It was a breezy day when a group of
MLHG members gathered to begin our walk along the
South Quay in Yarmouth. I talked of how grand our Quay
used to be, of Nelson who visited and was given the
freedom of the Borough. We wandered to the
Tollhouse to look at the oldest civic building in
the country, dating to 1261, although there is evidence
to suggest there was a building on the site dating to
c1150. The word Toll is a Saxon word and the
building may have been used for the receipt of dues paid
by the merchants attending the Free Fair in Herring once
held on the beach. There was a strange noise as I
chatted my way through the history, a gardener with his
hoe in a bucket pushing it along made us smile.
Walking to the Quay, my competition
now was the noise of the traffic, huge lorries and
cars going about their business completely oblivious to
the buildings and their history. I told stories of
rich Merchants, of Emma Pearson our first British Red
Cross nurse.
Crossing Yarmouth Way, making sure
all were present at Greyfriars Cloisters, the
site of the Franciscan Friars who arrived in 1270, we
paused to admire the 13th Century ruin.
Back on the Quay we crossed the road
and pondered for a while on the Fishing Industry which
had made this town the 4th wealthiest in the country
during medieval times.
We finished the walk in the Town
Hall. When I looked in the glass unit displaying
our civic regalia - shock horror - the two maces and
ceremonial sword were missing. As we entered the
Falcon gallery two porters were carrying the missing
items back. They had been used for the official
opening of the newly restored Venetian
Waterways.
The realisation that I had agreed to
do the walk again encouraged me to find somewhere to sit
and have lunch before I met my second group of MLHG
members. As the clouds gathered I hoped for a dry
afternoon. I explained how Yarmouth was built on a
sandspit which by 1086 supported a small,
thriving community. Again at the Tollhouse I
told the story of Sarah Martin, a dressmaker born
in 1791 in Caister. Sarah became a
devout Christian visiting the Tollhouse working to
improve prisoner’s lives through literacy and
religion.
We made our way to the site of Custom
house built in 1593. No trace of it now due to WW2
bombing. We were the most bombed coastal town
during those years. Having lost so much, we
pressed on - focusing on history still to tell. I told
of previous navigable havens cut to make way for
shipping all of which chocked with sand before
commencing the 7th haven in 1595 under the supervision
of Dutch engineer Joas Johnson to whom we owe so
much. It was written that 600 vessels sheltered
here on one night which otherwise may have been lost in
the storm.
We marvelled at the heyday of the
Herring catch in 1913 when over 124 thousand tons of
fish were landed, and sadness at the decline by the
1950’s.
Across the river we looked at the one
remaining ice house built in 1840, thatched and
incredible to imagine that ice cut from Norway and from
our Broads were kept here for use during the Herring
season.
Daniel Defoe visited Yarmouth in 1724
and was impressed with our Quay, the fishing industry,
the fine buildings ahead of their time in this area, he
wrote ‘This is the finest quay in England if not in
Europe’ reflecting the wealth of the town, Yarmouth had
been for centuries the finest town on the Eastern
seaboard. Daniel Defoe author of Robinson Crusoe,
took inspiration from here as it begins’ Yes, it was
just off the shores of this town that Crusoe’s wonderful
adventures began.’
The day came to a close in the Town
Hall. We viewed the Supper room used for small
weddings, the Courtroom for council meetings, on the
landing the Hutch box first recorded in 1542.
Historical documents were kept in this iron bound oak
box. For me it’s a symbol of keeping safe our
history.
Thank you to those who strolled
through time with me, telling your stories of Yarmouth
too. The history of Yarmouth never ceases to amaze
me and I hope those who joined this historical and
somewhat at times noisy walk enjoyed the day!