Poulton-le-Fylde, Our New Surroundings

We moved house earlier this year, prompting cries of "Never again!" We've not moved far in terms of distance, but have moved out of Blackpool Borough and into Wyre Borough, in Poulton-le-Fylde.

I'm not giving up the bispham2 email address though. After some 25 years, I'm sure people who email me will have got used to that address by now! Anyway, we've had a few sunny days recently and I ventured out with the camera. The walk into the town centre takes us about 20 minutes.

The town centre is wonderful.. It has a row of old reminders of the past. The stocks, a Jacobean pillar, the "fish stones" - left over from ancient market days, a whipping post - not used these days, and a lamp standard commemorating Queen Victoria's Jubilee.

A closer look at the fish stones and whipping post. Poulton is close to the River Wyre and was a major port in the old days before Fleetwood was built. The whipping post has probably seen its fair share of scurvy knaves in more colourful days!

The parish church of St Chad. The churchyard is best seen in spring when crocuses and daffodils abound. It has its origins in a church on the site dating back at least to 1094 when it was first mentioned in records and quite possibly it predated the coming of William the Conqueror. There are traces of the old church in the structure, but most of what we see is no earlier than the 17th century and a major restoration a century later. Other work was undertaken in the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries.

The main roads of the town centre surround the church in a square, two sides of it being a one-way system. An old road used to bisect the square but half of it is now pedestrianised and the section with the antiquities seen earlier is now reserved for loading and drop-offs.

There are a couple of old pubs and many more recent ones. The Golden Ball is most likely from the 18th century with two other old pubs in the town being The Thatched House which is thatched no longer and dates from the 1790s and the Ship Inn, now The Cube which dates from the 1800s.

The road out of Poulton towards Carleton which has its own interesting ye olde stories, including one involving the Fylde witch, Meg Shelton. But more of her another time. Up along these ways, but well out of shot here, lie the new Burke Towers...

Colne's Stocks on Wheels

In March 1985 I was trundling around East Lancashire looking for a few curiosities I had read about in Arthur Mee's wonderful series of books The King's England.

Each county had its own book - and they were slightly different counties when the books were written in the 1930s. Westmorland and Cumberland, Rutland and perhaps a couple more were still to be found on a map of England. Other modern county or administrative names such as Merseyside or Greater Manchester were absent. Both Manchester and Liverpool, as well as Windermere, were to be found in Lancashire.

Anyway, I wasn't in any of those places, I was in Colne. You hardly ever hear the name on its own. It's normally the final part of a string - "Burnley, Nelson and Colne"! But Colne had something exciting to show me that day in 1985.

In the churchyard, protected by a slate roof on a timber frame, were a set of stocks mounted on a little cart on metal wheels.

There's not a lot to say about them except that I have never ever come across another set of stocks like them. They would have been dragged round to the local markets so that miscreants could be imprisoned in them for people to mock or throw things at. Stocks were therefore a less harsh punishment than the pillory where the head and hands are shackled, making it impossible to protect the face.

I went back to Colne not all that long after these were taken, hoping to take colour photos in better weather, but the stocks had disappeared. What a shame.

A Line of Curiosities

I'm soon going to have to move onto something else. The black and white negatives I took in 1981 are almost inexhaustible! I'm into October now (but have been for a while) and whilst there's some good memories to be had there, I need to start seeing things in colour again for a bit!

Taken 21 October 1981 - but all still there for the taking in colour - in the Lancashire town of Poulton-le-Fylde, near Blackpool, there is an extraordinary line of old and curious things all with stories to tell of bygone ways of life. The stocks were a cheap method of punishment where miscreants and law breakers were pinioned by the legs on market days where they could be pelted with rotten vegetables (or rocks, depending on how vindictive you were feeling). At least in the stocks you could defend your face with your arms. The pillory, which pinioned arms and head was a much harsher punishment, not in itself but in the damage caused by missiles! The market cross behind the stocks is set on a Jacobean pillar mounted upon steps. The stone table affair behind the market cross is the "fish-stones", where bartering for goods took place.

Behind those is a whipping post where people were publicly flogged. We talk of poverty these days forgetting that people throughout history in this country knew that if a harvest failed then they were likely to starve to death. Stealing food was a serious crime in such times. People were as likely to be deported to Australia or hanged as they were to be flogged for stealing a loaf of bread. Deportation meant being chained in a crowded ship's hold for months on end, sitting, sleeping in your own and everyone else's filth and amongst those who had died on the way. Happy times... Luckily for the crims, Human Rights ensures that these days it's only the innocent who have to suffer...

In 1981 the village centre was still open to traffic. This road was later returned to a cobbled surface and pedestrianised. Once we get some sunshine again I will go and retake these in colour!

Stow-On-The-Wold

It's 3 June 1994 and the trip starts, as any self-respecting trip to the Cotswolds starts, at Stow-On-The-Wold.

Lots of villages in the Cotswolds have a string of hyphenated words as a name. Apart from Stow-On-The-Wold, there's Moreton-On-The-Marsh, Foot-In-The-Cowplat, Nettle-Sting-Behind-The-Knee and of course, Bourton-On-The-Water. At least one of those actually exists and we'll end up there later because Stow-On-The-Wold has no Guest-Houses-With-Vacancies...

So, the Cotswolds then... An area of outstanding beauty and lots of quaint little villages whose buildings are almost all unique rather than a collection of the same design. Lots of them have given firms of modellers and ceramics like Lilliput Lane a rich source for their catalogue and Miss Franny has at least half of the Cotswolds, modelled in miniature, taking up 53 display cabinets, friends' lofts and stuck upside down on the ceiling as we got ever more desperate for space to put them!

However, back then in 1994 she didn't have any and holidays and shopping trips were spent trying to drag her away from shop window displays, bottom lip stuck out and an accusatory finger pointing at the examples in the shop with the words "Want to start collecting them!" ringing in my ears. Yes dear, of course... wouldn't you rather have another guitar? No? Why not try one to make sure?

Ah thank you lads - see I knew if I waited long enough you'd get fed up of making V-signs... The market cross was minus its cross from the top of the post that weekend. Must have been being cleaned or something...

For some reason or other, both Miss Franny and daughter Gill were reluctant to enter into the spirit of things by trying out the stocks properly...

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