There’s a passage running down from the
Square to Mardol Head. It’s called
Gullet Passage. At the head of the passage once stood the Gullet Inn. In the
Middle Ages a stream ran down Gullet Passage to a place of wet horribleness
known as Mudholes, which eventually drained into the River Severn [or Sabrina
Fludde, as it was known back then].
That stream flowed down from a bog that stood on the site of the present
Princess House - subject of so much discussion at a recent Public Inquiry.
I suspect Professor Lalage Brown knew all
this when, at that Inquiry, she suggested that Princess House might sink into a
watery swamp if built out any further. The suggestion was quickly refuted
however. Even back in 1881 when
the old Shirehall was built on the current Princess House site, that pond or
bog had long-since been drained.
However, it’s an interesting fact that the filthy water of that watery
bog was once the town ducking pool [clean water not reckoned necessary when it
came to retribution, apparently].
So how far back does all this ducking go?
The Anglo-Saxon word for the gumble or ducking-stool was ‘scalfing-stole’, so
at least it goes back to Anglo-Saxon times. It was the common punishment for 'scolds' [in other words, women - as if men didn't have the following characteristics - who were quarrelsome,
angry, noisy, argumentative and in need of ducking as an 'engine of correction']. However the Act of
1266 ordered ducking to be meted out to defaulting bakers and brewers too. At that time, a part of what is now
Shrewsbury’s High Street was called Baker’s Row - so the defaulting bakers
wouldn’t have had far to go - and the rest of the street to the top of Wyle
Cop, taking its name from the gumble, was called Gumblestolestrete. Obviously these duckings had a
position of prominence in town life.
By the end of the 14th century,
however, the bog on the Princess House site [also referred to in records as’
the pond’, ‘the Bishop’s Pool’ – after the Bishop of
Bangor – or simply ‘the pool’] was no longer there and the instrument
of punishment was removed to St John’s Hill. A new stool was purchased in 1669, and the Mayor’s Accounts
for 1710-11 record the payment of sixpence for ‘ye carriage of ye Gumble stoole
from St John’s Hill to ye lower end of Mardol.’ As punishments went, this one persisted almost into what we
might think of as the dawn of modern times.
Why am I telling you all this? Is it
because it amuses me to think that a corner of our town currently creating such
a stink should once have been a filthy bog? Well, maybe to a small degree, but
the real reason is that, fascinated as I am by Shrewsbury’s history, a couple
of days ago I went into Candle Lane Books and bought ‘Shrewsbury Street Names’
by John L Hobbs, and it’s there that I stumbled upon this grubby tale of public
punishments under the headings ‘Gullet Passage and The
Gumblestolestrete’.
Have you ever been into Candle Lane
books? If you haven’t and you’re
local, you’ve missed a treat. And
if you’re not a local, never mind - I’ll take you on a tour - but not
today. Tucked away behind the Square
and Princess House, Candle Lane Books deserves a post in its own right. It’s the sort of bookshop I have to
confess I don’t often dare go in.
One of the last times I did, I came out several hundred pounds
lighter. [What a confession, I know, and in public too.]
By the way, most of the information I’ve
just shared with you, courtesy of author John L Dobbs, is referenced by him
from Shrewsbury Public Library’s Calendar of Deeds, the St Chad’s Church Parish
Registers and the Shrewsbury Abbey Cartulary [available on Amazon, I do not
joke, hardcover, in Latin, no reviews, four used
copies available, eighty quid each].
Don’t all rush at once.
Great little verse turned up in my Twitter feet, courtesy of Shroppiemon:
ReplyDeleteAll round the Buttercross,
Up and down St Giles,
Up and down the Gullet Shut
And call at Molly Miles.
I wonder how old that is? I believe Molly kept the Hole in the Wall at one time, so I suppose that would date the song.
DeleteIt's great, isn't it. No idea how old. Have to ask Shroppiemon. Are you on Twitter. If so, and if you reckon you can read Old Shropshire, follow him.
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