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  • 200 Years Ago in Norwich : Madame Tussaud Visits Great Yarmouth

    200 Years Ago in Norwich : Madame Tussaud Visits Great Yarmouth

    And another in my series of posts from articles and adverts in the Norwich Mercury from 200 years ago this week, this advert was placed in the newspaper in the first week of May 1825.

    “MADAME TUSSAUD, ARTIST,

    Has the honour most respectfully to announce to the Ladies and Gentlemen of Yarmouth and its vicinity, that by the kind liberality of the Worshipful the Mayor, she will have the honour to Exhibit her Collection as above announced, where she hopes to meet with that acknowledgement which Yarmouth is known to afford to Exhibitions of merit.

    The Collection consists of TWO MAGNIFICENT CORONATION GROUPS, one representing the AUGUST CORONATION of his MAJESTY GEORGE IV.; the other the CORONATION of BONAPARTE; the whole got up at an immense expense, and such as have never failed of giving general satisfaction, having been viewed in Liverpool, Manchester, Birmingham, Bristol, and Bath, by 136,000 Persons.

    There will be a PROMENADE every Evening from Seven till Ten, accompanied by a MILITARY BAND.

    ADMITTANCE ONE SHILLING. SUBSCRIBERS’ TICKETS FIVE SHILLINGS EACH. OPEN EVERY DAY From Eleven till Four, and from Six in the EVENING till Ten.”

    Marie Tussaud (1761-1850) has been unable to return to France as a result of the Napoleonic Wars, so she spent most of her time in England. She started a touring exhibition in 1824, which is the one that reached Great Yarmouth, and in 1833 she eventually settled on a permanent location in Baker Street in London. The growth of the galleries meant that new premises were needed in 1884, where Madame Tussauds is still located today. This must have been quite a sight to behold for the lucky denizens of Great Yarmouth.

  • 200 Years Ago in Norwich : A Case of Poisoning in Great Yarmouth

    200 Years Ago in Norwich : A Case of Poisoning in Great Yarmouth

    Part of my occasional series of newspaper articles from the Norwich Mercury from 200 years ago this week.

    The year 1825 saw the Neal family – Mary, and her adult children Susan and William – at the centre of a grave accusation which was the attempted murder of shoemaker William Halls (or Hales) and his family through arsenic poisoning. Arsenic, readily available and difficult to detect in that era, was a feared agent of clandestine violence, and its alleged use in this case invoked particular societal horror. The crime was not only shocking for its malicious intent but also for its familial dimension, with a mother and her children implicated in a conspiracy against their neighbour and employer. The trial was held at the Great Yarmouth Quarter Sessions and presiding over the whole arrangement was Robert Alderson.

    This is quite a long and interesting article from the newspaper, which I’ll quote in full:

    “From its being generally known that the trial of the Neals for poisoning would be the first on Friday morning, the Court was crowded to excess, and the Recorder took his seat. Mary Neal, aged 42, Susan Neal, aged 21, and William Neal, aged 18, were placed at the bar, charged with having feloniously put a quantity of white arsenic into a boiler containing beef broth, with intent to cause the death of William Hales and his family. It appeared in evidence that Mr. Hales is a cordwainer, residing in Howard-street, Yarmouth.

    His family consisted of himself, Mrs. Hales, three children, and a servant. On the day previous to that on which his family were taken ill, Mrs. Hales boiled a piece of beef in an iron boiler for dinner, of which they all partook, but they did not experience any illness from it. The liquor in which the beef was boiled remained in the boiler, as Mrs. Hales intended to make it into soup the following day for the family. The boiler was placed in a room under the keeping room, and in which Mr. Hales and his apprentices worked at their business. On the following morning the boiler was put upon the fire a short time before dinner, with the liquor in it, and when hot, Mrs. Hales took about a teacup full out of the boiler to taste, and gave her little boy (about three years of age) some at the same time. The servant was then ordered to put in the different ingredients to make it into soup.

    In about ten minutes after Mrs. Hales had taken the liquor, the little boy complained of illness, she therefore took him up-stairs and laid him down on the bed. Mrs. Hales had scarcely done this when she herself was taken ill. Mr. Hales, with his other two children and servant girl, then sat down to dinner, having of course no idea of the cause of Mrs. Hales’ illness. They all at table partook of this soup, and shortly after they were seized with similar symptoms, which caused Mr. Hales to suspect they had been poisoned. He therefore immediately sent for a surgeon, who, on his arrival, administered proper antidotes, which had the desired effect, or a few hours more would have terminated their existence. The whole family were under the surgeon’s hands for some time, but Mrs. Hales and one of the children still retain the effects of the poison, and are very likely to do so. The surgeon took the remaining part of the soup out of the boiler, some of which he gave to a dog, which immediately ejected it: the remainder he submitted to Mr. Davies, an eminent chemist on the Quay, who, on analysing it, found it to be deeply impregnated with white arsenic. It was afterwards discovered that Mrs. Neal and her daughter had purchased a pennyworth of arsenic at the shop of Mr. Suthern, a chemist in Gaol Street.

    They were in consequence, with Mr. Hales’ apprentice, immediately taken into custody, and on their examination before the Mayor, Mrs. Neal stated she was not troubled with rats or mice, nor did she know what arsenic was; but on her being confronted with the young man who sold her the poison, she could no longer conceal the fact, but she said she bought it to kill the mice with which her house was troubled; she, however, had previously stated that they had none in the house. On being questioned as to what they had done with the poison, an altercation ensued between the mother and daughter, as to the possession of it, the mother saying she gave it to the daughter, and the daughter saying she gave it to her mother; the daughter, however, at last informed the officer where he might find it, and on going to the house he discovered it on the top of the clock-case. On examining the paper in which it was enveloped, the chemist’s assistant stated that about one half of the quantity which Mrs. Neal and her daughter received had been taken out. Mrs. Neal stated that the part missing from the paper had been put on some bread and butter, and placed in different parts of the house, for the destruction of the mice.

    Mr. Hales stated that he had been lately compelled to take Wm. Neal, his apprentice, before the Mayor, for misconduct at two different periods, and that his mother wished him to leave, but that he refused to give up his indenture. On the evening previous to the day on which the family were poisoned, Mr. Hales went to his club, leaving Wm. Neal in the kitchen alone, where he was asked, and where the boiler was placed with the liquor in it. The apprentice did not board or lodge with the family. Mr. Hales also stated that Mrs. Neal, the mother, had contracted a debt with him, for the settlement of which he had repeatedly pressed her, but he had as repeatedly been abused by her; and she had lately expressed her fears to a neighbour that he intended to summon her before the Court of Requests. The whole of the evidence against the prisoners being entirely circumstantial, the Recorder stated the law upon the case with his usual ability and perspicuity, and left it to the Jury to consider whether the prisoners at the bar were guilty or not guilty of the dreadful offence of which they stood charged.—The Jury deliberated for a short time, and returned a verdict of guilty against all the prisoners. Sentence of Death was therefore recorded. This trial commenced at half-past nine in the morning, and did not terminate until half-past six in the evening.”

    The crime is one of the most infamous that took place in the town in the nineteenth century and it was followed widely with some considerable interest. The sentence was the final ever death sentence issued by the Great Yarmouth Sessions Court as it lost that power in 1835. And, in this case, it was decided to commute the sentences to transportation. They were held at the Tolhouse Gaol in Great Yarmouth and then sent to Australia for life on different ships.

    Mary Neal, the mother, was assigned to the female convict ship Midas which sailed from London on 24 July 1825 carrying 108 convicts. The ship’s master was James Baigrie, and the surgeon superintendent responsible for the health of the convicts was Charles Cameron and he noted that Mary was “very much emaciated” and she unfortunately died en route on 5 October 1825. The fate of Susan Neal, the daughter, isn’t known but there’s a high chance that she also died during transportation.

    William Neal, the son, was sent on the convict ship the Medway on 2 August 1825, arriving in Van Diemen’s Land (Tasmania) on 14 December 1825. He married Eliza (Clayton) Rowley on 31 December 31 1847, in Avoca, Tasmania. At the time of his marriage, his occupation was listed as a shoemaker which was the very trade he was learning as an apprentice under Mr. Hales, the man he was convicted of trying to poison. He and Eliza had several children and I do wonder whether he actually ended up having a better life with more opportunities than he might have had staying in Great Yarmouth.

  • Great Bealings – St. Mary’s Church (Memorial to Edward Charles Porter)

    Great Bealings – St. Mary’s Church (Memorial to Edward Charles Porter)

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    This memorial to Private Edward Charles Porter is located in St. Mary’s Church in Great Bealings and he was the one villager to lose his life in the Second World War. Edward was born on 18 June 1924 and he was the son of Ernest Albert and Florrie Annie Porter from the village. At the 1939 Register, he’s listed as living at ‘Homeby’ on Boot Street and was working as a market gardener labourer.

    Edward served in the 1st Battalion of the Devonshire Regiment and his service number was 14371165. By October 1943, the 1st Battalion of the Devonshire Regiment was actively engaged in operations near Tamu, a strategically important area in Burma close to the Indian border. Their duties involved extensive patrolling in the Kabaw Valley and along the line of the River Chindwin. This period of patrolling and reconnaissance placed them directly in the path of the impending Japanese offensive.

    The anticipated Japanese offensive, codenamed “U-Go” was launched in March 1944 with the ambitious aim of invading India and capturing the key Allied bases of Imphal and Kohima. As this major offensive began to unfold, the 1st Devons found themselves playing a critical role in the defensive battles. They were heavily involved in defending the series of hills that ran along the vital Tamu Road as this road was a crucial artery for communication and supply, and its control was paramount for both the advancing Japanese and the defending Allied forces.

    The War Diary of the 1st Battalion, Devonshire Regiment, provides specific details about the action in which Private Porter lost his life. On 21 March 1944, the battalion launched an attack against a small, enemy-held hill. This assault was initiated from a feature known as “Devon Hill”. The designation of this starting point as “Devon Hill” suggests it may have been a position recently captured by, or significantly associated with, the Devonshire Regiment, a common practice for naming features in a rapidly evolving battlefield. The attack involved A and B Companies of the 1st Devons and during the assault, B Company, along with the Battalion Headquarters element, came under heavy machine gun fire from well-sited Japanese positions. Two men from the battalion were killed in this specific attack and one of these was Private Edward Charles Porter, dead aged just 19.

    His body wasn’t recovered and he is commemorated on the Rangoon Memorial in Myanmar, a very long way from home. Edward, whose nickname was Jack, gave his life for his country, as the memorial states. His father, Ernest Albert Porter died at the age of 1983 at the age of 95, that’s a long time where he was likely grieving for his lost son, and his mother Florrie Annie Porter died in 1967.

  • Bar Billiards – Out of Retirement

    Bar Billiards – Out of Retirement

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    I had decided this year not to play in the Norwich bar billiards league, but just to loiter around a couple of games and go to the international events in Sudbury. I’ve decided international games are really the future for my natural bar billiards talents where I continue to aspire just not to come last. However, sometimes, a hero is needed and as the Serengeti team captain Roy couldn’t find one, I agreed to play for the team once again. I got to the White Lion a little early to calm my nerves and I went with the landlord Oscar recommended Racing Pigeons from Electric Bear Brewing Company of Bath. As an aside, many things from Bath are a bit exceptional and this was a decent hazy, light, stone fruit packed little number. Anyway, pint in hand, nerves only partially frayed, I was ready.

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    The draw was completed and I always hope to not be drawn third or fourth as that means the food might be brought out and my game play is heavily impacted. First is handy, it gets the game out of the way although last isn’t great as it might be the deciding game and I might crack with the pressure of it all.

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    Right, we’re off. We were playing the team from the Artichoke and my opponent was playing her first league match, which is something that’s usually a curse as beginner’s luck and all that.

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    I’ll take that, but I must admit to feeling the pressure a little and had a fair few rather sub-optimal shots for a while. I always think that playing first is a bit like doing karaoke sober, although to be fair, I’ve never done karaoke but I’ve listened to other people screeching. There’s a choice between grinding in the 10 and 20 shots to try and build up a steady score, or going for some of the bigger shots. I went for a few bigger shots, but only a couple came off, so I reverted to my more normal boring play. But, there’s a job to do, it’s not meant to be pretty.

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    Then watching the next few games and I’d note that this is a sub-optimal shot to have to play. The Serengeti lost the second and third singles games, but there was then a flurry of excitement as the team won the next five matches.

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    And the main event is now here. This year things have changed so players pay £2 each for the food which is provided, but that seemed more than agreeable to me as Oscar does provide a generous spread. Fortunately it was sufficiently generous for me to get two plate fulls (and I would add that I didn’t take these two plates at once) so I was suitably surprised and delighted.

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    Incidentally, I did ask John, the Artichoke’s captain, if his team wanted to have a go at the food first. However, I think he knew that I hoped he would say no, which meant I was the ready volunteer to test matters.

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    The two team captains, John and Roy. Both really wonderful welcoming people and a credit to the league.

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    The pressure was off at this point so I got a Black Stag from Peak Ales, a coffee and chocolate stout with some liquorice evident in the taste.

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    After the five wins in a row, it was time for Guy and I to see what we could do in the final game, although the pressure was now off us. The father and son team of John and Jack were just too strong for Guy and I, but their win was well deserved. The end result was 6-3 to the Serengeti, but there were several close games and it could have gone either way. We did miss Emma shouting about “it’s a timed game” which normally pierces the air like a bar billiards air-raid siren but we did miss her! I’m intending to go back into retirement now, just turning up to a few games to watch and to see if there’s any food going spare….

    And, as another aside, I’ve really enjoyed this whole league thing and there are a record number of teams in the league this year. It’s a way that people can be brought together and hopefully there will be more people engaged and interested with the process, with maybe even more teams next year. Pete has a Youtube bar billiards channel going at https://www.youtube.com/@NorwichBarBilliards and there’s a chance, if he isn’t scared off by editing several hours of me missing 50 shots in a row, then Zak (my official bar billiards trainer and spiritual tormentor when he’s in good form which is nearly always) and I might just embark on a tour of every table in the league. The goal? For me to finally beat him somewhere, anywhere even if I have to tilt the table slightly in my favour. But that’s a saga for another post. Watch this space.

  • Great Bealings – St. Mary’s Church (John Julian Ganzoni, 2nd Baron Belstead)

    Great Bealings – St. Mary’s Church (John Julian Ganzoni, 2nd Baron Belstead)

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    Whilst meandering around St. Mary’s Church in Great Bealings, this grave caught my eye, commemorating the life of John Julian Ganzoni, 2nd Baron Belstead (1932-2005). John Julian Ganzoni was born on 30 September 1932, the only son of Sir (Francis) John Childs Ganzoni and Gwendolen Gertrude Turner. His father was a distinguished figure in his own right who was a barrister by profession and a long-serving Conservative Member of Parliament for Ipswich, who was elevated to the peerage as the 1st Baron Belstead in 1938. The first Lord Belstead had also served his country during the First World War as an officer in the Suffolk Regiment and his mother, Gwendolen, was the daughter of Arthur Turner, also of Ipswich.

    John Julian grew up with an elder sister, The Honourable Jill Ganzoni, who would later become known for her philanthropic endeavours, notably her significant contributions to the Belstead Centre at Woodbridge School, a lasting tribute to the family name in Suffolk. An early, perhaps formative, brush with the world of high politics occurred in his childhood when he and his sister Jill were presented to the then Prime Minister, Stanley Baldwin, at their parents’ Ipswich home which must have been really rather exciting. Such an environment, where political discourse and public service were familiar concepts, likely instilled in the young Ganzoni a nascent understanding of duty, even if his own political ambitions were not to surface for some years.

    When his father died in 1958, it meant that he joined the House of Lords, but it took him several years to make his maiden speech. Matters changed somewhat though over the next few decades as he was given appointments by numerous Prime Ministers. I think we need a table here….

    Role Department/Body Dates Prime Minister(s) Served Under
    Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State Department of Education and Science 1970–1973 Edward Heath
    Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State Northern Ireland Office 1973–1974 Edward Heath
    Chairman Association of Governing Bodies of Public Schools 1974–1979 N/A
    Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State Home Office 1979–1982 Margaret Thatcher
    Minister of State Foreign and Commonwealth Office 1982–1983 Margaret Thatcher
    Minister of State Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food 1983–1987 Margaret Thatcher
    Deputy Leader of the House of Lords House of Lords 1983–1987 Margaret Thatcher
    Minister of State Department of the Environment 1987–1988 Margaret Thatcher
    Leader of the House of Lords and Lord Privy Seal House of Lords / Privy Council Office 1988–1990 Margaret Thatcher
    Paymaster General HM Treasury 1990–1992 John Major
    Minister of State Northern Ireland Office 1990–1992 John Major

    After retiring from Government, in 1992 he took over as Chairman of the Parole Board for five years and was known throughout his career as a compassionate Conservative. He died in 2005 without children and when his sister, Honourable Jill Ganzoni, died in 2022 her ashes were scattered next to his which all seems really rather lovely.

  • Great Bealings – St. Mary’s Church (Font)

    Great Bealings – St. Mary’s Church (Font)

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    As I don’t get out much, I’m always intrigued to see an old font in a church, just because of the considerable heritage that they so often have. This one is likely to date from the thirteenth century, a relatively simple octagonal bowl with recessed arches on the sides and made from Purbeck marble.

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    The circular shaft, with its eight supporting columns, is likely to have been added later. I accept that getting excited about a bit of old stone in a church might seem excessive, but it’s where children were being baptised 800 years ago and that continuity of history does seem remarkable. I like things that are enduring and this has survived through centuries of societal change, conflict and renewal. And that’s not to mention that this font was initially designed for a Catholic Church, but here we are generations later with the font being used for Protestant services. It’s also likely the font where John Carver was baptised.

  • Crowfield – All Saints Church

    Crowfield – All Saints Church

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    Richard and I couldn’t visit the interior of this church as a Christening was taking place, but it’s a quite stunning building and the churchyard also contains the grave of Roy Hudd.

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    The church is located in the village of Crowfield which developed in proximity to Stone Street, an ancient Roman road that connected Coddenham to Peasenhall. The church was central to the original heart of the village, but later development along Stone Street has left the church as a little isolated. The church here was redeveloped to become a chapel of ease in the fourteenth century, acting as a subsidiary church under the jurisdiction of the nearby St. Mary’s Church in Coddenham.

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    It’s the chancel today that is perhaps the most noteworthy, dating back to the early fifteenth century and it’s the only wooden timber framed church in Suffolk. There was a major remodelling of the church in 1862 and the nave was substantially altered, with the chancel being reworked and partly reconstructed. This Victorian rebuilding, which has arguably partly ruined the church but also likely saved it, was funded by Lady Middleton as a memorial to her late husband, Sir William Fowle Middleton.

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    The church has never had a tower, but it does have a rather beautiful bell turret and this was added as part of the 1860s reconstruction of the church. Richard and I are hoping to return to the church to see the architectural treasures that might be located within and to have a closer look at the exterior of the building.

  • Food from Every Stall on Norwich Market (2025 Edition) – Week 10 and Deb’s

    Food from Every Stall on Norwich Market (2025 Edition) – Week 10 and Deb’s

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    This week’s visit on the plan that James and I have to eat at every food stall at Norwich Market was Deb’s, which we visited when we did this market tour in 2023.

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    The hot food options. We were welcomed promptly by a friendly team member who took the order and checked if we were eating at the stall or taking away. I went for a sausage & bacon large bap which was £5.50, an increase of £1.10 since we last visited which is in keeping with the general price inflation of the market. I also asked for the bacon to be crispy and the team member was happy to accept that request, as I sometimes think that some people find my bacon demands as a little sub-optimal.

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    Wise advice, although the bloody things circulate freely around the market now.

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    My bacon and sausage cooking away. James went for a double cheese burger, encouraged by myself to be fair as he was intending to have a single one, and that’s starting to cook on there as well. It was agreed by myself that I wouldn’t wait for his food to arrive before I started mine, as I wanted to ensure I started my meal at the temperature that the stall intended.

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    It’s all a bit cluttered, but I like an authentic feel to a cafe rather than polished steel all over the place. Craft beer bars I like to be on-trend and shiny though of course, I don’t compromise on my standards there. I make this point as this felt like a traditional market stall, the kind of set-up that one might hope to find for a traditional lunch-time snack.

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    The sauce is sweet chilli that I’ve put on. And as a food review, this is as good a bacon and sausage roll as I could desire from a market stall. But let’s take this opportunity to talk bacon, shall we? This wasn’t the anaemic, apologetic stuff you sometimes encounter. This was bacon as it’s meant to be, each rasher a crispy, bronzed warrior having bravely faced the heat and emerged victorious, with absolutely no sign of that dreaded, flabby surrender. I reject the out-dated concept that the fat is somehow the tasty bit, it isn’t, the meat is the tasty bit. I want crunch to this arrangement and that’s what I received. The portion size of the bacon was generous, perhaps overpowering the sausage slightly, but the food all tasted fresh and of a decent quality. I was left surprised and delighted by this roll, it felt like value for money to me.

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    James and his artistic photos. I have to move out of the way of these as he doesn’t want me cluttering them up. He mentioned afterwards that he saw two frozen burgers being cooked and that he wasn’t expecting a gourmet experience. But, he thought they were excellent in terms of their depth of flavour, so that’s another win. He also said:

    “When asked, I must recount a recent gastronomic encounter with a seemingly unassuming double cheeseburger, procured from a purveyor of street-side sustenance – a quintessential market stall, if you will. The bovine patties themselves presented a quite remarkable profundity of flavour, a veritable symphony of umami notes that danced upon the palate with unexpected sophistication. Encasing this delight was a bun of demonstrable freshness, its delicate crumb yielding with pleasing softness. The accompanying verdant assemblage, colloquially termed ‘salad’, provided a most welcome textural counterpoint, its crispness juxtaposing splendidly with the tender succulence of the meat and the molten embrace of the fromage. Furthermore, the entire construction was served at a most agreeable temperature, ensuring optimal sensory engagement. Indeed, this offering transcended its humble origins, representing a paradigm of market stall culinary artistry, a truly delightful and surprisingly nuanced gustatory experience.”

    I was very pleased with this food, the service was friendly, the surroundings were clean and it’s a welcoming stall. I liked that there was quite an array of different sauces and condiments, all which the customer could access themselves so they could have as much as they wanted. The bacon was cooked perfectly, I felt that the pricing was reasonable and this is one of my favourite market stalls so far this year. I also noticed that there seemed to be a higher proportion of regulars than at other stalls, so they’d soon recognise me and my bacon requirements if I went on a regular basis.

  • Crowfield – All Saints Church (James Wright – Commonwealth War Grave)

    Crowfield – All Saints Church (James Wright – Commonwealth War Grave)

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    This is the sole Commonwealth War Grave at the beautiful church of All Saints in Crowfield and it commemorates the life of James Wright.

    James was born on 29 March 1923, the son of Jarvis Wright and Lillian Wright. The family were listed in the 1939 register, something that seems quite poignant when there’s a death, with Jarvis, Lillian and James living together, along with Mabel Buckles (nee Wright). Jarvis ran the Bell Inn at Crowfield and he was also a farmer, with James helping out on the farm.

    On the matter of the Bell Inn, this unfortunately closed in the 1960s and is now used for residential purposes, retaining the name ‘The Old Bell’.

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    James was a Aircraftman 2nd Class in Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, service number 1724940. He died on 5 May 1943 at the age of 20 following an air crash near Milton in Hampshire. He was in an Boulton Paul Defiant aircraft (DR940, RAF 1622 Anti Air Co-operation Flight) which crashed and also killed the pilot Norman Reilly. There’s a strong likelihood that James’s parents were told about his death when standing behind that door at the pub, with only the limited consolation that his body was able to be recovered home to Crowfield as unlike many aircraft it didn’t crash over enemy territory.

  • Crowfield – All Saints Church (Roy Hudd)

    Crowfield – All Saints Church (Roy Hudd)

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    Whilst waiting for a checkpoint to open on the LDWA 100, Richard and I visited All Saints Church in Crowfield to have a little look around. We weren’t able to go inside the church as there was a Christening taking place, but we took the opportunity to have a look around the churchyard.

    Roy Hudd OBE (1936–2020) was a British entertainer who was known for his work as a comedian, actor, author and historian of music hall traditions. Born in Croydon, he began his career as a stand-up comedian and Butlin’s Redcoat in the late 1950s, going on to become a leading authority on variety entertainment and serving as president of the British Music Hall Society. He rose to national prominence through his long-running BBC Radio 2 comedy series The News Huddlines (1975–2001), he was widely recognised on television for his role as Archie Shuttleworth in Coronation Street, as well as appearances in One Foot in the Grave and Common as Muck. On stage, he earned acclaim for performances in musicals such as Underneath the Arches, winning a Laurence Olivier Award, and he was also an accomplished author.

    Roy Hudd and his wife had lived in Crowfield for some time and in February 2014 he unveiled the village’s commemorative sign which is a wooden carving which includes the church. He attended numerous local events, fetes and following his death on 15 March 2020 he was buried at the church. This rather impressive and distinctive headstone was erected at the grave just a few weeks ago and it is certainly eye-catching and its presentation is designed to look like a theatrical poster.