
The International Writers Magazine:In Ruins
SOCKBURN
Not in the Lake District
Clegg Jenkin
A
now crumbling early nineteenth-century mansion in a veritably
Brontë-esque location, nearly encircled by a sluggishly flowing
river, banked with giant hog-weed and backed by tall trees; a
legend of a medieval Lord of the Manor slaying a marauding dragon;
the stone under which the dragon is supposed to be buried and
the trough which the locals used to fill with milk to try to appease
its gargantuan appetite still visible (with some effort).
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A ritual greeting
for each new diocesan Bishop with the falchion (now in the Cathedral
Treasury) said to be the weapon that slew the dragon; a farm house where
the poet William Wordsworth lodged for six months in 1799 and courted
his future wife, Mary Hutchinson, where Tom Hutchinson, Marys
brother, once bred a seventeen and a half stone sheep and where the
already-married Samuel Taylor Coleridge fell in love with their sister
Sara; a ruined sandstone church with an important collection of Viking
carvings where a Saxon Bishop was crowned, and which features, together
with images of the dragon, in Coleridges poem Love, inspired by
his feelings for Sara; a deserted village by the vestigial remains of
the earlier, crenellated medieval manor house.
And in the next-but-one village, the church where Lewis Carrolls
father was rector and where the legend of the dragon inspired the young
author to compose the "Jabberwock" poem in 1855.
The place, NOT in the Lake District, is in fact Sockburn-on-Tees, on
the other side of the Pennines, about six and a half miles south of
Darlington in County Durham, a dead end at the very bottom of a long,
narrow meander in the aforesaid river, (check the OS map), accessible
only by one long, thinly-populated lane. Accessible in theory, for the
lane is blocked by a gate some way short of the old settlement, with
an unwelcoming "Private" notice on it, whence neither the
hall nor the farm-house is visible. The motorist has to reverse his
car and return by the way he came; the pedestrian can take a footpath
over a field and cross the river Tees by a footbridge some distance
from the hall.
There is evidence of Roman activity in the area. Sockburn must have
become a very important Christian centre, for records show that one
Higbald was crowned Bishop of Lindisfarne in the church in 781, and
in 796 Eanbald was made Archbishop of York. For centuries, the estate
was in the hands of the Conyers family, and it was Sir John Conyers
who reputedly slew the dragon, which had been terrorising the neighbourhood,
consuming cattle, sheep and humans with equal relish, some time in the
thirteenth century. It is recounted that Sir John prayed all night in
the little church for victory over the dragon, and even offered to sacrifice
his son. After a terrific battle next day, the dragon was duly slain.
The locals dug a hole, buried its corpse, and put a huge stone on top.
"Grey stone" is still marked on maps today. The stone bears
a crack where a farmer in the nineteenth century is said to have tried
to remove it with explosives to no avail, and although it sits
on some of the most fertile soil in the country, no-one else has succeeded
in removing it, or seeing whats underneath.
The falchion, now in Durham Cathedral Treasury, is dated by experts
as being a little later than thirteenth century, but its a rare
survival nonetheless, and contributes to a good story! There are several
other dragon/wyvern legends in County Durham a little further
north near Durham itself the "Lambton Worm" still features
in a song. One suggested explanation for the Sockburn dragon is that
it harks back to a Viking raider in the area who was eventually defeated;
another is that families who were granted land liked to have an heroic
ancestor, to justify, at least in part, their entitlement to that land,
and so they concocted a suitable legend.
For many years, the falchion was kept in Sockburn Hall. Sockburn being
the most southerly point in County Durham, the falchion was ceremonially
presented by the Lord of the Manor to each new Prince-Bishop of Durham
as he entered his diocese for the first time at the near-by bridge at
Croft-on-Tees, with this formula of words: "My Lord Bishop. I hereby
present you with the falchion wherewith the champion Conyers slew the
worm, dragon or fiery flying serpent which destroyed man, woman and
child; in memory of which the king then reigning gave him the manor
of Sockburn, to hold by this tenure, that upon the first entrance of
every bishop into the county the falchion should be presented."
The practice died out in the early nineteenth century but was revived
again when David Jenkins became Bishop in 1984, the Mayor of Darlington
rather than the Lord of the Manor doing the honours. Bishop David is
said to have waved the falchion round his head and promised to fight
the twin evils of poverty and unemployment!
The Conyers family died out in the seventeenth century, and the original
manor house fell into ruins. In 1670, the estate came into the hands
of Sir William Blackett, a Newcastle industrialist and minor member
of the gentry. The farm-house where Tom and Mary Hutchinson lived was
built in the late eighteenth century, but it wasnt until 1835
or so, that the still standing hall was constructed. In 1838, the historic
All Saints church was closed and allowed to become dilapidated
literally, for some of its stones are said to have been used
for road building, - and a new church with the same dedication was built
across the river at Girsby, all at the instigation/expense of the then
occupant, Sir Edward Blackett, who presumably wanted a fashionably picturesque
ruin near his new mansion. It has been suggested that he removed the
few villagers away at the same time, and sources also indicate that
Theophania Blackett (relationship with the above yet to be established)
built the footbridge some way north of the hall and provided the footpath
across the field to it in 1869 or 1870 in order to avoid having the
locals use the ford located near the house to get to their church
late examples of land clearance.
The hall is still in private ownership and in great need of restorative
attention. A few years ago, the National Trust and English Heritage
were said to have expressed interest in it, but it would require the
spending of several fortunes to restore it to any glories it may once
have had. Archaeologists ought to be let loose on the site of the original
manor house and village, and the ruined church (predating the Norman
Conquest by nearly three hundred years, dont forget) should be
properly in the care of the diocese. Little encouragement for either
of these aspirations seems ever to have been forthcoming. This is a
great shame, for such an at one and the same time eerie and romantic
location with so many religious, legendary, historical and literary
connotations deserves to be widely known. The associations with Wordsworth
alone would have ensured it of this, if it HAD BEEN in the Lake District.
© Clegg Jenkin Feb 2006
Clegg Jenkin is
a local historian who lives in the ancient lanes of Southsea and rarely
sees anyone.
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