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Friday, May 20, 2022

Road to Home 2022 Day 5: Firbeck - Worksop

 20 km

Keep your chin up

- sign at the Station Hotel in Worksop

Firbeck felt like the perfect place to stop walking yesterday, but it was not so easy to get back there to start walking again today, seeing as I had gone back to Conisbrough for the night. It took three buses to get back to Firbeck, taking me round three sides of a sort of lop-sided square of which my trail was the fourth, direct side! 

Walking route in light blue, buses... all the other colours! 



But I didn't mind because it was a good way to see some more of the area without walking, for a change! And the truth is, I had been dying to take a double-decker bus ever since I arrived in England! 😁

Between buses 2 and 3 I sat outside a bakery in Dinnington, drinking coffee and eating a flapjack (a sugary traditional British version of the granola bar) and watching the city awaken, as the shops began to open and teenagers made their way to school, looking swish in their school uniform of black suits, white shirts and ties. 




Early batch of Jubilee cupcakes in the bakery in Dinnington 

The third and final bus deposited me in front of the church of St. Martin in Firbeck, a fine church which was, like so many I have seen, closed. 

This is partly for security reasons and also an effect of the pandemic :  churches are just beginning to go back to their regular functioning now. But the next church I stopped at, in the pretty little village of Carlton, was open, and very lively: three people, plus the vicar, were busy decorating and preparing for a busy weekend with three weddings and two christenings on the programme! 










The ceiling bosses are particularly interesting


Altar supposedly containing a relic of St. Thomas à Beckett... Sealed into the stone with lead

St. John's Church in Carlton dates back to Saxon times: around the year 900. The wooden ceiling had to be replaced in 1936 as it was infested with death watch beetle, but the colourful medieval bosses bearing the symbols of important local families were preserved. The church has a special connection with Canterbury, and is thought to have been a pilgrimage destination in its own right, because a stone altar at the top of the left nave is said to contain a relic of St. Thomas à Beckett, sealed into the stone with a lead seal.

I looked around, said a prayer of thanks, chatted with the friendly decorating team, signed the guest book and asked the vicar to certify my passage on my pilgrim passport before proceeding on my way. 

Today's walk, like yesterday's, was very green, through farmers' fields, past cows, sheep and horses, and through or over a variety of gates and stiles. 




"This section may be boggy" said the trail description... 

How to get over the wall 


... and the fence




These cows must be the ones that make chocolate milk

At Osberton Lock I joined the Chesterfield Canal, built in 1777 to export coal, limestone, and lead from Derbyshire, iron from Chesterfield, and corn, deals, timber, groceries and general merchandise into Derbyshire.













I walked the tow path the rest of the way to Worksop, a town of about 40,000 people on the northern edge of Sherwood Forest. The name Worksop is believed to be of Anglo Saxon origin, deriving from a personal name 'We(o)rc' combined with the Anglo-Saxon placename element 'hop' (valley).

Here I am housed in the Station Hotel, built as the station coach house when the railway came to town in 1849.








That's a lot of potatoes!! 


Thursday, May 19, 2022

Road to Home 2022 Day 4: Conisbrough - Firbeck

17.5 km

Today was a "half rest day": I took the morning off walking to visit Conisbrough. 

The name Conisbrough comes from the Old English Cyningesburh (first recorded c. 1000) meaning "king's stronghold" or "king's fortified place", presumably a reference to Conisbrough Castle, famous as the inspiration for “Coningsburgh Castle” in Sir Walter Scott’s novel Ivanhoe.  The castle was initially built in the 11th century by William de Warenne, the Earl of Surrey, following the Norman conquest of England in 1066. Hamelin Plantagenet, the illegitimate brother of Henry II, acquired the property by marriage in the late 12th century; Hamelin and his son William rebuilt the castle in stone, including its prominent 28-metre-high keep, and the castle remained in his family into the 14th century. By the 16th century it had fallen into ruin, its outer walls affected by subsidence.

Conisbrough Castle was the first castle I ever saw as a child, and it set the standard by which I have unconsciously judged all castles ever since! I was surprised to read that its octagonal keep is "unusual in shape": in my mind, any castle that doesn't look like this one is just not a proper castle! As a child I was obsessed with everything medieval, constantly reading and re-reading The Lord of the Rings and the Chronicles of Narnia... So you can imagine what an impression Conisbrough Castle made on me whenever I came over from Prince George (Canada), where there are no buildings more than, say, fifty years old! 

Today it did not disappoint. Everything was as I remembered it, except that the middle floors of wood have been replaced and the figures of various inhabitants are projected on the walls, explaining how things used to be. 





 
Before the castle, I visited the village church, another great wonder to me when I used to come to the village as a child. And I was right to be impressed, because it is believed to be the oldest building in southern Yorkshire, and one of the oldest churches in the UK, with parts dating back to at least the year 750! The remains of a stone cross from this period still stand in the churchyard. 






Norman grave cover




The aisles, chancel arch and south door were added in the 12th century; further additions were made in the 14th century, and the tower was refaced and the windows completed in the 15th century. (Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conisbrough) 

The last time I was in St. Peter's Church was for my grandmother’s funeral in 1994. 

Today I was very lucky to be able to see it, as it has been kept closed and locked since the pandemic began. As I was wondering whom I could ask to let me in, a lady came over with the keys. She only needed to get something for a meeting in the parish hall across the way, but she kindly let me in and showed me around the church. 

With these two historic treasures, the town of Conisbrough deserves more visitors than it gets! One would think two such prominent national monuments would provide sufficient incentive for tourism to revive the local economy, now that the era of coal mining is over. But unfortunately there are still plenty of boarded-up shops in the town centre, forty years after the mine closures. 

My Grandad was a miner, but he was already retired when the mines closed. Retired early due to poor health, from spending his days down the mine. When I was small, he used to take us up the Castle. The next time we came over from Canada, he would take us to the bottom but he wouldn't go up the stairs. And the time after that he wouldn't go out at all, but stayed at home with his oxygen tanks on hand. 

After the Castle and the church, I had one more "historic" site to visit on my pilgrimage to Conisbrough: the house where my grandparents lived. 

Palm tree is new - result of global warming perhaps?? 😅🌴

After a short break in my hotel room upstairs from the pub, in the afternoon I walked 13 km to the village of Maltby, and then two more to the ruins of Roche Abbey, and another two to the Black Lion pub in Firbeck. 




Follow the yellow grass road

Crossing a potato field 







Roche Abbey - must have been magnificent! 

The Black Lion at Firbeck


From here a kind man gave me a lift to Maltby, where I could catch a bus back to my hotel in Conisbrough. 

The Lord Conyers is a fine establishment, providing me with a small but clean and comfortable room, with a somewhat tropical climate: the heating in my room seems to be stuck at ON - low, fortunately, so I solved the problem by removing the quilt from the bed and drying my laundry on the warm radiator.  Similarly, the shower dispenses hot water only - unmixed with cold: the British still haven't quite got the hang of blending hot and cold water in a single stream!! 😂






The mixer tap is still unknown on this side of the Channel 

I wonder if the same applies to hiking boots? 🤔


Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Road to Home 2022 Day 3: Cudworth - Wath-upon-Dearne - Bolton-upon-Dearne - Conisbrough

37 km 

(including wandering about Wath and detour to Bolton) 


I am a miner
Come walk with me
Today, tomorrow, eternity. 

- Monument to the miner by the bus stop outside my hotel in Cudworth 


The miner I walked with today was my Great-Grandad, John Limer (born on November 2, 1887 at 25 Midland Terrace Wath on Dearne, died July 7, 1916 near Thiepval, France). 

My great-grandfather, John Limer

Today St. Bernard's Way and the Trans-Pennine Trail took me to the birthplaces of my great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my mother! 

From my hotel in Cudworth, I returned to the trail at Monk Bretton, taking a brief detour to visit the ruins of the Abbey. It may come as a surprise to my readers in Italy that practically all the English monasteries and abbeys are in ruin, as Henry VIII had them all closed, perceiving them as a threat to the power of royalty. 

A beautiful morning in Monk Bretton 





The decaying abbeys are nonetheless surrounded by fences and locked gates, to keep people from getting up to no good among the ruins,  I suppose. In some you even have to pay admission. This one was free, but still closed at this hour of the morning, so I took a look through the fence and then returned to the trail. 

In just under ten kilometres I came to Manvers Lake. It's hard to believe that this recreational area, packed with boaters, windsurfers, golfers, people out walking their dogs and schoolchildren on a field trip observing the swans was once the grimy, smoky colliery (= coal mine) where my Great-Grandad spent so much of his short life.


Wath Main Colliery, 1910 - at the time my great-grandfather worked there




The same place, today

Memorial to the miners outside the golf club now located on the former mine site
 
It's not a spelling mistake - Wath Mainers are the miners who worked at Wath Main


I left the trail and proceeded into the village, to the monument to the fallen in the First World War outside the church of All Saints, where I spotted my great-grandfather's name at the bottom of the first column. 








From here I proceeded to the cemetery, but it was much bigger than I had imagined and though I wandered about for some time, I failed to find any names related to the family. Coal mining families probably could not afford fancy marble headstones and a place for all eternity in the graveyard. I thought I might at least find my great-grandmother, who lived to be over a hundred and died in the early '90's, but then again, she may well have been cremated. 



Walking about between the graves was unnerving because the ground was very uneven, so that I continually felt as though I was stumbling, and I couldn't help thinking about why it was that way... After a while I gave up and headed back into the centre of the village centre in seek of sustenance, as my stomach was demanding a return to the world of the living. 

There was a small market going on in the town square, making it hard to photograph because of all the parked vans of the market stall owners and all the people lining up for the jacket potato food truck. (Do they call them food lorries here??) But there was also an indoor market which advertised an upstairs café, and I went in, remembering from my days in London that these were generally places where you could get very simple, traditional English fare very cheap. 





And in fact £4.50 bought me a sandwich, salad and a giant bowl of apple and rhubarb crumble smothered in piping hot custard! 

When I went up to the counter to pay for my meal the older of the two ladies serving asked where I was from, which led to an explanation of why I was there, and I took advantage of the occasion to ask if she might know where Midland Terrace would have been. This is the street my great-grandparents lived on, and it no longer exists. 

As a result of my enquiry, the man at the table next to mine, the lady behind the counter and the fruit-seller in the market downstairs were all soon peering at the old photograph I had downloaded onto my phone from the Wath Upon Dearne Facebook page, showing Midland Terrace flooded in 1933. (Presumably that was the only time anyone ever bothered to take a photograph of it.) 


Midland Terrace, flooded in 1933

On the basis of clues in the photograph (the railway line, the tunnel under it, the presence of a body of water capable of flooding...), it was determined that Midland Terrace probably stood more or less where the present-day Tesco's supermarket parking lot is located. 



An inglorious end for what was an inglorious block of terraced brick coal miners' houses! But of great historical significance to my family. The address keeps cropping up on birth, marriage and death certificates of the early 1900's.

After passing through the Tesco's parking lot, walking along Moor Road I asked some men sitting outside the community centre the same question. I should have asked them first, on my way into the village, because they were able to tell me who would know all about the history of Wath! They also knew where the old train stations (yes, plural!) used to be, and the canal that was used to transport coal on barges even before the days of the railroad. 

But none of these remain today, and so we could only speculate on the exact location of my ancestors' home. 

I took up the Trans-Pennine Trail again and was soon in Bolton, where I took another brief detour to the address of the house where my mother was born. However the present house is a bungalow of more recent construction. So much has changed around these parts! 

My grandparents in Bolton, with my Mum as a baby. My Grandad was very dashing in those days! 


A historical note 

Wath upon Dearne

The town of Wath upon Dearne can be traced back to Norman times. It appears in the 1086 Domesday Book as Wad and Waith; the name has been linked to the Latin vadum and the Old Norse vath, meaning “ford” or wading place; and in fact just north of the town was a ford across the River Dearne.The town received a Royal Charter in 1312–1313 entitling it to a weekly Tuesday market and an annual two-day fair. It remained for some centuries a rural settlement at the junction of the old Doncaster–Barnsley and Rotherham–Pontefract roads.

In 1870-72, John Marius Wilson's Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales described Wath upon Dearne as follows:

WATH-UPON-DEARNE, a small town, a township, and a sub-district, in Rotherham district, and a parish partly also in Barnsley district, W. R. Yorkshire. The town stands near the Dearne and Dove canal, and near the Midland and the South Yorkshire railways, 6 miles N of Rotherham; occupies a pleasant eminence; and has a post-office under Rotherham, two railway stations, a hotel, a mechanics' institute, and a fair on 24 Nov. The township comprises 1,687 acres. Real property, £40,738; of which £35,043 are in railways, and £60 in gasworks. Pop. in 1851, 1,495; in 1861, 1,690. Houses, 353. The manor belongs to Earl Fitzwilliam. W. Hall is the seat of W. A. Earnshaw, Esq.; and Cross House, of W. Cadman, Esq. There are collieries, iron-works, potteries, and quarries... The church is ancient but good, and has a tower and spire. 

-   GB Historical GIS / University of Portsmouth, History of Wath upon Dearne, in Rotherham and West Riding | Map and description, A Vision of Britain through Time. URL: http://www.visionofbritain.org.uk/place/1096


Coal Mining in Wath

The town lies over the South Yorkshire coalfield, where high-quality bituminous coal was dug from outcrops and near-surface seams in primitive bell pits for several centuries. Several high-grade seams are close to the surface, including the prolific Barnsley and Parkgate. The rising demand for coal arose from rapid local industrialisation in the 19th and early 20th century. The population swelled and local infrastructure developed round the coal-mining, but this reliance on one industry led to future problems.

The Dearne and Dove Canal was opened in stages from 1798 to 1804 to access the collieries on the south side of the Dearne Valley. It passed through the town on an embankment just north of the High Street and then turned north into the valley: this wide section was known locally as the "Bay of Biscay". The canal closed in 1961 after many years of disuse and poor repair; much of the canal line has since been used for roads, one of them called Biscay Way.

Rail took over coal transportation from the canal, and Wath upon Dearne became a rail-freight centre of national importance. Wath marshalling yard, built north of the town in 1907, was one of the biggest and for its time one of the most modern railway marshalling yards in the country, as one of the eastern ends of the trans-Pennine Manchester–Sheffield–Wath electrified railway (also known as the Woodhead Line), a project that spanned the Second World War and partly responded to the need to move large amounts of Wath coal to customers in North-West England.

By the 20th century, heavy industry was evident, with many large collieries such as Wath Main and Manvers Main. After the Second World War, the collieries clustered around Manvers developed into a complex, also covering coal preparation, coal products and a coking plant, which was not only visible, but polluted the air for miles around.

Manvers Colliery


The local coal industry succumbed to the dramatic decline in the British coal-mining industry precipitated by a change in government economic policy under the Thatcher government in the early 1980s, also affecting subsidiary local industries and causing much hardship in the town.

The 1985 miners' strike was sparked by the impending closure of Cortonwood Colliery in Brampton Bierlow, a neighbouring village considered part of Wath. Wath, and the whole of the Dearne Valley, was classified as an impoverished area and received public money, including European funds. These were put to regenerating the area from the mid-1990s onwards, causing a degree of economic revival. The area became more rural once again, as land to the north of the town once used by collieries and marshalling yards was returned to scrubland and countryside, dotted with light industrial and commercial office parks built over what was considered “brownfield land”.

Today, Wath is still emerging from the collapse of the coal industry, although jobs and some low-level affluence have returned to the area as distribution warehouses have opened in the area and new housing developments have been constructed over former mine sites.

Sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wath_upon_Dearne

https://wath-on-dearne.com/wathondearne/

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And a personal note

I wish to dedicate this walk to the memory of my great-grandfather, the miner who walks with me: Corporal John Limer of Wath on Dearne, who perished in battle in France on 7 July 1916, at the age of 28.

Today I visited his birthplace; when I continue St. Bernard's Way following the Via Francigena in France, I will visit his grave. 

And I also dedicate this walk to his first wife, Eliza Markham. Her name does not appear on any commemorative plaque, and she has been long-forgotten. All I know is that she died in childbirth in 1906, at the age of 19.