Walking the Lea Valley 11 - From Ware to Hertford

The final leg of our rambles along the Lea Valley brought us gazebos, a historic school, a bed mentioned by Shakespeare, a floral bear and even a buzzard.

The gazebos were a surprise. They line the river, and were mostly built in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries by innkeepers whose establishments ran along the High Street, and who sought to provide quiet areas for leisure and refreshment away from the coaches and carts. (Ware was an important stop on the Old North Road, being less than a day from London.) In the 1850s there were 25 of them. After World War II, they fell into disrepair because of threatened demolition for a proposed service road between the High Street and the river. Luckily the threat was eventually lifted and restoration began.

Behind the High Street we found a yard with the figure of a Bluecoat pupil over it. This led to a charming public garden in front of the 14thc manor house that served as a Bluecoat charity school from 1685 to 1761.

An adjacent row of cottages provided accommodation for 150 boys and the nursemaids who looked after them. Today the manor house is cared for by the Hertfordshire Building Preservation Trust.

More reminders of Ware’s past were all along the High Street – blue plaques marking the passageways that used to lead to the stables of the coaching inns. One commemorates the White Hart, now demolished. This was the home of the Great Bed of Ware, built in 1580 by a Hertfordshire carpenter, Jonas Fossbrooke. More than three metres wide and publicised as being able to sleep 12, it was said to draw travellers to break their journey there, just to spend a night in the bed. Its fame even led to a mention in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. Now a prize exhibit at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, in 2012 it returned to Ware Museum for a year, thanks to a Heritage Lottery Fund grant.

Ware also has an ancient priory, founded by the Franciscans in 1338. It became a private residence with the Dissolution of the Monasteries under Henry VIII and is now a wedding and conference venue.

In the surrounding gardens was an enormous floral bear, part of the Ware in Bloom initiative.

The path took us back to the river, where mallards foraged for food around huge gunnera plants. A few of the trees that line the banks were just starting to show the first signs of autumn.

Houseboats, however, were still ablaze with summer flowers.

The surrounding meadows were full of Canada and Greylag geese.

One of our group identified a buzzard’s call (they sound like a mewing cat) and finally spotted it hovering over some the trees.

When we reached Hertford Lock we were intrigued by this metal plaque beside the towpath, and its letters, RLT. Our guesses as to what they represented were right – later investigation showed it was a boundary marker put up by the River Lee Trust in 1866, probably to mark the realignment of the Lee Navigation.

As we approached Hertford itself, allotments appeared and the waterway became crowded with boats.

We walked into Hertford, which we had visited early on in our exploration of the valley (see http://greenjottings.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=hertford) and returned to the historic Salisbury Arms Hotel for a very welcome pub lunch. Then it was back to Hertford East station, and the train home.

Walking the Lea Valley (2): Hertford

The latest leg of our walking group’s ramble along the Lea Valley saw us in Hertford, not far from the Lea’s source. Here it is joined by three other rivers – the Rib, the Beane and the Mimram, which have all contributed to the town’s prosperity. Hertford has a long history, so there was a lot to see. 

We had arrived at Hertford East station, a Victorian gem dating back to 1888 and now a Grade II listed building. The ceiling of the ticket hall is embellished with plasterwork and the elegant front has arches that provided shelter for horse-drawn vehicles. 

Across from the station is a branch of what was Christ's Hospital School, founded in London by Edward VI in 1552 for the education of poor children. The Hertford premises were established as an overspill in 1682 and remained as a Bluecoat school until 1985, when pupils were moved to Horsham and the buildings sold.

Today, they contain offices and sheltered housing, but two painted statues of boys in traditional uniform still decorate the gates.

 Next stop was outside a very plain brick building that is the Friends' Meeting House. Built in 1670, it’s the oldest of its kind in the world still used as a place of worship. Quaker leaders George Fox and William Penn are known to have worshipped there. The gate was locked, but we could peer through at the carefully-tended front garden.

A short walk took us to the park that surrounds the restored Gatehouse, all that remains of Hertford Castle, and now used as municipal offices. Built on the site of a Norman castle, it was much visited by royalty, including Elizabeth I.

 A stone commemorates the first general synod of the English church, held nearby on Sept 24 673 AD.

Today, the park is a green and peaceful oasis.  The Lea flows through it, while geese and ducks waddle along its banks in hope of scraps from picnickers. 

Much of the town’s prosperity came from the river. Hertfordshire was a major corn-producing area, and a mill beside the Lea was recorded in the Domesday book. The brewery industry still flourishes there: we could smell the yeast well before we crossed the Mill Bridge and reached McMullen’s brewery, a family business founded there in 1827.

We admired it from the outside, then decamped to another part of the McMullen empire, the Salisbury Arms Hotel, to try their ale while tucking into a pub lunch of very generous proportions.

With low ceilings, blackened beams and a Jacobean staircase, the inn is where Oliver Cromwell stayed in 1647 before reviewing his troops. Some have reported seeing his ghost there. Reinvigorated, we made our way back into the High Street, where once lived Samuel Stone, who went on to found Hartford, Connecticut. There is some fine pargetting on buildings there, and I was impressed with the number of independent local shops that seemed to greatly outnumber the usual chains.

On Bull Plain we paused for a brief visit to the museum. One of its highlights is a collection of toothbrushes, donated when the local Addis factory closed. Just a fraction are on show – there are 6000 in total, conserved and labelled by volunteers. Other items include an 1830s shepherd’s smock, archaeological and natural history findings, household utensils and children’s toys.

Then it was back to the river, this time the Lea Navigation. Passing a row of picturesque cottages, we came across several brightly-coloured barges tied up at the visitor moorings. One even had a rotary clothes line on its deck. The Lea Navigation then meets and runs alongside the River Lea, the two separated by a walkway.

The trees were starting to gain their autumn colours and the low autumn sun glinted on the water. We stopped to watch the swans sailing gracefully past the boats moored in the basin.

Then it was time to return to the station, happily just around the corner. We didn’t quite make it to the Mimram, the Beane, or the Rib, but perhaps that’s for another day.

An interesting historic fact that I didn't discover until later:

This peaceful little town saw the trial of the last person to be condemned to death for witchcraft in England. In 1712 Jane Wenham, who had a reputation of being a 'wise woman', complained to a local magistrate that a farmer had called her a witch. She was offered a shilling as compensation, but wasn’t content with this, and when a servant of a local clergyman who had acted as mediator fell ill, the servant blamed her and said she’d seen cats with Jane’s face – a claim supported by other villagers. Eventually Jane was brought to trial, and although the judge ridiculed the idea of witchcraft, the jury found her guilty. The judge had by law to pronounce a death sentence, but later was able to use his influence to get her a royal pardon. It wasn't until 1736 that the laws against witchcraft were repealed.