Thursday 28 April 2022

King's Lynn : The Town

Minster, Museum, Docks and Fishermen

The Dukes Head and the Tuesday Market Square

Norfolk
Kings Lynn & W Norfolk

On our only full day in the town, we set off after a leisurely breakfast on a walking tour, starting from our hotel, the Dukes Head, in the vast Tuesday Market Square.

The Dukes Head is a handsome building designed by local architect Henry Bell and built in 1683. I have been unable to ascertain who the Duke with the head was, but it is now a Grade II listed building. It was covered in scaffolding during our visit and the best view was just after dusk when the lighting shone through the scaffolding.

The Dukes Head Hotel after dark, Kings Lynn Tuesday Market Square

We walked south, the streets of King’s Lynn looking tidy and relatively prosperous. There are many fine older buildings, and most newer ones manage to blend in well enough.

South from the Tuesday Market Square

King’s Lynn Minster

We soon reached the much smaller Saturday Market Square where we found King’s Lynn Minster.

King's Lynn Minster, the western towers.
The dial on the southwest tower shows the tides

Herbert de Losinga, the first Bishop of Norwich started building a church here in 1101. A small priory was attached and the town formerly called Lynn was renamed Bishop’s Lynn.

Little remains of that church, but the base of the south west tower is original…

Lynne at the base of southwest tower. The heights of recent major floods are marked on the wall

….as are the internal arches of the western tower. My photo shows Norman-style arches at the base of the south western tower, though they would appear to have undergone some restoration over the centuries.

Norman style arches at the base of the southwest tower, Kings Lynn Minster

The stained-glass windows beyond the arches dates from 1928 and tell the history of the town.

The church was largely rebuilt in the 13th century, the chancel arcades being the only survivors of this rebuild. The carvings on the chancel stalls were completed in the 1370s. The many heads include Edward the Black Prince, Henry Despenser (Bishop of Norwich) and members of notable Norfolk families.

Carvings on the chancel stalls

By the 15th century the town had become wealthy and the members of the Trinity Guild enlarged the church, building a grander clerestory and the unusual round east window.

The interior as it is now, King's Lynn Minster

The wealth came from the town’s association with the Hanseatic League, and the church retains a sizeable moneybox as a reminder of these times,

Hanseatic Chest, King's Lynn Minster

The northwest tower was rebuilt in 1453 after subsidence left it far from vertical. The brass lectern dates from about this time. The gaping beak was for the insertion of Peters Pence, which were gifts to the church. The reformation brought this practice to an end.

The Lectern, King's Lynn Minster

Henry VIII’s Reformation in the 16th century brought an end to the priory and changed Bishop’s Lynn into King’s Lynn. Locals have always called the town Lynn regardless of who imagines he is in charge.

A gale in 1741 blew down the spire on the southwest tower. This necessitated more rebuilding. The carved pulpit dates from this makeover.

Pulpit, King's Lynn Minster

The inevitable Victorian restoration started in 1874, equally inevitably under the direction Sir George Gilbert Scott. His extensive reworking explains why the interior feels largely 19th century. The huge reredos, designed by G F Bodley and erected in 1899 is the most striking Victorian addition.

G F Bodley's reredos, King's Lynn Minster

After being the Parish Church of St Margaret for many centuries, the church was given the title of Minster by the Bishop of Norwich in 2011 in recognition of its importance in the work of the church throughout West Norfolk.

The Town Hall and Museum of Lynn

The ornate buildings of the Guild who rebuilt the Minster in the 15th century are just across the Saturday Market Square. The now house the Town Hall and Museum of Lynn.

Town Hall and Museum of Lynn across the Saturday Market Square

The museum contains all you would expect in a local museum, from 19th century fairground equipment upwards. It also contains the old town gaol, though the pillory would have been out on the market square in the days when it was in use.

The Pillory in the Old Gaol, Museum of Lynne

Eugene Aram

One cell is occupied by a waxwork of Eugene Aram, who has popped up on our travels several times. He was born in 1704, the son of a gardener in the Yorkshire village of Ramsgill (we visited in 2013). He was a bright lad and his father and his father’s employer ensured he had an education.

He moved to London as a book-keeper but returned to Yorkshire after surviving smallpox. He married ‘unfortunately’ (i.e. he got a local girl pregnant) and became a schoolmaster first in the village of Netherfield, then in Knaresborough (we visited in 2018). In 1744 he became involved in a swindle with a local man called Daniel Clark. The money and Clark (who may or may not have been having an affair with Aram’s wife) disappeared.

Aram went to London, found a job in a school, then wandered a little until settling in King’s Lynn where we worked at the grammar school. In 1758 Clark’s body was discovered, Aram was arrested and taken to York where he was tried, convicted and hanged for murder.

Having been taught Latin and Greek as a child Aram continued studying languages, ancient and modern, throughout his life and was considered a serious philologist. He was the first to suggest that the Celtic languages had Indo-European origins like most other European tongues, and challenged the then orthodox view that Latin was descended from Greek.

A man of many parts, had he been born several hundred years later he would have featured in a campus novel by Malcolm Bradbury or David Lodge. As it is, his story is told in a poem, The Dream of Eugene Aram by Thomas Hood and was fictionalised in an 1832 novel by Edward Bulwer-Lytton which remains in print.

King John’s Cup

By far the best exhibit is King John’s Cup.

In 1216, a few days before his death, King John famously lost the Crown Jewels while attempting to cross the Wash. This cup survived and was brought back to Lynn.

'King John's Cup', Museum of Lynn

That flight of fancy originated in 1640 as an attempt to explain the mysterious cup. Probably made around 1350, the cup first enters written record in 1548 when Henry VIII confiscated a large amount of land, gold and silver from the Merchant Guilds and gave it to the Borough. How the Guilds acquired it is a mystery. It is very unusual in that most ornate cups of the period were religious chalices used for Holy Communion, while this was a wine goblet made for a wealthy and important person, now unknown (sic transit gloria mundi).

The Docks

Medieval Times and the Hanseatic Leaguee

A short walk from the Saturday Market Square took us to the River Great Ouse.

Starting in the 11th century a group of mainly German and Baltic cities banded together to form the Hanseatic League with the intention of creating safe and stable trading conditions for its members. At its peak from the 13th to 15th centuries the league consisted of some 40 cities from Tallinn in the north to Cologne on the Rhine and controlled much of the commerce in north western Europe.

A further dozen ports were ranked as Kontore, foreign trading posts of the league. In the 14th century Lynn’s status as a Kontore helped make it England’s foremost port. The picture below is not just a pleasing arrangement of medieval streets, the white building on the right fronts the last surviving group of Hanseatic warehouses in the United Kingdom.

Hanseatic buildings (and others) near the Minster

The Port of King's Lynn Today

The view along the river suggests that King’s Lynn is no longer a major port, indeed the car parking to the right is much busier than the boat parking to the left. Further downstream a lock gives access to the Alexandra Dock, which is connected to the Bentinck dock. Google’s aerial photograph (2022) shows both empty.

A lonely fishing boat docked on the Great Ouse

A look at a map explains all.

Norfolk - and (inset) the county's position within England
The many pins are the work of Tour Norfolk from whom I have borrowed the map

Kings Lynn’s deep-water channels through The Wash allowed shipping access to a safe and well protected harbour near the mouth of the Great Ouse

Those channels were fine for medieval ships and a harbour well-protected from pirates and other marauders was valued. Today pilots can bring in ships of up to 4,000 tonnes with a maximum draft of 5.5m – small beer by modern standards.

Nonetheless Associated British Ports says King’s Lynn is the preferred Norfolk port for forest products, agribulk, manufacturing and recyclables sectors and handles 400,000 tonnes a year, which sounds a lot, but isn’t

The Custom's House and the George Vancouver Statue

A little further along the river, is the now redundant Purfleet Quay and beside it the elegant customs house. Opened in 1685 it was, like the Dukes Head Hotel, designed by Henry Bell. The customs house is his most highly regarded work and Nikolaus Pevsner called it one of the most perfect buildings ever built.

Since 2000 a statute of George Vancouver, the work of Penelope Reeve, has stood in front of the customs house.

Born in King’s Lynn in 1757, Vancouver joined the Royal Navy aged 13 as a "young gentleman" - a future midshipman.

Captain Vancouver and the Customs House, King's Lynn

Two years later he was aboard HMS Resolution on James Cook’s second great voyage of discovery (1772-75) and then sailed on HMS Discovery in Cook's third voyage (1776–1780).

On his return he was commissioned as a lieutenant, and in 1782 saw action against the French in the Caribbean.

After further promotion, he was sent in 1791 with two ships to survey the Pacific coast of America from what is now Oregon northwards. It took him 4 years to produce comprehensive charts of the American coast and along the way he collaborated with the American Captain Robert Gray off the coast of Oregon and with the Spanish commander Juan Francisco Quadra further north.

Vancouver’s junior officers, friends and associates had mountains, sounds, islands and harbours named after them and he agreed with Captain Quadra that the large land mass they had proved to be an island should be called Quadra and Vancouver Island. In time, usage would rob Quadra of his prize.

He returned to England in 1795 and died in 1798, aged only 40. The quality of his charts, his ability to make allies out of potential enemies and the respect he showed to indigenous peoples make him something of a hero.

Two cities were subsequently named after him, the Canadian city of Vancouver – confusingly not on Vancouver Island, but across the strait on the mainland, and an American Vancouver, actually in Washington State but now considered a suburb of Portland, Oregon.

Lunch in the Tuesday Market Square

Back in the enormous Tuesday Market Square we picked the wrong pub for lunch. Management seemed uninterested in their (very few) customers - we had a long wait for an indifferent sandwich - or their cask ale, which tasted tired.

Just a part of King's Lynn's enormous Tuesday Market Square

True’s Yard Fisherfolk Museum

The fisherman’s quarter just beyond the square was known as Lynn’s ‘North End’. Tiny houses, often dirty and dilapidated, clustered round small cobbled yards with a pub on every corner. In contrast to the South End, where wealthy merchants lived in grand houses, this was an area of deprivation and poverty. In the 1870-80s there were some 400 fishermen in Lynn but by the 1920 there were only 80, and few young men among them. Fishing was a hard and dangerous life, the pay was meagre and when the younger generation had a choice, few chose to fish.

By the middle of last century most of the yards had been pulled down, or fallen down. True’s Yard, built in the 1790s and bought by William True in 1818 had six or more cottages, a smokehouse and a shop, probably a community baker - cottagers paid the baker a coin or two to cook their food in his oven. Four cottages were pulled down in 1937 but the rest were saved from destruction in the 1980s by a local trust. It is now the only remaining yard and is a museum and heritage resource centre.

The two remaining cottages look pleasant enough. They are freshly painted, the yard is clean and the air fresh. They are small, one-up, one-down, but today could be ‘studio holiday lets’ for a couple. The stairs are vertiginous so a youngish couple, though they are certainly not safe for small children. But….

Two cottages in True's yard, King's Lynn

...the cottage on the left is as it was in 1850. At that time, it housed a family of 11, the six younger children sharing a single bed. Downstairs has a brick floor on which the family would dump the day’s catch. The fish were sorted and gutted and the guts washed into the yard. The museum replicates the building, but not the fifth or the smell.

The house on the right has been updated to the 1920s. They have heating and cooking facilities and the rug on the floor indicates that the catch was no longer being brought into the house. There was still no electricity or running water…

Downstairs in the 1920s in True's Yard, King's Lynn

…nor even a toilet. When your chamber pot was full, you dumped the contents in the river. Even without the smell of rotting fish guts, this was not a fragrant place.

The baker would hopefully have added some pleasanter odours, while the smokehouse, with the smell of smoking herrings was perhaps a mixed blessing.

Smokehouse and bakery, True's Yard, King's Lynn

The attached museum, in what was once the local smithy, gives names to some of the people who lived here and tells their stories. Fishing communities are often famous for their knitwear, Aran and Fair Isle sweaters being particular well known. King’s Lynn had its own, known as a gansey. Each family had a distinctive design so when a boat was lost, any corpses washed up could be more easily identified. That says much about life and death in Lynn’s North End.

St Nicholas’ Chapel

St Nicholas’ Chapel is a decommissioned, though not deconsecrated, church, between True’s Yard and the Tuesday Market Square. Illogically it is in St Anne’s Street.

St Nicholas' Chapel, King's Lynn

Despite its size, St Nicholas’ was never a parish church but was constructed in the 12th century as a chapel to St Margaret’s Parish Church, now King’s Lynn Minster. It is in the care of the Churches Conservation Trust, assisted by the Friends of St Nicholas who provide enthusiastic and well-informed volunteers to assist visitors.

St Nicholas' Chapel, King's Lynn

The lectern has similarities with the Minster’s, including an open beak to collect ‘Peter’s Pence.’ Such lecterns are unusual, but King’s Lynn has two.

Lectern, St Nicholas' Chapel, King's Lynn

The carved 17th century memorials on the wall are delightful. I particularly liked Thomas Snelling’s; he lived a busy life as a merchant, alderman and mayor before dying in 1623 aged only 39.

Thomas Snelling's memorial, St Nicholas' Chapel, King's Lynn

The roof is also famous for its carved angels. Mirrors are provided so visitors can take a look – and photos, though some apparently fail to do that. Sorry.

Dinner at Prezzo

After Dining at the Dukes Head yesterday, our researches threw up few other attractive dining options. We settled for a short walk across the square to Prezzo, not perhaps the most conscientiously Italian of the several chains of Italian restaurants currently available, but always reliable.

I should not, though, be too condescending, Lynne enjoyed her goat’s cheese penne and my spicy crab and lobster ravioli were excellent.

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The South Gate

We left King’s Lynn on Friday morning. The day before, in the Fisherfolk museum, we had seen a model of Lynn as it was in Tudor times. The town was then defended on three sides by a wall and on the other by the River Great Ouse. The wall has long gone, but the South Gate remains and we drove past it as we left in the direction of Wisbech and the next post.

South Gate, King's Lynn

So, farewell to King’s Lynn. It is an interesting town, perhaps one day we should return.

Other Norfolk/Cambridgeshire Posts

King's Lynn and Around: The Wash & Castle Rising (April 2022)
King's Lynn: The Town (April 2022)
Wisbech and Peckover House (April 2022)

Hemingford Grey and Green Knowe (July 2016)

Wednesday 27 April 2022

King's Lynn and Around: The Wash & Castle Rising

A Huge Mudflat, a Unique Castle and a Good Dinner

King's Lynn, Where and Why


Norfolk
King's Lynn & W Norfolk
Our first visit to England’s most easterly bulge was a brief camping tour of Suffolk and Norfolk in May 1980. It was also our last visit - until this week. After the cancellation of our February trip to Costa Rica, we felt we had been nowhere for ages, and were desperate to go somewhere so perhaps a Travelzoo short break in Kings Lynn would fill the void – it was a town neither of us had visited before.

Norfolk - and (inset) the county's position within England
The many pins are the work of Tour Norfolk from whom I have borrowed the map

Snettisham

We set off on Wednesday morning on a journey of less than 140 miles that would take well over three hours, there being no fast, nor even particularly direct route from north Staffs to north Norfolk.

We drove round Kings Lynn, continuing up the A149 towards Hunstanton (pronounced Hunston), crossed the Queen’s Sandringham Estate and stopped at Snettisham just off the main road in search of beer and a sandwich.

Snettisham

The Queen Victoria dealt with our needs with less drama than its Walford namesake, then we had a look round the village with its mellow brickwork and occasionally eccentric architecture.

Snettisham

Two ‘hoards’ have been found nearby. The Snettisham Hoard of precious metal, hidden around 70 BCE was discovered piecemeal between 1948 and 1973, and the Snettisham Jeweller’s Hoard, of Romano-British jewellery, hidden around 150 CE, was found in 1985. Both are now in the British Museum.

The Wash

As an eleven-year-old map nerd, I found The Wash a strange and intriguing place; King John had lost his treasure in something that looked too big and too rectangular to be real. I had never been there, or anywhere near, but I noted it down for the future.

The future was in no great rush, so it was sixty years later that we drove to Snettisham Beach. The long straight road was lined with bright yellow broom, while the fields were purple with lavender. The lavender give way to static caravans as we neared the beach, clearly many visitors are expected but not in April and not on a day as cold as this. We parked in a vast empty car park and climbed the gravel bank that defends it from flooding - and the biting wind - to catch our first sight of The Wash.

The was little to see. The tide was out and the inland half appeared devoid of water, so we stared across a mudflat at the low-lying coast of Lincolnshire some 25km away.

The Wash - looking across to Lincolnshire

Scooped out at the end of the last ice-age, The Wash is the combined estuary of the Rivers Witham, Welland, Nene and Great Ouse. Deep water channels run between the mudbanks, most importantly to Kings Lynn, a major port when it was at the mouth of the Great Ouse and ships were small and wooden, and to the River Nene and the port of Wisbech. Over the centuries the size and shape of the estuary have changed, sedimentation and land reclamation have decreased its area, though the recent breaching of the sea wall at Freiston has created an increased area of salt marsh as a natural flood defence and important habitat for wading birds.

Snettisham Beach, not the place for bucket and spade, dip in the sea beach holiday

The Royal Society for the Protection of Birds has a reserve at Snettisham Beach and two of their employees walked past as I was staring out to sea through our binoculars. “What can you see?” one of them asked. “Avocets,” I replied with (some) confidence. “Nice,” she said and told us they were going to check on the ringed plovers, nesting a little way to the north.

Lynne spotted some ducks waddling about where mud and water meet, we decided they were Eiders. Swooping around us were black-headed gulls. They were easy to recognise as they actually had black heads, they have only a black spot outside the breeding season.

When the wind had brought sufficient tears to our eyes, we decided it was time to move on.

Castle Rising

On the way back to Kings Lynn we passed Castle Rising, a village sitting behind a rather odd castle of the same name.

Castle rising behind its earthwork

The Motte-and-Bailey castle originated in Northern France in the 10th century and spread quickly across north-western Europe, being introduced into Great Britain and then Ireland by the Normans. The idea was simple, you built a motte, a heavily defended wooden keep, usually on a mound and protected the surrounding area, the bailey, with a raised earthwork and ditch.

The next development was to rebuild the keep in stone, and then, very often in the early 13th century, to surround the bailey with a curtain wall instead of an earthwork and replace the external ditch with a moat. Then more and more buildings, halls, chapels and store rooms, appeared in the bailey. Castle life softened as the world became less lawless and wealthy families eventually came to prefer a country house, often abandoning the castle. Goodrich Castle in Herefordshire is an excellent example of this sort of development.

Castle Rising is an oddity; a huge earthwork still surrounds a stone keep as though development stalled in the 12th century, but the keep is one of the biggest in England and it has also travelled as far as a stone keep can in the direction of country house.

Castle Rising from the top of the earthwork

The d'Aubigny and Montalts

Castle Rising was built by William d'Aubigny II around 1138. A man on the rise, d’Aubigny had just married Adeliza of Louvain, the widow of King Henry I and was about to become Duke of Arundel. This was at the start of the Anarchy, a game of thrones played between Henry I’s daughter (and Adeliza’s stepdaughter) Matilda, and Henry’s nephew Stephen of Blois. D’Aubigny needed a strong castle, and he had two, Arundel and Buckenham. Lacking strategic value his third, Castle Rising, became a palatial hunting lodge surrounded by deer parks. William d'Aubigny and his descendants enjoyed this facility until 1243 when his great-great-grandson died childless and the castle passed to the Montalt family.

Even a pleasure palace needed a defendable entrance, Castle Rising

The Montalts raised the forebuilding of the keep and added the peaked roof, but they ran out of money and sold the castle to the crown in 1327.

During this time most of the castle activity took place in the Great Hall. The ground floor was for storage only, the kitchens were on the first floor (second floor for American readers) behind the Great Hall.

Storage space below, Great Hall above, Castle Rising

The Lord and Lady of the castle held court from a niche in the wall, conveniently opposite the hearth.

A comfortable niche in the Great Hall for the Lord and Lady, Castle Rising

Isabella of France

The most interesting character to live in Castle Rising was Isabella of France. The daughter of Phillipe IV of France she was married by proxy to Edward II of England aged 10.

Edward’s father, Edward I had been a top-grade medieval war lord, the younger Edward was not. Dad had been the ‘Hammer of the Scots’, his son’s northern venture ended in a humiliating defeat at Bannockburn.

Edward II’s court was riven with factions and he was dependent on favourites, Piers Gaveston being his main influence when Isabella arrived. When Isabella complained to her father that Edward visited Gaveston's bed more than hers, pressure was applied, and Edward performed his conjugal duties. In 1312, aged 17, Isabella gave birth to an heir, the future Edward III, duly followed by a spare and two girls.

Isabella shrewdly reached an understanding with Gaveston but his death in factional in-fighting led to the rise of a new favourite, Hugh Despenser. Isabella was side-lined and members of her household arrested. She fled to France where she took up with Roger Mortimer, Earl of March.

The elegant stairs to the Great Hall, Castle Rising

Isabella and Mortimer returned in 1326 with an army. Edward’s support collapsed and Hugh Despenser was captured and gruesomely executed. Isabella declared her son to be king with herself as regent. Edward II was murdered in 1327, but outlandish stories of his death are probably apocryphal.

Isabella and Roger Mortimer ruled until 1330 when the young king decided to assert his authority. Mortimer was executed and Isabella, still only 35, retired to Castle Rising where she lived in some style until her death in 1358.

Isabella liked comfort, and new kitchens and other buildings were erected in the bailey. After her, nobody took much interest in Castle Rising, it became dilapidated and the outbuildings were quarried for building stone. It has been safely in the hands of English Heritage since 1983.

The remains of Isabella's kitchen and other outbuildings, Castle Rising

Kings Lynn: The Tuesday Market Square and the Dukes Head

We drove into Kings Lynn where we were booked into the Dukes Head Hotel on the Tuesday Market Square.

It is impossible to do justice to a large square – and it is very large – even one surrounded by impressive buildings, in a single photo. A market is still held every Tuesday, but we stayed Wednesday to Friday so I have nothing to report.

Tuesday Market Square, Kings Lynn

The Dukes Head is one of the finest buildings in the square. I have been unable to discover who the relevant Duke was, but I do know it was built in 1683, was designed by local architect Henry Bell and is currently Grade II listed. It is also covered in scaffolding (we were warned before booking), but that is a price that must be paid to keep such buildings in good repair. Oddly, the clearest view through the scaffolding was at night.

The Dukes Head Hotel after dark, Kings Lynn Tuesday Market Square

Dinner at the Dukes Head

Our Travelzoo deal included dinner, so after an aperitif in the bar, we presented ourselves at what the hotel calls its ‘Fine Dining Restaurant’. The Dukes Head holds 1 AA rosette. The AA awards restaurants from 1 to 5 rosettes. 3,4 and 5 being broadly equivalent to 1,2 and 3 Michelin stars. A single AA rosette is, I would think, the minimum requirement to describe your restaurant as ‘fine dining’.

From the 6 choices of starter Lynne selected…

Feta and Courgette Sausage Roll, beetroot jam, toasted pine nuts.

This was a vegetarian dish, the ‘sausage roll’ referring to the shape produced by wrapping strips of courgette (zucchini, to Italians and Americans) round a small pillar of feta cheese. Lynne liked this very much, an unadvertised spike of citrus stopped the feta from cloying and the pine nuts added crunch. She was unsure what made the beetroot ‘jam’, but it was beetroot, so she yummed it up regardless.

Feta and courgette sausage roll, beetroot jam, toasted pine nuts.Dukes Head, Kings Lynn 

Ham Hock Rissole, carrot chutney, chicory

My first choice would have been Asparagus, but for reasons soon to become clear I changed my mind. The sight of the rissole made me doubt my decision, it resembled a huge bug with chicory wings, but in fairness the exterior was crisp and the interior, a sort of pulled ham hock, was surprisingly light, though there was something missing from the flavour. Whatever it was the sweet/sour carrot chutney covered it up, and using the slightly bitter chicory as an edible scoop resulted in a pleasing combination of flavours and textures.

Ham hock rissole, carrot chutney, chicory. Dukes Head, Kings Lynn

Trebbiano Rubicone

A bottle of house white also came with our deal. A clean, fresh, but rather austere Trebbiano, it opened up as it breathed.

Steamed Sea Trout, spring vegetables, Hollandaise

We both chose Sea Trout for our main course. Professional reviewers would never do that but I am an amateur so we can have what we want.

Steaming is never going to crisp the skin, and it did little for the layer of fat beneath, but I knew that when I ordered it. What disappointed me was that the fish seemed flaccid and flabby. It reminded me of farmed salmon, a close relation after all. I was unsure if sea trout is farmed, but I find it is, in Scotland, and I suspect this was an example.

Sea Trout, spring vegetables, Hollandaise. Dukes Head, Kings Lynn

I liked the spring vegetables, the asparagus was particularly lovely – not quite the first of the new season’s English crop for me, I am happy to report. The artichoke was a revelation, a chef-y favourite for a few years now but never one of mine because of its often woolly texture and absence of taste, but this was neither woolly or tasteless. The young peas and baby broad beans were excellent with the Hollandaise sauce.

I avoided the asparagus starter as that too had Hollandaise sauce and once a meal is enough. This also had asparagus, though it was not specifically mentioned, so I made the right decision, but is this good menu planning?

Affogato

Affogato is Italian for drowned. The drowning of a scoop of vanilla ice cream in an espresso can be presented in several ways, the simplest being to serve them in two adjacent cups amd let the diner get on with it.

Affogato, Dukes Head, Kings Lynn

It is a simple, but effective dessert.

Chocolate Bunet, orange sorbet, raspberry powder, cocoa nibs, amaretti crumb

Bunet, originally from Piedmont is less simple. Like pannacotta and cr̬me caramel it is a dolci al cucchiaio - a spoon dessert Рand is made from cocoa, eggs and amaretti, and flavoured with rum. The Bunet was fine if a little one-dimensional - it needed the dried raspberry and the amaretti crumb, where a good pannacotta or (Portuguese) cr̬me caramel requires no enhancement.

Chocolate Bunet, Dukes head; Kings Lynn

Star of the show was the sorbet, not orange as announced, but passion fruit. The powerful fruit flavour, high acidity and intense sweetness made it a delight.

And Finally....

It was a good meal and did the trick of making us feel that we had gone away and done something – a feeling that has been missing of late. It was of a similar standard to other single AA rosette meals in this blog, links to reviews are below. Reviews of Michelin starred restaurants – which really are a step up – can be found by clicking the ‘fine dining’ label on the side bar.

Other 1 AA Rosette meal9
The Speech House, Forest of Dean Gloucestershire (2019)
The Hotel du Vin, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire (2019)
The Hotel du Vin, Stratford-upon-Avon. Warwickshire (2022)
The Dukes Head, Kings Lynn, Norfolk (2022)

Other Norfolk/Cambridgeshire Posts

King's Lynn and Around: The Wash & Castle Rising (April 2022)
King's Lynn: The Town (April 2022)
Wisbech and Peckover House (April 2022)

Hemingford Grey and Green Knowe (July 2016)

Monday 14 February 2022

Stratford-upon-Avon and the Hotel du Vin

Among the 500+ posts on this blog is one from July 2019 entitled Cheltenham: The Hotel du Vin and Brian Jones. There is a little about Cheltenham, but mostly it is a review of our dinner at the Hotel du Vin. This post was intended to redress the balance and be more about Stratford and less a restaurant review. It has partially achieved that aim.

A Valentine's Day Visit to the Midland's Tourist Honeypot

Introducing Stratford


Warwickshire
The other Stratford, the one in east London that hosted the 2012 Olympics, is less anonymous than it once was, so I have carefully defined my Stratford in the title. With a population of round 30,000, Stratford-upon-Avon is the sixth largest town in Warwickshire and the largest in Stratford-on-Avon, the southernmost of the county’s five districts. No doubt, you spotted the missing ‘up’ that distinguishes district from town. Such fine distinctions often pass us by, but should we care? Probably not.

Stratford-upon-Avon in the southeast corner of the English West Midlands

Stratford’s most important citizen died over 400 years ago, but he can still be seen around in statue form; this one is in Henley Street, near his birthplace. The work of James Butler it arrived as part of the 2020 redevelopment.

Lynne and William Shakespeare, Henley Street, Stratford-upon-Avon

Stratford on Valentine’s Day

And is a Valentine’s Day visit to Stratford a romantic gesture? Yes, and indeed, no.

In summer, the town is just too full of tourists, in February all the fine old buildings are still there and unobscured by crowds.

Stratford has plenty of old buildings

But February in England is typically cool and damp and Valentine’s Day is not exempt. Cool and damp are not the adjectives of romance - and most of the tourist attractions are closed.

We knew this and a did not arrive until lunchtime. If we lived further away we would have set out earlier to make a day of it, but Stratford is 70 miles from home (a little to the west of Stoke-on-Trent in the map above) and we feel we can go there any time - though we rarely do - so why make the big effort when little is open?

Shakespeare’s Birthplace

Despite the (waning) effect of Covid and (predictable) effect of the season, Shakespeare’s birthplace was open.

The 16th century timber-frame house now known as 42, Henley Street, was rented and later owned by John Shakespeare, William’s father, for over fifty years. The street frontage used to be more impressive, but the building’s original rather grey colouring is being allowed to reassert itself.

The current entrance is at the back, via the modern exhibition further down the street.

Shakespeare's Birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The substantial garden may well have existed in Shakespeare’s time though used for producing vegetables and accommodating livestock rather than growing flowers.

Snowdrops, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon
A reminder that even in the depths of winter there is hope.

Visitors first enter the parlour, where guests would have been entertained. Finding a bed here seems surprising, but beds were expensive, even to the relatively wealthy upper middle class, and if you had a best bed, you showed it off – and honoured guests even got to sleep in it. This puts Shakespeare’s bequest of his ‘second-best bed’ to his wife in some perspective.

Parlour, Shakespeare's Birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The family and any guests would have dined in the hall where only the head of the household had a proper chair. Food preparation would have been carried out in a building behind the house which has not survived.

Hall, Shakespeare's Birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

Inevitably no furniture has survived in situ, but although some on show is reproduction, most is of the right age. The hall benches were definitely in use (though elsewhere) in Shakespeare’s time.

A bench of some antiquity, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

Beyond was John Shakespeare’s workshop. He was a glove maker and leatherworker and built up a successful business. In 1556 he was elected borough ale taster (now there’s a job!) which brought responsibility for weights and measures and price control. Later he became a constable, then an alderman and in 1568, when William was four, he was appointed High Bailiff of Stratford, a position that brought both power and responsibility.

In 1576 he was rich enough to educate his sons and to buy the next two houses in Henley St, combining them into one dwelling – I think that includes the current gift shop. After that he over-reached himself, becoming involved in unlicensed wool-trading and money-lending. He lost his position in society and endured some difficult times.

Buttery, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

Upstairs was the main bedroom. The mattress was stuffed with hay, goose down mattresses being the preserve of the very wealthy. The batons sticking up on either side could be removed and were used to beat the mattress before retiring. This would have some cleaning effect and stop compression and explains why ‘hitting the hay’ now means ‘going to bed’.

Master bedroom, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The children used the next bedroom. John and Mary Shakespeare had eight of whom William was the third, oldest of the five who survived infancy.

Children's bedroom, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

John left the house to his oldest surviving son at his death in 1601, but William already had a Stratford home and leased out this building as an inn. It remained in Shakespeare ownership for a couple of generations until they ran out of heirs - William Shakespeare has no descendants.

The Avon and the Royal Shakespeare Theatre

Leaving the great man’s birthplace, we walked down High St and Sheep St…

High Street, Stratford-upon-Avon

… to the River Avon. The river rises near Naseby in Northamptonshire and flows southwest for 75 miles before joining the Severn at Tewkesbury. ‘Avon’ derives from the ancient Brythonic word for river (like modern Welsh afon - the single ‘f’ pronounced as a ‘v’) so the River Avon is a tautology – which maybe accounts for why there are so many of them. To avoid confusion, this is the Warwickshire Avon, or Shakespeare’s Avon.

Lynne beside the Avon at Stratford

Swans are always associated with the Avon, but there were also plenty of (mainly Canada) geese, pigeons and black-headed gulls. A woman was feeding the birds; twice they gathered in great numbers at her feet, then something spooked them and they all took flight at once. Surprisingly they do not seem to fly into each other.

Birds take flight beside the Avon, Stratford

I photographed a small gull in Bakewell in 2019. My knowledgeable friend Francis, identified it as a black-headed gull. ‘But it does not have a black head,’ I objected. ‘It’s in winter plumage,’ was the answer. The photo was taken in July but, Francis informed me, it goes into winter plumage as soon as it has finished breeding. So why is it called black-headed when it only has a black head for three months of the year?

Black-headed gull (in winter plumage) beside the Avon, Stratford

The Royal Shakespeare Theatre is right beside the river. It was under reconstruction for several years, but has emerged still recognisable as the building it was. It has grown a tower which, I am told, gives excellent views across the town, but of course, it was closed.

Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon

When we lived nearer, we visited the theatre regularly but it is ages since we went and we cannot blame covid for more than a small fraction of it. I think we should make the effort.

Shakespeare’s Grave

After visiting his birthplace and the theatre that helps keep his work alive, we ambled down beside the river…

Walking beside the Avon

…to Holy Trinity Church where he is buried.

Holy Trinity Church, Stratford-upon-Avon

I had not expected the church to be closed, but Mondays are never a good day. Fortunately, I have a photo of Shakespeare’s grave from an earlier visit. He was buried on the 25th of April 1616, so he probably died on the 23rd, his 52nd birthday. Shakespeare paid a considerable sum to be buried inside the church rather than in the graveyard, but recent research has shown the grave is only a metre deep. Souvenir hunting was popular at the time so there is a curse - half hidden by the altar rail - on any who disturb his bones. He has probably lain here unmolested for over 400 years.

Shakespeare's Grave, Holy Trinity, Stratford (2006)
Shakespeare Memorial

Strangely I did not photograph the memorial on the wall just to the left of where I was standing, so I have borrowed Wikipedia’s. (The work of ‘Sicinius’, it is reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International). The figure and pillow were carved from a single limestone block probably by Gerard Johnson. It must have been made before 1623 as it is referenced in the First Folio, published in that year, and may be as early and 1616 or 17. The sculptor had the assistance of people who had known Shakespeare, and possibly of a death mask. It has been criticised as a work of art, but it is as good a likeness as we can have of a man who died so long ago.

The Hotel du Vin, Stratford

It was time to walk to our hotel and check in. The rain had held off most of the afternoon, but not for this final walk. Never mind, the hotel was doing its best to celebrate the day.

Valentine's Day at the Hotel du Vin

Dinner at the Hotel du Vin, Stratford

At the appropriate time we presented ourselves in the dining room for the 3-course Valentine’s Day dinner which included a glass of Champagne with the starters.

Chicken Liver Parfait

From six first course choices, Lynne went for the chicken liver parfait with raisin chutney and brioche toast. She has a long-held belief (which I actually share, but express less forcibly) that brioche is breakfast food and its creeping colonisation of savoury dishes should be resisted. She made her speech, ordered the dish regardless and complained not at all – except to say was a bit large with two courses to come – but we can’t eat like we used to. Getting older is no fun.

Chicken Liver Parfait and a glass of Champagne, Hotel du Vin, Stratford

Pissaladière

The dish originated in the Liguria region of Italy and long ago spread along the Mediterranean coast into France, this version being described on the menu as niçoise. The unfortunate sounding name derives from peis salat, salted fish in the old coastal dialect. It traditionally has four basic ingredients, a dough base, caramelised onions, anchovies and black olives.

Pissaladière, Hotel du Vin, Stratford

In this case the ‘base’ was a pastry coffin. The pastry was a touch claggy, but the filling of soft, sweet onion flecked with shards of savoury/salty anchovy was delightful. The black olives were ‘à la Grecque’ and I would have preferred something less aggressive – little niçoise olives preserved in brine would have been perfect. The rest, some leaves and a quail's egg, looked pretty and the leaves were fresh and crisp, but all would have benefitted from a splash of olive oil.

Pan-Seared Duck Breast

Despite the fish, vegetarian, vegan and two beef options we both went for pan-seared duck breast with fondant potato and Agen prunes.

Pan seared duck breast, Hotel du Vin, Stratford

My duck breast was appropriately pink, the skin nicely seared, but it could have been more tender and ducky-flavoured. I blame the beast rather than the chef. Prune juice, as Commander Worf once averred, is a warrior’s drink, and the Prunneaux d’Agen of south west France, are the most warlike of prunes. So much so, they rather overwhelmed the duck.

Vin de Madiran

The hotel is justifiably proud of its extensive wine list. Looking beyond the recommendations on page one there is an interesting mix of expensive classics and cheaper regional wines. I chose a Madiran from south west France - at under £35 it was inexpensive by restaurant standards. Made from the local tannat grape known for its dark colour, firm tannic structure and raspberry aromas, it lived up to its reputation and was, we thought, a good choice.

Sorbet and Crème Brûlée

Lynne only had space for a scoop of raspberry sorbet, which slid down nicely. I would have liked to try their ‘selection of artisan cheeses’ but although the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak and I settled for the crème brûlée. The vanilla custard was less sweet than usual, but I liked that; who needs more sugar when you have cracked your way through the glazing?

This was our second Hotel du Vin dinner, both were good enough to be worth a review, but neither hit any great heights. These are not Michelin starred menus – but nor are they Michelin star prices – and I appreciate a menu prepared to take a few risks, even if some do not come off.

Other 1 AA Rosette meals
The Speech House, Forest of Dean Gloucestershire (2019)
The Hotel du Vin, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire (2019)
The Hotel du Vin, Stratford-upon-Avon. Warwickshire (2022)
The Dukes Head, Kings Lynn, Norfolk (2022)