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THE MARTINEAU FAMILY

Gaston Martineau was a Frenchman who arrived in Norwich in the year 1686; he was a surgeon from Dieppe. The year before king Louis XIV had revoked the Edict of Nantes; this enlightened piece of legislation had been promulgated in France under king Henri IV in 1598. This king had been brought up a protestant himself, but had been forced to convert to Catholicism to inherit the throne of France. The Edict of Nantes allowed French Calvinists (Huguenots) a degree of protection from persecution. The removal of this protection caused many French Protestants, including  Gaston Martineau, to emigrate across the English Channel; many ended up in Norwich. There was already a sizeable presence of continental Calvinists in Norwich, principally Flemish weavers, who had been migrating since the 16th century. Flanders was then part of the Spanish Netherlands, and the Spanish court was not as accommodating as the French court had been until 1685.

Woods near Norwich (John Crome)

Well over a quarter of the population of Norwich was made up of these ‘Strangers’ (as the continental Protestants were called) at one time. Many Huguenots worshipped in French in their own church, which had been granted to them by the City Corporation, but the Martineaus soon converted to Unitarianism and some became Anglicans. One of Gaston’s great grandsons was called Philip and he was also a surgeon. Philip Meadows Martineau (1752–1829) it was who bought Bracondale Woods just outside Norwich City Walls, where his elegant residence Bracondale House was built. The House was demolished in the 1960s and County Hall was erected on the site. The connection with the Martineau family is remembered in the name Martineau Lane, now part of Norwich Ring Road. The original lane was just that, a narrow country lane, part of which was left as a tree-lined footpath when the new Ring Road was built to the north. From the lane one used to be able to see Bracondale House displayed against the trees.

Philip’s brother Thomas went into the textile trade as a manufacturer. One of his daughters was Harriet, and although he married in Northumbria she was born in Norwich in 1802. She was a famous 19th century writer.  As a young woman she moved to London where she became something of a literary lion. She spent some time in the United States and on her return to England she wrote some critical comments on the American attitude to slavery and the poverty of female education in America. Her writings extended from historical romances to political economy. She moved to the Lake District during the latter part of her life; she supported herself out of the proceeds of her writing, which was highly unusual for a woman of the time. Her philosophical disposition was favourable to the evolutionary theory of Charles Darwin; at an earlier period in her life there was even the suggestion that she would marry into the Darwin family. A period of serious illness led her to a life of celibacy instead.

Meanwhile other members of the family had become established in Birmingham. From 1846 five Martineaus have been Lord Mayor of Birmingham, the most recent in 1986. The Martineaus were related by marriage to the Birmingham dynasty of politicians, the Chamberlains. Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain was one of their number. It was revealed in 2014 that Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, is descended from the Martineaus. Her ancestor Elizabeth Martineau was elder sister to Harriet, and  so Prince George also is directly related Gaston Martineau.  The Martineau bloodline has in this way reached the very highest status in the land.

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GREAT UNCLE ALFRED

PRIVATE MASON No. 49919

ALFRED MASON

Alfred John Mason was born on January 3rd 1898. He was one of the ten children of Charles Mason who survived beyond infancy. He was the second child (of five) his mother Alice had with Charles; she was his second wife. Alfred grew up at 25 Russell Terrace in Trowse, a village just outside Norwich. Like his brothers and sisters he was educated at the village school. On leaving at the age of fourteen he worked in the mustard mill at Colman’s Carrow Works where his father and eldest brother were also employed.

When the First World War broke out two years later he was too young to enlist, but as soon as he was old enough he enrolled in the army. He was kept in England as in 1915 (aged just seventeen) he was still too young to fight, and so he was trained in the Royal Army Medical Corps. After basic training he was transferred to the Service Corps in 1916 and deployed to France. He finally made it to a front line fighting unit, the 6th Battalion the Lincolnshire Regiment. This Battalion had been formed in 1914 and after serving in Gallipoli and Egypt they returned to France in July 1916, where Alfred joined them in 1917. After fighting for months in France he had returned to Trowse on leave in September 1918. During his stay he took the opportunity of visiting old friends and colleagues at the mustard mill. His smart military appearance and his concern for the goings on back home made a definite impression on the workers he met.

In Northern France, at the end of October 1918 his Battalion were in training at

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Trowse chuchyard

Valenciennes, but with just two hours notice they were ordered to the front line. On the 1st of November their fellow combatants in the 9th Battalion the Sherwood Foresters were ordered into battle, with Alfred and his unit held in reserve. On the 4th the Foresters made a successful attack on the hill at Sebourg with the Lincolnshires in support. On the sixth the Lincolnshires experienced some resistance from the enemy, but on the seventh the Germans were forced back; they were in retreat and disarray, and the war was rapidly coming to an end. However Alfred Mason had already been hit by shrapnel, and on the 3rd of November 1918 he had died of his wounds. By a cruel irony he was the only member of his Regiment to be injured by that shell blast. A week later the Armistice was signed on the 11th November to general rejoicing back home in Norwich, and many people thronged the market place. Alfred’s sister Edith met her future husband on that happy occasion. At the family home in Trowse this delight turned to despair three days later when the news of Alfred’s death arrived. His oldest brother was 38 and his youngest sister was only 11 at the time of his death. It was a very cruel circumstance that he so nearly survived the war.

He was buried at the St Vaast cemetery near Cambrai. There are 45 graves of British soldiers in this military extension to the communal cemetery; for much of the war this village was in German hands. Compiègne were the Armistice was signed is about half way between Valenciennes, where Alfred died, and Paris. Cambrai, where his body lies, is between Valenciennes and Compiègne. In 2014 on the hundredth anniversary of the outbreak of the Great War a display was mounted in Trowse church, with details of the twenty one villagers who gave their lives in the conflict. A photograph of Alfred Mason was among them, and two of his nieces attended the exhibition.

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THE ENGLISH LANDSCAPE

South Devon

It is the sheer variety of the English landscape that fascinates me. France and Germany have varied landscapes too, but they are larger countries. We in England have such diversity crowded into our small land.

I contrast the picturesque beauty of Kent (the Garden of England) with the featureless expanses of the French scene just across the English Channel.  I regard this division as emblematic of the charm of the English landscape. There are beautiful parts of France, but these do not include the land around Calais.

I am sure you know what I mean, but to demonstrate this let me take you on a virtual tour of the country. We will start near the centre of England, where the Grand Union Canal makes its leisurely way through rural pastures. From there we pass across the verdant Cotswolds, the Malverns and the Mendip Hills to the bleak grandeur of Devon’s Exmoor and Dartmoor. The rocky cliffs of North Cornwall stand against the Atlantic rollers that frequently pound the coast. Returning through Dorset there are the marvellous sweeping green headlands and crumbling Jurassic cliffs that meet the English Channel. The North is a combination of moors and dales where livestock graze the landscape; further south the lower lying fields of Lincolnshire and Norfolk are the bread basket of the country, with acres of arable land punctuated by commons, streams and woodlands. Finally in the North West are the majestic mountains and still waters of the Lake District.

There is little countryside in England that could be described as boring.  In contest to the interest of England Canada has vast tracts of snowy wastes to the north; there you experience a brief summer, but the vanishing snow and ice only reveal scrubby grass, firs, myriads of flies and no people. The shifting sands of Arabia consist of dunes and hills but no greenery, apart from the occasional oasis. In England the wide expanses fertile but flat lands where the watery Fens have been reclaimed by ingenious Dutch drainage experts might appear a bit dull, were it not for the towns such as Wisbech and Ely that provide such beautiful relief.

The mountains in England do not provide the spectacular crags that those of Scotland and Wales do, let alone the majesty of the Alpine peaks. Grass rather than snow graces their summits for most of the year. Nature has smiled on us, and the great variety of our geology gave our island people a head start in the push to modernity. All around our shores ports flourished as first canals and then railways connected the inland regions of England with an avid export market.

Coal mines blighted many areas of the landscape, but most of the activity took place underground and out of sight. Lead and tin mines were places of early industrial hardship, but have left behind the picturesque ruins of pumping stations on the Cornish coast. At regular intervals the cathedral cities from Canterbury to York, Wells to Lincoln and Salisbury to Durham provide centres of elegant restraint. The people of England have grown to resemble their landscape; industrious, various but accommodating and friendly; so at least I like to imagine.

Surrounding it all is the sea, that greatest boon to the country. This scenic backdrop to the countryside provides us with a bulwark against foreign invaders, an ocean highway to the wider world, a food resource in the form of fish, a place for the production of green energy from the winds and (maybe) tides.

There is so much to be grateful for in the landscape of England. Let us try to preserve it.

JOSEPH MASON

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MARGERY KEMPE

‘This creature, when Our Lord had forgiven her her sin . . . had a desire to see those places where He was born . . . and where He died . . .’ This passage sums up the Book of Margery Kempe. She is forever seeking forgiveness for her sins, but rather annoyingly she never tells us what those sins were. From her earlier life we may take it that they concerned thoughts of a sexual nature. Once the sins were out of the way, her mind turned to thoughts of travel. It could be to Canterbury, or York,  or further to Rome and Jerusalem. No modern-day tourist could have a more packed itinerary, given the necessary restrictions of the time -the early fifteenth century. For some reason, among all these journeys she undertook, she frequently fell into fits of weeping, though what so seasoned a traveller could have had to weep about is not entirely clear.

As you might have guessed, it is easy to find Margery Kempe a little tiresome at times, but if you step back from her privileged prayerfulness and concentrate on what she reveals of the history of her period, the Book of Margery Kempe is fascinating. Coaches were unsprung affairs in the Middle Ages, and roads were miry and rutted, so travel by wheeled transport was uncomfortable. If you had a heavy load to carry you had to use an ox-cart, but otherwise the poor walked everywhere while the wealthy went on horseback. The distances involved could be staggering.  For the more far-off destinations going by ship was unavoidable, for at least part of the way. This had its advantages as well as its drawbacks; the passengers had no option but to sit back and enjoy the ride (if possible), either in the open air or below decks; on the other hand the waves could make the passage not only rough but perilous, for the small ships then in use. You could easily endure seas sickness, or even end up drowned.

With the choice of going by car or train it is quite a trip for me to go from Norwich to Ipswich, but without such modern means of transport Margery thought nothing of going there to see her daughter-in-law off en route to Germany. Upon bidding her son’s widow farewell and leaving the Suffolk port, Margery had almost reached her home when she was seized by an overwhelming desire to accompany her relative abroad. This volte face she naturally attributed not to herself but to the will of the Holy Ghost. The master of the vessel readily agreed to take her aboard, and only her daughter-in-law, who was looking forward to returning to Danzig, was unimpressed; I wonder why?

Margery Kempe was born around the year 1373 in Bishops Lynn – now called Kings Lynn. Edward III was coming to end of his long reign; his ambitions in France had led to the Hundred Years War, a problem for those wishing to travel in Europe. Margery’s family were rich merchants, and both her father and husband were prominent members of the local Corporation. Wool was providing great riches across East Anglia, and Wool Churches were springing up in villages around Norfolk. Her wealth enabled Margery to travel with an entourage of confessors and hermits, despite having fourteen children; she had plenty of servants to care for the youngsters back home. Her education was fairly basic, and she authored her autobiographical work through dictation.

Wherever she went she was able to call on the local vicar, friar or Prior to discuss religious commonplaces with him, which she recounted in her book. No doubt the prospect of a charitable donation made these pleasant chats mutually rewarding. Charity was expected but not demanded of the public. It is revealing to read what Erasmus has to say on the subject; although dating from a hundred years after Margery Kempe’s time, it could be just as true of today’s charitable giving.  He says that people were likely to be more generous if observed in the act, and there were nimble fingered pilgrims who could remove a coin from the altar while apparently depositing one.

Castle Acre, a stop on the way to Walsingham

In all her travels Margery Kempe did not neglect a pilgrimage to nearby Walsingham. Starting from Lynn she would have joined pilgrims from abroad who had landed at the port there, before journeying on to Fakenham; there other pilgrims from Norwich, the Midlands and London all met up before going on to Walsingham. Once there the devout would visit the chapel built as a replica of the House of the Annunciation in Nazareth. The building was draughty, having no doors or glass in the windows. More congenial were the dramas enacted in the Common Place, the market just outside the chapel. Margery went for spiritual solace, but many of the pilgrims were the sick, in search of a miraculous cure. Walsingham is again a place of pilgrimage, the medieval streets drawing tourists from around the rest of the country.  [I am myself due to visit Great Walsingham in the near future, but that is to visit a relative who farms there.]

On her travels in Italy Margery was abandoned by her fellow travellers, who only agreed to let her accompany them  if she stopped talking about God and instead devoted herself too eating, drinking and merry-making. It was in such unaccustomed riotous good company that she arrived in Venice. She stayed there for over three months, getting her spiritual refreshment by attending church every Sunday with a group of nuns. Eventually she could not resist reciting a verse from the Bible, whereupon her friends accused her of breaking her word. For the last six weeks of her stay she dined alone in her bedroom. In spite of Margery Kempe’s own religiosity, it is plain that not everyone was similarly inclined, even in the supposedly devout Middle Ages.

From Venice she took ship to the Holy Land. From the Mediterranean port of Jaffa she travelled inland on a donkey to Jerusalem. During the three weeks she spent  in the Holy Land she visited Bethlehem and the river Jordan, as countless others have done both before and since. She returned to Italy and visited Rome. Once back in Lynn her restless nature soon had her off on her travels once more, this time via Bristol to St James, Compostela, in Spain.

JOSEPH MASON

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THE ISLAND NATION

Cross channel adventure

BRITAIN

We are an island race par excellence; even if you are an immigrant, once you become a British citizen you cannot help but adopt the national character in this respect. That characteristic is insularity. You have no choice in the matter. You might like to consider yourself a citizen of the world, but the sea has made other arrangements.

Compared to Britain, all the other countries in Europe (except little Malta) have rather hazy borders. At a point in recent history Denmark extended south into what is now Germany. The border area, Schleswig-Holstein, led to two wars in the 19th century. Poland did not exist at all in the nineteenth century, being divided among its neighbours; when it was briefly restored to independence after the First World War it extended far to the east. The Russian Revolution had caused the collapse of the Czarist Empire, and the borders of Poland reflected this fact. A few years later the victorious Stalin pushed the borders of his client state out of its eastern territories and focused the state into what had formerly been Prussia. The German city of Danzig became Polish Gdansk.

It is the same all over Europe; Norway emerged from centuries of foreign domination only at the beginning of the twentieth century. Portugal was occupied by the French under Napoleon; Belgium was created in the aftermath of his defeat. Strasburg has repeated changed its allegiance from Germany to France, depending upon which country won the most recent conflict. The South Tyrol changed from Austrian to Italian sovereignty after the First World War. This process is still going on; in 2014 Crimea was forcibly transferred from Ukraine to Russia. The borders of all mainland European states have moved as a result of plebiscites or wars.

By contrast the borders of this country are set in stone. This is literally true along much of the West Coast, and while the sandier shores of Lincolnshire and East Anglia may come and go, it is the impersonal actions of the waves we have to thank, rather than warlike invaders. This has given our people a wholly different perception of our nationhood. Northern Ireland is different, in having a land border with a foreign country, but the creation of Northern Ireland is a relatively recent and fractious phenomenon. Things would be rather different if Scotland ever becomes independent; but as things stand the British mainland is fixed in a way that the borders of other European countries never have been and never could be.

Australia, New Zealand and Japan are also countries whose borders are defined by the sea. Canada is largely bordered by sea, and the common heritage of the British Empire has made the land border with the USA a peaceful one. (Contrast this northern border of the US with the southern one with Mexico, where there has recently been serious consideration of building a wall.) Although their country is much larger in area and smaller in population than Britain,  Australians has a similar insular character. Although there is plenty of open space available for settlement, they have very strict immigration requirements, and that is a part of their feeling of nationhood.

This watery border has other consequences for the way we run our lives in Britain. The fact that we opted out of the Euro was in a large part a reflection of our insularity. The pound represents the country, and the coinage had been a changeless part of life for centuries. Victorian pennies regularly turned up in your change until old pennies were abolished in 1971, and the old shilling remained legal tender into the 1980s, although it was referred to as five new pence. It was no accident that the symbol on the old penny was Britannia, surrounded by sea.

The position of being surrounded by water has had other effects too; it gave the country strong borders, but it also made the sea an extension of our national reach. The Channel may have kept foreigners out of Britain, but the sea opened up the world to our Navy. The sea is why the British Empire had a global presence, and that has made the English language the global means of communication. Most of us see no need to speak any language other than English.

The sea has given our country immunity from armed foreign invasion for nearly 1000 years, and this has enabled the evolution of our constitution. The Magna Carta remained a legal milestone throughout the centuries; in other places in Europe the laws of their lands have been swept away by changing empires and foreign armies, but Britain has been insulated from such changes. We normally trace our monarchy back to William of Normandy, although it is possible to go back to Alfred the Great. It is a great history, providing a continuity unknown in the rest of Europe.

In the 21st century the strength of our maritime defensive bulwark has been to some extent compromised. In the second half of last century the great increase in air travel made the English Channel less relevant; if you are going abroad the way is to fly. We are also now bound to France by the Channel Tunnel, and this too has made a portal through our previously impregnable boundary. We are marginally less insulated from the attentions of ‘less happier lands,’ but we are still a pretty insular nation.

Since I started to write this article on our island nation much of what I said has been reinforced by the decision to leave the European Union. A lot has been made of the wider possibilities of trade after Brexit, but the overwhelming impression is of Little England pulling up the drawbridge. Like it or not, if you are English you belong to an island people.

JOSEPH MASON

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THE HISTORY OF ENGLAND

HUGUENOTS IN NORFOLK

These French Protestants were driven out of their homeland in the 17th century. In 1598 the Edict of Nantes had given this minority a degree of protection from persecution. Its revocation in 1685 by Louis XIV led to the emigration of many French Calvinists, particularly from the north of France, now the French-speaking part of Belgium. Many of them ended up in Norfolk, where weaving the local wool was already a flourishing industry. Weaving was the trade that many of these French immigrants pursued, and they naturally gravitated to Norwich.

Many of their names were Anglicised, often in a quite ruthless way; Blanc became White, while Petit became Little and Langlois became English. The Martineau family retained their French name, which remains as the name of part of the Norwich Ring Road, Martineau Lane. The Martineau family retained their connection with the cloth trade well into the nineteenth century. Harriet Martineau became well-known in the country as a writer.

Other evidence of the importance of the Huguenots may be found in a church near the centre of the city. This is the church of St Mary the Less in Queen Street; you can easily miss it among all the shops, unless you raise your eyes to roof level, where the tower may still be seen. It was originally closed in 1544, at the time of the Reformation, but in 1565 it was given by the city fathers to the Dutch religious refugees who were already valued for their weaving skills. They appear to have used it for selling cloth rather than as a church, holding their religious services in Blackfriar’s Hall, a tradition which continued until 1929.

In 1637 the church of St Mary the Less was transferred to the Huguenot congregation; prior to that they had worshipped in the Bishop’s chapel in the Cathedral Close. They continued to hold services in French there until 1832. By then nearly all the Huguenots had been incorporated into the non-conformist community of Norwich. The Martineaus for example who had once worshipped at St Mary the Less were by then Unitarians, worshiping at the Octagon Chapel in Colegate.

You can find hints of Huguenot influence outside the city too. The nearest farm to my birthplace in Poringland is called French Church Farm. When and in what circumstances it acquired this name is unclear, but it is plainly a reference to the Huguenots. So too is Strangers Hall in Norwich, which got its name from the incomers or ‘Strangers’ who settled in the city from the mid 16th century. This term included both Dutch speaking Flemings and French speaking Walloons. These immigrants may have accounted for over as many as a third of the population of Norwich at their height, but by the end of the 16th century an outbreak of plague, prompted by their poor living conditions, reduced their numbers. You can tell the mass immigration had already begun before the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes increase the persecution of the Protestants by the Catholics.

FRENCH CHURCH FARM

FRENCH CHURCH FARM

Religious persecution persisted in France almost up to the Revolution (in the 1780s), and for almost a hundred years after the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes the emigration of Huguenots continued. Many of the introductions by these Protestant immigrants from Northern Europe resonate down the centuries. It was for instance the Strangers who first brought the canary to Norwich. De Solempne, a Calvinist refugee, became the first printer in Norwich in the mid 16 century and was made a Freeman of city. The Florist’s Feasts, competitions among local horticulturalist held at Norwich inns, were a feature of local life  from the 1630s for two hundred years, and were an immigrants’ innovation. In the brewing industry the introduction of beer rather than the English unhopped ale is down to the Strangers. The word ‘Plain” used across Norfolk (but nowhere else) to mean a square or wider part of a street is common in the Netherlands as “Plein”. This use of the word must have been introduced by the Strangers.

Although, as we have demonstrated, other industries were influenced by the Strangers; it was the weaving industry that acted as magnet for the Huguenots. More of them may have settled in London in absolute terms, but as a proportion of the population they were more influential in Norfolk than anywhere else in the kingdom. Immigration may be currently unpopular among the English people, but in our part of the country they have had a huge effect, and all to the benefit of the  natives. We East Anglians would have been a poorer people without the Huguenots, both in wealth and in culture.

JOSEPH MASON

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THOMAS PAINE OF THETFORD

Tom PaineHe was born in 1737, and his quaker father was able to send him to Thetford Grammar School. His turn of phrase that made him such a popular pamphleteer in America must have been nurtured there. Thetford is an historic town; the first reference we have to it is in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle and dates from the year 870, before Norwich even existed. It was the see of the bishops of East Anglia at the time of William the Conqueror. Thetford Grammar School is possibly the oldest school in the country, going back some 1400 years.

Thetford and Norwich held the two Assize Courts in Norfolk, where the most serious cases were tried. Thomas Paine grew up in the shadow of Gallows Hill, something which undoubtedly led to his lifelong opposition to the death penalty. He voted against the execution of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette as a member of the National Convention. As a result he himself came with a whisker of being executed during the Terror.

His schooling ended when he was twelve, when he was apprenticed to his father as a corset maker. He left home as a young man and spent a year or so working in the Norfolk town of Diss. Although he lacked experience as a sailor he went to sea as a crewman aboard a privateer at the age of nineteen. The voyage was a success and his share of the booty netted him a small fortune. This gave him the means to further his education in an informal way in the lecture halls and coffee shops of London.

He married, but his first wife died in giving birth and the child also perished. A second marriage ended apparently without ever being consummated. By his late 30s his life appeared to be going nowhere. He was living at Lewes in Sussex when he was introduced to Benjamin Franklin, the American philosopher, diplomat and inventor. This meeting changed his life. He decide to take ship to Pennsylvania where his lively mind soon threw him into the burgeoning intellectual life of the Colony. He became a popular journalist.

His was the major influence in the wording of the Declaration of Independence in 1776.  With peace declare and the British acceptance of American independence in 1783 he was able to return to England. He had been completely unknown when he left these shores, but he certainly was not upon his return. His ability to put across his democratic sentiments in an unmistakable way earned him many friends among the common people and enemies in the establishment.

The developing situation across the channel in France presented Thomas Paine with the opportunity to attempt to put his mark on another revolution. Although ignorant of the French language he was elected the National Convention. In the Terror he was very nearly sent to the Guillotine. His uncompromising dedication to the truth as he saw it earned him enemies wherever he went. A brief period of peace in 1802 enabled him to return to the United States; he was unable to return to England having been convicted of seditious libel in absentia.

He was a free-thinker in advance of his time. His views on religion were very controversial during his lifetime, but they now seem rather moderate in our own more agnostic age. “All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions, set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.” He was a Deist, not an atheist, and believed in one God.

His call for free and universal education, old age pensions and family allowances – the Welfare State in fact – took well over a century to come about, and then only in parts of the developed world. His opposition to slavery did not bear fruit in the United States until more than fifty year after his death; his opposition to the death penalty is still only very partially reflected in legislatures around the world. Naturally he was opposed to any form of monarchy. In many ways he reminds me of Jeremy Corbyn. It is true that Tom Paine did not advocate the nationalisation of railways like Corbyn, but only because railways had not been invented; had they been I’m sure he would have wanted them in public ownership. Come to that, so do I.

JOSEPH MASON

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La BAIE de SOMME NARROW GAUGE RAILWAY

View from the carriage

View from the carriage

Le Chemin de Fer de la BAIE de SOMME. This Heritage Railway along the estuary of the river Somme is in Northern France. The 4’8½” and metre gauge dual gauge line was finally abandoned by SNCF in the 1980s, but the narrow gauge section was closed by the early 1970s. The first 3 miles of the railway, which eventually ran for over 10 miles, was opened as a horse-drawn line in 1858. In 1969, with closure immanent, the PRESERVATION SOCIETY was formed.

The principal traffic had been agricultural goods but also included stone (beach pebbles) and shellfish. A passenger service provided access to seaside resorts for tourists. The First World War was a period of heavy use with the Somme valley seeing some of the heaviest fighting of the war. Although part of the line is dual gauge, the preserved railway is run as a metre gauge line exclusively.

A day trip to the railway was organised by the M&GN Railway Society for September 24 1977. The special train began from North Walsham on the Cromer line but my friend Bill Wragge and I joined it in Norwich.  It was an early start – I got dressed at 3.30 in the morning! The train left Norwich at 4.30 and we went to London via Ely. Luckily I was able to snooze on the way. As we crossed the river Thames at Fulham we was saw two herons despite it being central London; it must have been because of the early morning mist that they felt more secure. Then on past the oast houses and hop fields of Kent.

The metre gauge railway

The metre gauge railway

We sailed from Folkestone to Boulogne at 10.30 a.m.. Although Dover to Calais remains as a sea route to France this cross channel service was ended by the opening of the Channel Tunnel, and both the English town and the French one are no longer ports for ferry vessels. In 1977 however such developments were far in the future and the harbour branch at Folkstone was well used. We got on the ferry Vortigern (this vessel was launched in 1969 and was sold by Sealink to Greece in 1988, finally being scrapped in 2005). We had our breakfast of shrimp sandwiches and a lager on board. The ferry had to alter course as we nearly collided with a bulk carrier. At Boulogne we were loaded onto four coaches for the next leg of the journey, about an hour’s drive, to the steam hauled metre gauge line from Le Crotoy to Noyelles-sur-Mer and back. We went through a nice little town called Rue, but this area of France is very flat and there was nothing to see but fields.

Bill on the boat

Bill on the boat

On the return journey we were surprised to find ourselves aboard the Caesarea. This vessel, together with her sister ship Sarnia, had run the mail boat service from Weymouth to the Channel Islands during the 1960s and they were much used by me on visits to my sister Tig who was a teacher on Guernsey from 1963. The mail boat had been taken off the Channel Island run when that was converted  to a roll-on roll-off service in 1973. Before that any cars going to the Chanel Isles were craned up in nets and deposited in the hold. (Sarnia and Caesarea were the Roman names for Guernsey and Jersey.)

Back in England the journey home was rather a nightmare. The train was delayed going through London and at Ely we had to get off altogether and board buses to Shipppea Hill. Then we got on a DMU but Bill had the bright idea of travelling in the First Class section, where I was able to sleep till we reached Norwich. We finally got home 24 hours after we had left. I had arranged to leave my dogs in kennels on Friday and rushed off to get them back at 9.30 on Sunday morning.

JOSEPH MASON

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THE GREAT WAR: 1914

FROM THE LIFE OF EDWARD LOUND (1884-1971)

You will recall that Edward Lound grew up in Great Yarmouth and after working for ten years in the entertainment industry he joined the army at the age of 24. He was recruited into the Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire Regiment (The Sherwood Foresters) at Normanton Barracks in Derby. On completing his basic training he was promoted to Lance Corporal and was posted to Ireland. We now briefly take up his story in his own words.

On 2nd July 1908 we arrived by train at Fishguard and boarded the Great Western Railway’s S.S. St George.  We had a lovely smooth crossing and arrived in Rosslare late in the afternoon.  We were now in the Emerald Isle,  and as we approached Fermoy on the train it looked like a huge emerald standing out from the ocean.  The rail journey from Rosslare to Fermoy was just over 90 miles. The barracks was not far from the railway station. There were two buildings, one on each side of the road. The New Barracks was occupied by the 2nd Bn the Durham Light Infantry and the Old Barracks was occupied by the Foresters. We marched straight onto the Parade Ground and were posted to Companies “A” to “H”. I was posted to “H” Coy. Then it was time for bed.

Edward Lound’s autobiography breaks off at this point, but we are able to continue the story of his war experiences from a number of sources. There is a tape recording he made in the last year of his life, and there is also the War History of the 2nd Battalion, the Sherwood Foresters [1]. As a senior NCO he is mentioned by name several times in this book. Also of great interest is the War Diary which is available online from the National Archives. This was a daily record of each battalion, its casualties and actions. Other details like the weather and inspections by senior officers are also included. A number of citations for gallantry medals may also be mentioned.

Although his arrival in Ireland as outlined above was several years before the outbreak of the First World War, Edward Lound was again in Ireland in August 1914, just prior to War breaking out. Late at night, shortly after midnight on 5 August the Government had issued this statement: “Owing to the summary rejection by the German Government of the request by His Majesty’s Government for assurances that the neutrality of Belgium will be respected, His Majesty’s Government has declared to the German Government that a state of war exists between Great Britain and Germany as from 11p.m. on the 4th August.”

The troops had already been mobilized earlier in the evening of the 4th, in anticipation of the declaration of war. The members of the 2nd Battalion the Sherwood Foresters were part of the 6th Division. All that part of the regiment who were in Ireland were immediately got ready for a return to England. By the 18th of August the 6th division was in camps around Cambridge. The 2nd Battalion was under canvas on Midsummer Common in the town.

On September 7th the Battalion marched to Newmarket to entrain for Southampton. It was a very hot day, and the men had full packs on their backs, but the Foresters did well compared to other units. The Sherwood Foresters embarked at Southampton on the 10th  at 2.30 p.m for the 15 hour journey to France. To be a safe distance from the advancing German Army their destination was St Nazaire on the mouth of the river Loire. After waiting  in the roads for a berth all day it was in the evening of 11th September that the 2nd Battalion began to disembark in from the S.S. Georgian, a cargo vessel with only open accommodation on deck for all ranks. (The Georgian from the North Atlantic run was sunk by a German U-boat off Crete in 1917.) Unloading the wagons from the ship proved to be a time-consuming exercise, and it was not until noon on the 12th that it was completed. Orderly-Room  Clerk E. Lound  was one of the senior Senior NCOs who disembarked with the men.

By the time that the 6th Division had disembarked at St Nazaire the Battle of the Marne had already been fought and had halted the German advance through Northern France and Belgium. The German army was thrown back over 50 miles from Paris, but this meant a lot of tiring forced marches for the English troops in pursuit of the retreating Germans. Meanwhile the 6th Division (including the 2nd Battalion of the Sherwood Foresters) were entrained at St Nazaire; they spent the night at Coulommiers to the east of Paris. The next day they continued north where they were billeted for the night. Without much rest they pushed on to the river Aisne at Bourg-et-Comin, where the retreating Germans were to make a stand.

The Foresters were now very near the front line and they were held in reserve in the small settlement of Troyon. [Troyon was a hamlet before the First World War but is now merely the name of a farm.] By the 20th September the weather had turned decidedly cold with heavy hail showers, and it was at dawn that the VII Reserve Corps of the German Army launched a general attack. While they were being held in reserve the First Battle of the Aisne had already been raging for a week. The part of the battle in which the Foresters had their first casualties of the war is known as the Engagement on Chemin des Dames, the road where it took place. The French North Africans to the right of the British line were driven back and in the fog of war the British troops moved up to cover this flank. They were promptly fired upon by their Morrocan allies who had rallied and were attempting to advance once more.

Great War

Sherwood Foresters in the Great War

With Germans taking many British prisoners from the West Yorkshire Regiment, the 2nd Battalion the Sherwood Foresters had already moved up from their Reserve position to see what could be done to retrieve the situation. They incurred heavy losses with men injured and killed and were fortunate that the Germans did not press home their advantage. After holding their position for two days under heavy German bombardment the Foresters fell back to Brigade reserve at Troyon. In this first engagement of the war 48 members of this regiment were killed and 173 were wounded.  After this damaging introduction to the realities of war the Battalion was withdrawn from frontline action for about a fortnight while its numbers were restored to full strength.

On Friday October 9th the battalion was just over 1000 officers, NCOs and men. They entrained at St Rémy and went via Calais to St Omer. From there they marched just over a mile to their billets at Arques. The next morning they marched a further 4 miles to Wardrecques where they were loaded into some 200 motor lorries for the journey of about 7 miles to Hazebrouck. On Monday they reached Vieux Berquin a few miles further east where they established contact with the enemy but no engagement took place. They continued their advance for a week when they relieved the Durham Light Infantry at Ennetières. Heavy shelling with rifle and machine gun fire began almost immediately and continued to 1 a.m. on the 19th. The Sherwood Foresters were dangerously exposed in shallow trenches on the spur of land leading to the village and their lines were over extended.

In the German attack which followed on the 20th October the Sherwood Foresters, supported by the Durham Light Infantry and the West Yorkshire Regiment, were vastly outnumbered. The building housing the Battalion HQ was destroyed in the shelling. Being the object of particular German attention it had been evacuated just before it was completely demolished, and the Battalion Headquarters was moved a nearby school. All the papers belonging to the HQ were lost, and this made the task of counting casualties very difficult. Writing after the war in 1921 Major Leveson Gower, then the Lieutenant commanding the Battalion (he was wounded on the 5th August 1915) wrote: “before the attack the men had no rest for a day and 2 nights, digging at night and (being) shelled by day”.

After some heroic attempts to hang on the order was given to retreat; unfortunately by then the salient had been surrounded on all sides. After the war it was confirmed that just one battalion of the Sherwood Foresters (with a few reinforcements) were opposed by the might of the 25th Reserve Division and the 52nd Infantry Brigade of the German Army. In this, their second engagement of the war, none of the four companies in the Battalion was still commanded by the same man who had commanded them during the first engagement, and only two commanders were left in charge of their platoons.  At the end of the day out of the 1000 men in the Battalion, 723 were listed as missing; it later transpired that over half of these were taken prisoner. Over 100 of these missing men were brought in wounded during the following 24 hours, but this still leaves up to 150 soldiers dead. Because of the loss of all the documents referred to earlier, it is impossible to be more accurate. Those men remaining in the 2nd Battalion on the 21st October included only 4 officers, one of whom was the medical officer who was killed by shellfire on the 25th, 49 NCOs and 253 men, just 306 soldiers in all. This figure embraces transport and headquarters staff (including Orderly-Room Sergeant Edward Lound), stretcher bearers, medical orderlies and those stragglers who returned later in the following days. The number of front line  soldiers who returned from the Ennetières trenches on the 21st October was only 2 officers and 49 other ranks, both NCOs and privates. In this, the First Battle of Ypres, the Battalion had been almost entirely wiped out. Other detachments of the British Army – for example the 2nd Royal Irish Regiment – suffered a similar fate.

With such devastating losses the remaining men were kept out of the front line for three weeks. However, because the 6th Division was so short of men to hold their wide front, and as the enemy attacks were so frequent, the men were retained in close support, despite their meagre numbers. Their base was at Bois Grenier, a small settlement near the front line, which remained in British hands throughout the war. The effects of the conflict were however disastrous for the village; of the 1,200 inhabitants before 1914 only just over 500 remained at the end of the war. It was not until 1981 that the population returned to its earlier level.

On 14th November the Battalion received 40 men and by  the  21st a larger detachment of 550, but of the 19 officers present only 8 were actually members of the Regiment, the others having been drafted in. The first battle of Ypres  had come to an end on 11th November. The rest of the year was partly spent in the trenches are part “resting” in their billets. Sniper fire was a constant danger for the men in the trenches, but at this time most days were quiet with not much happening. The weather was appalling and the War Diary records on November 19th that “it snowed all day”. Then after two weeks of frost a thaw set in. The trench parapets became a sea of mud which the men continually had to shovel out of the trenches. This kind of warfare was a new experience for all, and the ways of attempting to deal with it were being learnt only by doing. There were no materials to build up the trench revetments, and even sandbags were in short supply. Wellington boots were not issued to the troops at this stage in the war, nor were helmets. The men had just ordinary peaked caps to protect them from shrapnel fragments – i.e no protection at all. The Battalion claimed the credit for developing the trench periscope. These were made from the pieces of broken looking-glass lying about the village and they enabled the sentries to keep a look-out for the enemy without putting their heads above the parapet.

In the middle of December there was some attempt to launch a renewed attack and the Foresters were moved across into Belgium, but the movement of troops on the muddy ground was difficult, and the rapid deployment required for operations was impossible. The plan was abandoned. The 2nd Battalion returned to the French side of the border.

That first Christmas of the war is remembered for the unofficial “Christmas truce” which had the opposing sides coming out to fraternize across no-man’s land. Unlike the 1st Battalion the Sherwood Foresters, who were in trenches on the front line on Christmas Day, the 2nd Battalion were billeted behind the front line and took no part in the “Christmas armistice”. There was a hard frost on Christmas Day, but the men of the Battalion were living in comparative comfort in a factory in Armentières. At least their loved ones at home showered them with gifts, especially Christmas puddings. Divine service at 10 a.m. was voluntary but most of the Battalion attended. On Boxing Day the 2nd Battalion was again ordered into the trenches.

The final days of the year were taken up with time in the trenches alternating with time behind the lines. The time when they were not on operations was used in having baths, hair cuts and getting their boots mended. Uniforms needed attention too. It was particularly difficult to maintain a smart appearance in almost incessant rain, yet this was expected of the troops.

Thus ended the first four months of the war that would drag on for nearly another four long years; the early confidence that it would be “all over by Christmas” had evaporated.  The 2nd Battalion the Sherwood Foresters had been on or near the front line from the third week in September, through increasingly cold and wet wintry weather. Of the two engagements they had taken part in, neither was a British success, and the second was an unqualified disaster, albeit against overwhelming odds. Already the members of the Battalion who had crossed to France on the 11th September had been reduced to a mere handful through death, injury and imprisonment. Edward Lound was one of the few soldiers who had set out for France in September who still remained in post at the end of the year;  he was 30 years old.

[1]  Colonel H. C. Wylly, The 1st and 2nd Battalions The Sherwood Forester In The Great War, Naval and Military Press. No date.

TO BE CONTINUED.

PLACE-NAMES IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE

BEZIERS

The Plains of Norwich –
a possible Occitan connection?

The Plains of Norwich have long been regarded as a curiosity, an example of local usage conferring a degree of individuality on the city. In Norwich, a plain is an open space that, in another urban context, might well be called a square. Richard Lane, in his book The Plains of Norwich[i], describes fifteen or sixteen, if Redwell Plain and Bank Plain are regarded as separate entities. The addition of All Saints Plain (now always All Saints Green) would, if accepted, make the total seventeen; Lane rejects the name , finding it mentioned only in A.W. Morant’s Map of the City of Norwich of 1873. However it can also be found in W.P. Millard and Josh. Manning’s Plan of the City of Norwich of 1830. So in terms of quantity, Norwich is undoubtedly the centre of the Plain phenomenon , although, as the author Richard Lane points out, there is  a handful of examples to be found in nearby towns[ii]. In spite of the renown of the Plains of Norwich, they have received remarkably little attention as the subject of onomastic (onomastics, the study of proper names) research. The English Place-Name Society volume that deals with the streets of Norwich[iii] does not comment on the usage, although other distinctive East Anglian words such as loke (lane) and cockey (sewer) do get a mention.

The reason for this omission may be that plain is not itself a dialect word. As a geographical term, it constitutes part of the standard English vocabulary. In this sense it occurs in the appropriate volume of English Place-Name Elements[iv],
with the given example of Salisbury Plain. Also noted is a secondary meaning, a piece of flat meadow-land. The word can be traced back through Middle English to Old French, meaning an open tract of land. The specific use of the word to describe an urban space is not mentioned, although it is easy to see a connection with the more general term. The difficulty arises not from the word’s meaning, but from its usage, which appears to be restricted to a small area of East Anglia.

Because the word, unlike most local formations, comes from the Romance linguistic
tradition, rather than from the Germanic, it is reasonable to associate it with the arrival of large numbers of French speakers in Norwich after the Norman Conquest. There is no doubt that Middle English acquired numerous loan words from French in this way, but they tended to be applicable to such subjects as law, government, the military arts and other areas of interest to the ruling class.[v] In contrast to the earlier  influx of Scandinavian settlers, the Normans did not contribute much to street nomenclature. In Norwich such minor place-names as Cowgate and  Tombland include Scandinavian elements, but obviously French street names like Avenue and Boulevard entered the language much later, in the early seventeenth and mid eighteenth centuries respectively. If the residents of the French Borough (part of Norwich) used words from their own to tongue to name its streets, none has
remained to help locate its site, which was probably in the Mancroft area. The
Plains of Norwich are too widely dispersed to be linked with this earliest concentration of French settlement, and the word does not appear to have been
applied to similar urban features in either Norman French or Anglo-Norman. The
appropriate French word would have been Place, from the Latin Platea, which is also
the origin of the Italian Piazza and Spanish Plaza. In fact several of the Norwich plains have also been termed Place at some stage in their histories; for example the area in front of Gurney’s Bank was known as Bank Place in the early nineteenth century, before it was called Bank Plain. Used in this  sense the word Place had already entered the language before the Conquest, in Old English
translations of the Latin Vulgate.[vi]

The earliest reference in the EPNS volume on the Place-Names of Norwich is c1720[vii], although Lane quotes the use of the word Playne to describe St Martin at Palace Plain c1550.[viii] The fact that no Plains have been found in the written record before this date does not imply that none existed in medieval Norwich; we may suspect that it is probable that they did, but we cannot prove it. There is a reference in the
Anglo-Norman poem La Vie Seint Edmund Le Rey by Denis Piramus ‘En bois, en plains, e enz e hors’. [ix] The author was a monk art Bury St Edmunds Abbey, writing in the middle of the thirteenth century, so the text emanates from East Anglia. It is most likely that plains is here used to mean meadows, but as the line consists of two
contrasting pairs (woods/plains, inside/outside) it is possible that the writer intended to juxtapose features of town and country. The context does not help to resolve this question.

A curious parallel with the Plains of Norwich can be found in Beziers in the south of France where the streets are named both in their Modern French versions and in their old Occitan equivalents. Occitan is a Romance language that was formerly spoken along the Mediterranean coast and hinterland between northern Italy and Spain. Following a revival in the nineteenth century the language is still spoken, but the number of speakers is in decline. In the middle ages it was identical with Catalan. The street of Beziers provided the backdrop for some of the most horrific episodes in the Albigensian Crusade against the heretical Cathars. In 1209 the Romanesque
cathedral, where many of the citizens had taken sanctuary from Simon de Montfort and his forces, was destroyed with much loss of life. The open space beyond the west end of the present cathedral still bears the name Plan dels Albigeois. Although most of the streets of Beziers also have modern French names, the old Occtitan names
are also displayed, providing other examples of the use of the designation Plan. Like Plain, Plan is derived from the Latin Planum, a noun formed from the neuter gender of the adjective, meaning something flat. Plan does not appear to be the usual Occitan equivalent for Place, which is, as in Catalan, Plaça. Although most recent street names employ Modern French forms, the use of the old Plan has been retaine in at least one instance. The Plan Mgr Blaquière commemorates a 20th century churchman, perhaps reflecting the same concern to preserve local identity that has given us in Norwich University Plain and Millennium Plain.

The explanation for this apparent connection between two cities that are widely separated and share little common history is not clear. More onomastic research might show that the use of a word derived from the Latin planum was once more commonly used in naming town squares across Europe.

Other plains in Norfolk and Suffolk

Connaught Plain, Attleborough

White Hart Plain Old Costessey.

WHITE HORSE PLAIN

WHITE HORSE PLAIN

Church Plain Dereham

School Plain, Dereham

St James’s Plain, Diss

Brewery Plain Great Yarmouth

Pier Plain Great Yarmouth

Theatre Plain Great Yarmouth

Priory Plain Great Yarmouth

Hall Plain Great Yarmouth

St Peter’s Plain, Caister on Sea, Great Yarmouth

Church Plain Great Yarmouth

Obelisk Plain, Holt

Shirehall Plain, Holt

St Margaret’s Plain, Ipswich

St Cathherine’s Plain, Norwich

Church Plain, Loddon

The Plain, Long Stratton

Baxter’s Plain, Kings Lynn

South Lynn Plain, Kings Lynn

Royal Plain, Lowestoft

Church Plain, Mundham

Station Plain, Reepham

Lifeboat Plain, Sheringham

The Plain, Foulsham

Malthouse Plain, North Walsham   ….,27

Sharpes Plain, Stamford

Church Plain, Wells-next-the Sea

 

THE NORWICH PLAINS

St Catherines’s Plain

Agricultural Hall Plain

St Paul’s Plain, Barrack Street.

St Andrews Plain

Bank Plain

St Martin’s Palace Plain

G.P.O. Plain

JUNCTION of ST BENEDICTS & WESTWICK STREET. 1945

JUNCTION of ST BENEDICTS & WESTWICK STREET. 1945

Maddermarket Plain

St Giles’ Plain

St Benedict’s Plain

St Margaret’s Plain

St Andrew’s Hall Plain

St Mary’s Plain

St George’s Plain

 

 

There are over 30 Plains around East Anglia, concentrated on the Norwich area, but with outposts as far afield as Spalding in Lincolnshire and Ipswich in Suffolk. They are of various ages; Church Plain (Wells-next-the-Sea, Great Yarmouth, Loddon, Mundham and Dereham)  could be hundreds of years old, while Station Plain (Reepham) is obviously nineteenth century, and as recently as 2000 Millennium Plain was named in Norwich. Obelisk Plain in Holt dates to the erection of First World War Memorial, and Lifeboat Plain would have followed the Upcher family’s provision of a lifeboat in Sheringham.

In Plymouth there is a road called Mutley Plain, but as it does not appear to refer to widening in the street it appears to a different meaning in Devon, more akin to the geographical meaning of a plain.

From the blue plaque in Norwich

“Plains of Norwich The Dutch and Flemish who came to Norwich in the 16th century left their mark on the Norwich landscape and local language. From the Dutch ‘plein’, the Norwich ‘plains’ define the squares and open spaces of land, in the midst of the narrow maze of streets. Maddermarket Plain, St Giles’ Plain, St Benedict’s Plain, St Margaret’s Plain and St Andrew’s Hall Plain can be found in the Norwich Lanes area.” (e.g. Stationsplein, Eindhoven.


[i] R.
Lane, The Plains of Norwich The Larks
Press 1999

[ii]
Several in Great Yarmouth, and one each in Holt, Loddon, Lowestoft and Ipswich

[iii]
K. I. Sandred and B. Lindstrom The
Place-Names of Norfolk Part I
EPNS 1989

[iv] By
a self-denying ordinance the EPNS volume excludes any word first recorded after
the late fifteenth century.

[v] See
Otto Jespersen Growth and Structure of
the English Language
6th edition,  Blackwell
1930 pp.78-93

[vi] OED

[vii] Sandred
and Lindstrom Place-Names

[viii]
Lane, . The source is

[ix] La Vie Seint Edmund le Rei, ed H.
Kjellman, 1935 p.43 line 1059

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