In the yard of Trinity House on the Quayside in Newcastle, the longest continuously owned piece of land in the city, there is an anchor taken from a ship of the Spanish Armada. Also, a map from around 1615 in the Duke of Northumberlandās archives shows two Spanish ships exchanging fire with an English ship, which recoils in the wind. As this is happening two English merchantmen are entering the harbour, as two colliers come about off Souter Point.
Was a Spanish galleon, or two, sunk in a battle off Tynemouth in 1588?
References:
āA Map and Its Meaning’, Clavering & Rounding, Archaeologia Aeliana, Series 5, Vol 40
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Penbal 1 – Lee Stoneman
No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid thā historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!āfrom thy crowded port,
Where Europeās brave commercial sons resort,
Her boasted mines send forth their sable stores,
To buy the varied wealth of distant shores.
Here the tall lighthouse, bold in spiral height,
Glads with its welcome beam the seamanās sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampartās length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastionās strength,
Hang frowning oāer the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against thā invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruinād abbey, and its sacred ground.
Jane Harvey
From āThe Castle of Tynemouth. A Taleā (1806)
No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid thā historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!āfrom thy crowded port,
Where Europeās brave commercial sons resort,
Her boasted mines send forth their sable stores,
To buy the varied wealth of distant shores.
Here the tall lighthouse, bold in spiral height,
Glads with its welcome beam the seamanās sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampartās length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastionās strength,
Hang frowning oāer the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against thā invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruinād abbey, and its sacred ground.
Jane Harvey
From āThe Castle of Tynemouth. A Taleā (1806)