterbuck.

 

The Clutterbucks were weavers

 

Weaving was then a cottage industry, with the continual clack of looms filling the air and whole families at work.  While wives were busy washing and drying fleeces, children sat patiently carding the wool into fluffy cocoons ready to be spun into yarn and dyed ready for weaving.  Husbands and fathers then set up the warp and worked the weft.  The huge looms, with heddles and shuttles always at the ready, would have filled a whole room in many a cramped honey-coloured Cotswold stone cottage. 

 

The Clissolds became mill owners

 

Stroud grew to be particularly famous for its scarlet cloth, used to make the red coats proudly worn by several British regiments, including the Grenadier and the Scots Guards.  The fields of the Five Valleys were festooned with lengths of bright broadcloth hung out on tenter hooks to be dried and stretched to the required width in the fresh air and sun.

 

By 1830, Stroud had become the centre of the clothing trade, with mills every few hundred yards on every river.  In the census of 1821, the parish had 7,097 inhabitants.

 

*     *     *

My 3 x great grandmother, Anna Maria Harrison, married John Gay (a direct descendant of Henry Gay and Judith Clissold) in Stroud, in 1813.

 

The Harrisons were stonemasons

 

In 1745, Anna Maria’s great grandfather, Thomas Harrison, acquired the lease of a stone quarry on Selsley Hill and many of the buildings still to be seen in Stroud today were built by Thomas’s grandsons and great grandsons. 

 

Following his first marriage in Stonehouse in 1785, Anna Maria’s father, Thomas Harrison, built a row of houses at Westrip, one of which became known as The Old Off Licence, and, after his second marriage in 1800, he set to work on building a stone cottage nearby, in Randwick. 

 

His four sons and three daughters, all born before 1800, would almost certainly have looked forward to taking part in the May Day Randwick Wap, when three large Gloucester Cheeses would be decked with flowers and carried in procession through the village.  After being blessed, these were rolled around the Church ‘mystically and anti-clockwise’ before being divided up and distributed amongst the villagers..  If the superstition held true, then eating a piece of cheese ensured fertility and therefore many future generations of ‘Runickers’ – the local name.

 

In the 1820s, while still a young man, Charles Harrison (Anna Maria’s older brother) built the row of houses known as Rowcroft in Stroud, and two of her younger brothers, Thomas and Henry are known to have worked on several buildings in Stonehouse during the middle years of the 19th century

The foundation stone of Stroud Subscription Rooms – built by Anna Maria’s eldest brother Charles Harrison, with the help of his Kings Stanley cousins, Daniel and George – was laid on the 9th March 1833 and the building was sufficiently completed by October 1834, when it was officially opened in the presence of 700 people.  At that time all three men were amongst the Harrison clan living in Stonehouse and Kings Stanley.  The final payment for the Subscription Rooms was made to builder Charles Harrison on the 29th January 1836.  Over the previous three years he had received a total of £2,721 10s.

 

In 1836, Daniel and George Harrison went on to build the Gothic-style Amberley Church.  More than twenty years later, George Harrison (possibly one of the next generation) would be working on the masonry of Selsley Church, completed in 1862. 

 

… And from 1879 until 1906 – more than 150 years after his ancestor, Thomas Harrison, had acquired the lease of a quarry on Selsley Hill – one of his great, great grandsons, Frederic, was still working as a stonemason in Kings Stanley.

 

*     *     *                                                   

John Gay (1792 – 1829), husband of Anna Maria (Harrison), was a maltster …

 

The reason he chose to take up the occupation of malt-making, when his father was a stonemason and his ancestors before that had been weavers, must surely be linked to the development of a new industry in Stroud at the time he was growing up.

 

The Stroud Brewery is said to have been founded in 1760 by Peter Leverage in a malthouse adjoining his house at Middle Lypiatt.  Leverage later went into partnership with Joseph Grazebrook and Henry Burgh, and in 1793 they acquired new premises for the business at the bottom of Rowcroft, in the lower part of the town.

 

The ready supply of good water was key to its success and this site, at the heart of local rivers and streams and near the recently-completed Stroudwater Canal was ideal, both in terms of the brewing process – and then, when the business expanded (and before the building of the railway in 1845), as an early solution to the important question of transportation.

 

The coming of Stroud Brewery at a time when the cloth industry was about to enter a decline proved to be a significant factor in the town’s continued growth.  Many were employed in the brewing process itself, but there was clearly also a good living to be found in malt-making.

 

In 1822, there were no fewer than eight malsters in Stroud and one of them was certainly John Gay, who lived in Lower Street.

 

But in September 1829, John Gay died, leaving his widow with seven sons to care for.

 

*     *     *

Following her husband’s death, his widow, Anna Maria Gay (1789 – 1854), became a turnpike gatekeeper at the Bourne Tollhouse, near Brimscombe …

To begin with, when previously established highways became designated toll roads, the turnpike trusts either adapted existing cottages or built temporary shelters for ‘pikemen’.

 

By the early 1800s, with the introduction of completely new toll roads and a steady increase in traffic, it became clear that more permanent accommodation at the main turnpike gates was needed so that someone would be at the gate all day and night to collect the tolls.  It was also decided that, wherever possible, a tollhouse should be large enough to house a family, so that there was always someone to keep watch while the gatekeeper rested. The Bourne tollhouse would have been established in 1815 when the Stroud to Cirencester Turnpike Road was opened to the public.

 

In practical terms, Anna Maria Gay could not have found a job better suited to her needs.  It provided a very substantial roof over her head, reasonable accommodation for herself and her family, as well as an adequate wage.  And although it would have been a demanding and challenging twenty-four hour and seven-days-a-week job, it was work that could be carried out at home in conjunction with her chief role in life, which would surely have been caring for her sons. 

 

The 1841 census confirms that the Bourne tollhouse was then still occupied by Anna Maria Gay, then aged 52, her eldest son Leonard (25) and her two youngest sons, Matthew (13) and John (11).

 

But plans for a new railway had already been afoot for some time:–

 

‘And we are now in constant expectation,

That we shall someday have a Railway Station;

Which will, ’tis hop’d, improve the Borough trade,

And Stroud, the central town, must take the lead;

Then farewell horses, coaches, grooms, coach makers,

Inns, victualling houses, Turnpikes and toll takers;

For we shall fly by steam, with presto speed

A hundred miles and no refreshment need.’

 

From ‘Stroudwater’ by William Lawrence: 1843

Stroud’s local organist and music teacher

 

On Whit Monday, 12th May 1845, the new railway line between Swindon and Gloucester was officially opened.  There were four intermediate stations – Tetbury Road, Brimscombe, Stroud and Stonehouse, the station at Brimscombe being sited very near the Bourne tollhouse.

 

It would have been an historic day and it is not difficult to imagine that Anna Maria and several of her sons might have been there to watch in amazement as the train steamed along the embankment and over the bridge just in front of their tollhouse.  However, certainly by then, the turnpike house that had provided the family with a home and livelihood when it was most needed would have ceased to have a purpose.

 

A Newport Declamation

The Newport Rising of 1839

A Newport Declamation:

These are the women and men of Newport,

The charged and imprisoned;

We shall remember them.

Saint Leonard of Noblac,

Patron saint of prisoners,

Hear our roll call:

James Aust, Thomas Ball, John Batten, Richard Benfield, Thomas Bolton, Solomon Briton, John Britton, Charles Bucknell, Joseph Coales, John Charles, Dai ‘the Tinker’,

Thomas Davies, Thomas Davies, Thomas Davies, William Davies,

Isaac Davies, Edmund Edmunds, Samuel Etheridge, Evan Edwards,

Thomas Edwards, John Fisher; Edward Frost, John Frost, George George,

John Gibby, John (Job) Harries; Henry Harris, William Havard, Moses Horner, William Horner, Thomas Keys, William Jones, Thomas Lewis,

John Lewis Llewellin,

Thomas Llewellin, William Llewellin, John Lovell, Jack ‘the Fifer’,

Amy Meredith, James Meredith, James Moore,

Jenkin Morgan, Thomas Morgan, John Owen, John Partridge, Isaac Phillips, John Rees,

Benjamin Richards, Edmund Richards, Lewis Rowland,

William Shellard, George Tomlins (Thompson),

George Turner (also known as George Cole), Frederick Turner,

Charles Waters, David Williams, Ebenezer Williams, William Williams, Zephania Williams.

And at the going down of the sun,

And in the business of a Newport morning,

We shall also hear an echo

From the roll call of the dead:

Collier-men, Evan Davies and William Farraday

And Abraham Thomas,

Miners such as William Evans and John Morris,

Men of stout heart such as John Codd and David Davies,

And John Jonathan and William Griffiths,

Robert Lansdowne and Reece Meredith and William Williams,

And Isaac Thomas of Nantyglo,

And John, ‘the Roller’, of Nantyglo,

The tinker, David Morgan,

William, Aberdare,

Private Williams, deserter from the 29th Regiment of Foot,

And the carpenter,

John Davis, of Pontnewynydd,

And the cabinet-maker, young George Shell of Pontypool.

The crimes of these men and women as defined

By the time in which they lived included:

High Treason, Burglary, High Treason & Sedition, Being Illegally Armed, Making Bullets, Being Armed with Guns, Spears and Other Offensive Weapons, Unlawful Combination and Confederacy, Assault, Conspiracy and Riot, and Riotous Assembly.

The causes for which these men and women

 Suffered imprisonment, now constitute the law of the land.

The causes for which these men and women

Were imprisoned, transported,

Sentenced to death by hanging, drawing and quartering,

Also, now, constitute the law of the land –

Let the living answer the roll call of the dead.

 

 

 

About US 2024

 

STUART BUTLER

Poet, Performer, Writer, Walker, Teacher & Historian

Email: stuartbutler743@gmail.com

www.radicalstroud.co.uk

BOB FRY

Rural and urban flâneur. Psychogeographer & photographer.

JON SEAGRAVE AKA JONNY FLUFFYPUNK

Lo-fi performer, explorer and analogue fundamentalist. Has fathered two children and repaired a bicycle with a piece of kitchen cutlery.

http://www.jonnyfluffypunk.co.uk

Who are we and what do we do and how can you contact us?

We run Radical Stroud as a collective, with occasional monthly walks that are advertised here and on the Radical Stroud Facebook page. We encourage contributions and responses to the landscape in a variety of forms – although we do have some form of guiding principles. Such as:

Guiding Principles:

Thoughts derived from a reading of
Creating Memorials Building Identities The Politics of Memory in the Black Atlantic
(Alan Price Liverpool University Press 2012)

Doors of No Return

Historic, documented, liminal places,
Not gone with the wind, but both visible and invisible,
Spaces and places in the Stroudwater hills and valleys
With messages and mementoes from a riotous past,
Open doors to the truth –

A counter-narrative:

“A performative counter-narrative … a ‘guerrilla memory’”,
“Lieux de memoire, sites of history, torn away from the moment of history”
(Pierre Nora),
Memorialisation that moves beyond the empirical,
The documented, the evidenced and the historical,
To a counter-heritage, a counter-memorialisation…
For further reinterpretations,
And re-imaginings,
As we move art and monument
From object to process,
And from ‘noun to verb’,
As we create new museums of the past, present and future,
As we traverse the hedgerows of Psychogeography …

Or in a nutshell:

Performative Walking: Counter-Heritage

Beyond the Empirical:
Beyond the Documented:
Guerrilla Memorialisation.

My name is Stuart Butler: ‘Poet, Performer, Writer, Walker, Teacher & Historian’.

Email: stfc12@hotmail.com

www.radicalstroud.co.uk

www.facebook.com/stuart.butler.3511

www.twitter.com/StuartB18260154

Contributions for considered publication should be sent to stfc12@hotmail.com

DEBORAH ROBERTS

Photographer, designer and curator.

www.deborahroberts.biz

ANDREW BUDD

Shrodinger’s Explorer, knowing exactly where he is, but simultaneously lost. His main source of exercise being jumping to conclusions.

www.fredslattern.wordpress.com

www.andrewbudd.blogspot.com

www.justgiving.com/planetfrank

ROBIN TREEFELLOW

Poet, ambling antiquarian, writer, jam maker and explorer of England’s Anglo Saxon, Roman, Prehistoric and medieval past. He invokes the names of pagan deities to help his vegetables grow.

www.stroudwalking.wordpress.com

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