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Showing posts with label Bridport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bridport. Show all posts

Thursday, 24 July 2014

The Bridport Dagger


It's hard to believe that within recent memory the bustling town of Bridport was the centre of an industry stretching back a thousand years or more - the manufacture of rope.
So synonymous did Bridport become with this product that in the 18C the hangman’s rope, was nicknamed 'The Bridport Dagger'.

Why Bridport? The answer was simple; the surrounding area provided perfect conditions for the growing of flax and hemp, raw materials of the industry.
Written records of rope manufacture date back to the 12th C when King John placed large orders for rope and cordage for his navy. The industry though, is much older. Rope making and the production of sail cloth eventually employed more than half of Bridport's population while production methods changed very little until the late 19th C.
The manufacturing consisted of a number of quaintly named processes;

RETTING - After harvesting the flax was allowed to rot in ponds or the fields to separate the stems from the fibres.

SCALING - Stripping the hemp from the stems

BOLLING - The crushing of the stems to remove the woody parts. This was where the first mechanisation appeared; water mills were equipped part time with special hammers to pound the flax.

SCUTCHING or SWINGLING - This removed the crushed woody part.

HACKLING - Lengths of raw fibre were drawn though closely placed metal spikes like wire hairbrushes to make the fibres run in one direction. An arduous job, it was usually carried out by men.

Rope spinning machine
SPINNING- Turned the raw flax into a quality of rope which became renowned throughout Britain; whether providing nets for the distant Newfoundland fisheries or the myriad lines and cables used on the Navy's wooden ships.


Spinning also gave Bridport its distinctive layout. Behind the small cottages still lining the high street are long, narrow alleys, now gardens. They provided the Rope Walks where the the rope was 'spun'; a process which until the mid-nineteenth century was carried out by hand usually by women and children.

Ropewalk
At one end of the walk stood a simple wooden building called a turnhouse which housed the reel on which the completed twine was wound. This was usually turned by a child (often as young as six) sitting in a pit. Women, gradually fed out hanks of flax or hemp fastened around their waists, the ends attached to the spinning wheel, as they moved backwards away from the turn house. The newly made rope was supported at intervals by being hooked over upright posts known as skirders. It was a process that was carried out rain or shine, often far into the night when the women would fix a candle to each shoulder to light the work
A skirder used to support the rope as it was spun

From the rope industry net making arose; nets were braided using the twine in a process rather like knitting on a large scale using a braiding needle.

As with any industry, demand was fickle. The Navy eventually found it was cheaper to spin its own rope closer to its dockyards; luckily demand was replaced by the growth of the East India Company, while the Newfoundland fisheries (almost entirely fished by west of England men) created an ever-growing demand for nets. Towards the 19th C the rope-making processes were gradually brought together in mills. It was to be many years, though, before the use of outworkers was abandoned. In the last hundred years the industry became concentrated into of the hands of Gundrys founded by Jacob Gundry in 1665. Gundry's is now a multi million pound company part of a much bigger organisation Marmon Holdings who still market nets from Joseph Gungry's original works.

Net making

Friday, 11 July 2014

Hill and views 2- The Knoll

The coast road between Bridport and Abbotsbury is one big viewpoint.. For ages, though,  I would catch a glimpse of this lonely, derelict building perched high on a hill above Bexington as I sped by.
Received wisdom somewhere down the line told me it was a fisherman's lookout for spotting shoals of fish. Whether this is true or not I can find no mention of the fact.




It's a romantic idea anyway and it was perfectly self contained with even a little fireplace to keep warm by. The Knoll is easy to reach as long as you don't miss the turning . A few minute scramble takes you to a thoughtfully placed bench at the feet of the little building.

The views are spectacular though the shoals long gone... served battered with chips, no doubt.




Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Dorset Days Out 1

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That rarest of things, a sunny day, inspired us poke our noses out of our burrow and go exploring.
Following a recommendation we first partook of  morning coffee at the Symondsbury Kitchen.



Symondsbury was a sleepy village, until now...  the old tithe barn and outbuildings, grouped around a large courtyard, have recently been  sympathetically converted by the Symondsbury Estate. In the outbuildings are found craftsmen, while the tithe barn with its massive clay tiled roof will be a venue for weddings. Its all very impressive. The important bit for us, though, was coffee...The Symondsbury Kitchen in keeping with rest of the development is fresh and stylish. 


Downing our lattes we headed along the coast road with its glorious birds-eye views, to Abbotsbury and its Subtropical Gardens.



Even someone like me, who doesn't know their columbines from their philistines, was impressed...the only thing missing were a few well placed monkeys


The gardens were originally established in 1765 by the first Countess of Ilchester as a kitchen garden for her nearby castle which unfortunately burnt down in 1915. Over the following years it gradually evolved to cover 30 acres filled with rare and exotic plants from all over the world. Many varieties of  plants found here were first introduced to this country from the gardens and discovered by the plant hunting descendants of the Countess.

After the negotiating jungle, where else but lunch in the Plantation restaurant, not a gourmet experience, but more than adequate.



Finally, if your energy levels remain high you could round off the the day with a visit to the Bridport fea markets, maybe pick up a topee.. click here for info

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Have you caught the Bridport Fleas?

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ROLL UP! ROLL UP! ROLL UP!
What will you give for a unique antiques market?...When it's gone, it's gone!...


Bridport antiques market lurks in the alleys and open space behind  Bridport's high street, helping contribute to its title of the Notting Hill of the Southwest.


It is tatty, it is scruffy, it is unsophisticated, but it's good  fun.


So far it has resisted tweeing down or selling out or tarting up;  though how long it can resist the threat of development hanging over it anyone's guess.

Saturday's the best time to visit as market stalls also stretch down the town's main streets (also on Wednesdays)



Sunday, 26 January 2014

Hills and Views 1 Eggardon Hillfort SY546942



A short break in between deluges meant it was time to blow away a few cobwebs. Armed with only rucksack, coffee and Snickers we scaled the heights then touched the heavens.
Situated near to Bridport, Eggardon Hill is one of the highest inland points in Dorset and its spectacular 360 degree views makes you feel lord of all you see.
The hill fort is the less well known cousin of Maiden Castle,  Dorchester, though its elevation makes it the more spectacular. Its crumpled green ramparts rise and fall in green vertiginous folds and like Maiden Castle once defies the might of Rome. The route linking the chalk hills is an ancient one and is lined with barrows of the Iron Age folk who once made these fortifications their home.  Nowadays, invaders are mostly of the waggy variety as it a favourite haunt of dog walkers. It's also a great location for kite flyers and a this time of year time relatively dry.