Saturday, 12 January 2019

Hall Farm Bridge to Badgers Oak Tunnel [part two]


All the way from Hall Farm Bridge the track bed is still rising at 1 in 80, but swamps still keep appearing bringing back memories of Horsmonden South cutting before it was filled in. I would not like to do this walk after heavy rains!




In some places where there has been water recently the ballast used on the track bed is apparent.






What are these? There are two square brick structures one each side of the track. One Youtuber thought that they were the remains of a bridge
 



There are also the remains of  wooden steps going up the bank (perhaps the others are buried under leaf mulch, or have rotted away.)





These structures had covers once, the broken parts of one lies nearby. Pipes drip water into a kind of sump. It appears to be something to do with drainage.







                                                                    Another bog!



Someone's doing fine.



           The cutting has almost disappeared as the surrounding countryside has risen sharply.




    Old railway sleepers border the track bed. This one is looking particularly worn out.




The track bed has risen again, this embankment is very high, it could be the highest one on the whole line which was at 49 feet. 



           This picture shows how quickly the land falls away at the side of the embankment. 

Hall Farm Bridge to Badgers Oak Tunnel [part one]


I felt that I had better cover the rest of the railway to Hawkhurst, there is a lot of footage on the internet but I have never been here before. Hall Farm Bridge as it was called can be reached by a small private road just off of the A299 and close to Station Road which led to Cranbrook Station. the Bridge covers a considerable cutting and Hall Farm is just the other side of it.



                               Paddock Wood to Hawkhurst Railway (bridge no. 1529)






                     Another view of part of the bridge with the farm beyond.


It is nice to see that this structure still exists. Again the same type of red brick has been used as in all the other structures, although these seem to be some of the newer bricks and 'PWH 1529'
appears to have been painted on top.



     Looking north from near Hall Farm Bridge towards Cranbrook Station as it was 10th June 1961.








Looking south from the top of the bridge the line finishes its curve from Cranbrook Station and begins heading due south, it is now in a fairly deep cutting which shows how quickly the terrain varies. 

There was was 'twitcher' wearing binoculars, lurking at one end of the bridge, so I introduced myself and asked him if he knew a way down to the trackbed? He didn't. He was however pleased that the the abandoned railway is here because the trees attract a lot of insect life which is good for birds. (He then went on to moan about greenfly; 'thirty years ago you could drive for ten miles in the summer time and your wind screen would be thick with insects but now you can drive for one hundred miles and collect very few'.  It's easy to mock people like the Green fly man but he has a point, many farmers chose to use pesticides to increase crop yields which has undoubtedly reduced the price of food but it has also destroyed the source of food for many birds.) I decided to leave the twitcher and ascend from the side of the bridge.




                      Hall Farm Bridge from the track bed (Cranbrook Station side). You can see clearly from down here that many of the bricks have been replaced.








The bridge abutments must tower about 30 feet above the line, why are there pipes' in the brick work? A lot of effort and expense must have gone into building this farm bridge, how many bricks must it have taken?
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              Onwards. There is a lot of mud, - it looks like I am going to revisit my boyhood!




                                 A look back at Hall Farm Bridge from the south.




                               A last peep back around the curve of the bend. Mosses and ferns abound.

It does give me an idea what it may have been like for a driver of the milk train seeing the bridge emerging out of the morning mist.




(I am unable to upload any more large pictures so I will continue this as a separate post.)

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Friday, 11 January 2019

Old film footage available on the internet

There have been quite a few short films available which show the railway in it's heyday. I am not able to find most of them now but if I come across any I will post the links below. I can't promise that they will still be there in six months time however. (You just need to copy the address of the chosen footage and paste it into your browser and hit  the 'return' key.)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LHmjPmM-fw

This is part of an early 1950's film on Youtube which shows Goudhurst Station platform at that time (in the film the train continues to fictional 'Barden'.) The characters are supposed to be hop pickers from London, although I don't think the working classes had middle class accents.

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https://player.bfi.org.uk/free/film/watch-adventure-in-the-hopfields-1954-online

The entire film 'Adventure in the Hop Fields' is available here and is free to view.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PO69U5Blvxo&t=45s

This footage shows the branch line in 1958. The narrator on this seems to be very knowledgeable. It is particularly interesting because for a large part of it the camera is mounted on the drivers cab giving a 'drivers eye view' I am struck by how green everything was that summer and how slim the people were.

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I must have had a 'physic flash'  30/11/2020 I felt the need to re-check Youtube for footage literally two minutes after Peter Smallwood had uploaded old cine film of the journey from Hawkhurst to joining the Main Line in the spring of 1960. The film is blurry in places but very interesting.

Sunday, 6 January 2019

Cranbrook Station


Cranbrook Station was the third station on the Line after Paddock Wood Station and was approximately three and a half miles South East of Goudhurst Station. All the way from Goudhurst Station the Line had risen steadily so there were a lot of cuttings and embankments through an area that skirted the National  Pinetum. Consequently the station was at a higher elevation than any of the others.
The South Eastern Railway (SER) who built the Line in 1893 had hoped to run it all the way to near the center of Cranbrook, having apparently purchased the site of a hop field. They were unable to persuade a few large landowners to sell their land, however, and in desperation perhaps built the Station near the tiny village of Hartley but called it Cranbrook Station. In fact the town of Cranbrook was about two and a half miles away by road.



                                              Cranbrook Station Circa 1910

Looking North, the station had one 300 foot long platform on the downside, it had two goods sheds, each at opposite ends of a long siding (only the nearest one is apparent), then the booking hall, Station Masters house with its three dormer windows, signal box and various maintenance huts. The nearest one to us in the picture was probably for the storage of lamp oil, but sensibly perhaps it was later replaced with a corrugated iron structure. I believe that the houses in the background may have been built for the railway workers.



                                          Looking south, a view of the station from the track bed.

Unlike many of the stations, Cranbrook platform had a brick facing. A part of the goods yard can be glimpsed through the railings between the oil lamps. The station had a small goods loop which was long enough for a few wagons but why the line petered out after the loop I don't know!






                   Looking north again, the small goods loop is clearly visible on the left.






             A lovely old photograph of the platform looking south towards Hall Farm Bridge. 


As if to 'cock a snoop' at the people of Cranbrook the railway line actually veered away from Cranbrook towards Hawkhurst at the station itself!




On the extreme right of the photo a way marker shows the station stood forty-four and three quarter miles from Charing Cross in London.




            Locomotive 31553 heading south towards Hawkhurst, probably in the 1950's




                           Cranbrook Station 10th June 1961 (two days before closure).




                                       Another picture taken the same day.


This station was probably the worst sited of all the stations, it being so far from the town it was supposed to serve. It did however have a few things going for it, the Hawkhurst Line was described as one of the loveliest railways in Britain and many travelers preferred this station to all the others. In the earlier part of the Twentieth Century it was not uncommon for cyclists to come down from London by train and use the station as a base to cycle around Kent and Sussex. Also, it was still the nearest station to Cranbrook.
Surprisingly, in 1949 Cranbrook Station had 58 season ticket holders (more than Horsmonden or Goudhurst) and it would of course also have contributed more to the volume of goods traffic.

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I paid a visit for the first time today. The site is located down a country lane off of the A229 (the Maidstone to Hastings road.)


                                 Entrance to the lane leading to Cranbrook Station site.





     The old signal box and Station Masters House are still standing. (Likewise the old station       building has been re-vampted in green, for years it was very neglected - see the Wikipedia     page photo of 1985.)





This was the booking hall, there is a 1984 photograph of it in Wikipedia looking very neglected, since then it has been modified and rebuilt.




The old goods yard has become a lorry terminal for Calor Gas and Collison vehicles (they also litter the track bed beyond the old station buildings and up to what was Hall Farn Bridge) but the main goods shed is still intact.




                                    Old railway sleepers border a  parking area.

It is nearly sixty years since the railway closed and it still haunts me, its scars left a haunting reminder of it's recent presence in the village when I was a child. Thank you for caring too! I know this blog often has punctuation and spelling mistakes but people still look at it, I had 129 page views from Russia this week and it is gratifying to know that there are other people who feel similarly to me.

Saturday, 14 July 2018

Goudhurst Church, Smuggling and the Gibbet



I wanted to do a piece on Goudhurst Church and some of it's history, particularly smuggling which was rife in this area.
The church could be seen from Horsmonden platform and from the train on large parts of the line as it skirted around Goudhurst and it was said that from the tower people could watch the progress of trains from their smoke trails for miles.I had meant to do this months ago but apparently it was not safe to visit the church tower as some yobs had stolen lead from the church roof.
                 
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Goudhurst is one of the highest villages in the Weald of Kent, some parts are at over 400 feet above sea level. Early records prove that there was a small church at the top of the hill as early as 1119, since then there have been many additions to the building as the local population increased. It had a 115 foot spire for a while but that was struck by lightening in 1637 and the present church was built with a tower soon afterwards.


At seventy odd feet the church tower is not high, but it is built on the highest point of land for miles around. The Star and Eagle Hotel, a smugglers pub,  (right) stands next door, (both played a part in the events of 1747).




                                                           The main aisle today




The church still has a few stained glass windows but most of them were blown out when two German parachute bombs exploded nearby during the Second World War.





There are several memorials to the influential Culpepper family, (merchants) who lived in nearby Bedgebury in the 1500's.


                                      The smuggling epidemic of the mid Eighteenth Century

During this period, as Britain was able to colonize more countries with it's advanced seafaring technology of the time it was coming into conflict more and more with other peoples and Nations. Britain required an ever bigger army and navy to fight all these conflicts. Vast sums of money were required, so the Government slapped heavy taxes on imported goods and on it's colonists to pay for it's wars.
             The Weald of Kent and Sussex was a large heavily wooded, hilly and sparsely populated area which came within twenty miles of London to it's north and at the other end, down to the south coast. It became profitable to import luxury goods at night from the continent to ports such as Rye and pay local people to move the goods inland towards the London and the hinterland avoiding the heavy excise duties. Poor people could earn five or six times more working as 'mules' than they would working in a field all day, Criminal gangs grew up to organise runs from the coast and their influences grew. They used many of the public houses as unofficial headquarters.
             The only people able to vote at that time were the large landowners, there was no police force and hardly anyone could read or write, the country was made up of  two nations who did not mix together, so that the governments of the day had little understanding of how people lived.
             Solders and Revenue officers were employed by the Government to try to catch people smuggling goods inland. The revenue men tended to operate around the coasts so for the smugglers carrying goods inland, the first few miles were usually the most dangerous.

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Some people were employed as 'tub men' carrying brandy or spirits inland perhaps ten miles in one night.


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Or, if you were of a more thuggish temperament you might apply for a role as a 'batman'. It would be your duty to set about on anyone who may try to interfere with a smuggling operation.

Rudyard Kipling's evocative poem gives a good taste of what it might have been like for the local populace is always worth a read (see link below) but no one kept an account because they would be threatened with execution from the authorities or reprisals from the gang. Of course most people were illiterate anyway so we will never know for sure.

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_smuggler.htm



In response to the crime wave the Government kept imposing harsher and harsher sentences so that it was soon commonplace for captured smugglers to be hanged. When this didn't work the 'gibbet' was introduced. The corpse of the felon was hung up and displayed in a metal cage so that the body rotted and and crows pecked at the corpse. (At that time most people believed that a person could not go to heaven without a proper christian burial, thus the Government felt that they could legislate on a person's soul).

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Captain Kidd's body displayed in a gibbet

The most notorious gang was known as the 'Hawkhurst Gang' they grew to control the Weald of Kent and Sussex and had influence as far west as Dorset. They became more and more violent as the Government imposed stricter and stricter penalties, although no doubt some of them could be philanthropic to the local population. There were a few documented cases of individuals being tortured and murdered when gang members felt that they had compromised the gangs safety. There must also have been many cases of robberies beatings, and rapes which were never published.




                                         The Hawkhurst Gang were checked here.




William Sturt

Enter one William Sturt a son of Goudhurst who had been a corporal in the army. Upon returning home he was apparently shocked at the changes in Goudhurst. The story reads like a Clint Eastwood film.
He managed to raise a militia and begin training them secretly. He also apparently managed to obtain muskets, powder and shot.
An armed confrontation took place around the church on 21st April 1747 the militiamen had been stationed in upstairs windows of houses around the church and in the tower. They knew the gang members were coming and had managed to evacuate some of the population, others were locked in the church. These people had no access to television or books that could have told them the importance of sticking together and being disciplined when fighting a battle and some of them must have felt quite scared. It says something for the leadership qualities of Sturt that they kept their nerve, perhaps he had very good lieutenants.
                 
http://www.goudhurstlocalhistorysociety.org/william-sturt-1718-1797/


                          Militia men were stationed in the church tower and upstairs windows of other                              buildings nearby like this one. 

It is said that some of the gang members let off shots first. (There is a section of the old church door in a frame with lead shot in it). Presumably they were trying to intimidate the locals who were hiding in the church, maybe this strengthened the defenders resolve.


A section of the oak church door from 1747 apparently with lead shot in it.

When the militia did fire back it was a 'turkey shoot' as two gang members were killed immediately, both shot through the head. Other gang members fled but many were soon caught, handed to the authorities and later executed. The bodies of those killed were gibbeted, George Kingsmill the brother of the gang leader in Goudhurst and a William Farrall (from Horsmonden) were gibbeted in their home villages. In Horsmonden there is still a lane called 'Gibbet Lane' so named from where Farrall's gibbet stood. 



Gibbet Lane lies just off from the 'Maidstone Road' close to the village green.




While the defeat of some of the Gang was a victory for the Government, the 'Boston Tea Party' was to take place in December of the same year (which was another event also caused by Goverment taxes on imported goods to pay for colonial wars.) and a precursor to the American War of Independence.

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There is supposed to be a headstone of George Kingsmill somewhere in the churchyard (although the two guides I met did not know where it was) I have seen a photograph in a book of a very weathered headstone with a vague impression of a skull on top, but it could easily be the grave of a black death victim.

The oldest gravestones are closest to the church but I could't find one with a skull on it when I looked.

Another probable urban myth is that there was a tunnel leading from the churchyard to Smugley Farm at the bottom of the hill a quarter of a mile away. This I find ridiculous, although there were secret hiding places and small tunnels built to to hide stashed contraband in many of the houses people would not have had the technology for such a massive enterprise.



The door leading to the church tower.






Views from the church tower.

The Weald of Kent and Sussex, once very rural and heavily wooded seems to have provoked fear to many city people. In all likely-hood there was probably less crime than in London. 'Black Bartlemy's Treasure', a smuggler''s yarn written by Jeoffrey Farnol describes reaching the village of Pembury in the first chapter:-

'And now, as I stood amid that howling darkness, my back propped by the bank, my face lifted to the tempest, I was aware of a strange sound, very shrill and fitful, that reached me 'twixt the booming wind-gusts, a sound that came and went, now loud and clear, anon faint and remote, and I wondered what it might be. Then the rushing dark was split asunder by a jagged lightning-flash, and I saw. Stark against the glare rose black shaft and crossbeam, wherefrom swung a creaking shape of rusty chains and iron bands that held together something shrivelled and black and wet with rain, a grisly thing that leapt on the buffeting wind, that strove and jerked as it would fain break free and hurl itself down upon me.
Now hearkening to the dismal creak of this chained thing, I fell to meditation. This awful shape (thought I) had been a man once, hale and strong,—even as I, but this man had contravened the law (even as I purposed to do) and he had died a rogue's death and so hung, rotting, in his chains, even as this my own body might do some day. And, hearkening to the shrill wail of his fetters, my flesh crept with loathing and I shivered'.