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Prior’s Haven

Priors Haven Carmichael painting

Today, people mainly associate the Longsands with Tynemouth. But in the past, the Haven was Tynemouth’s most popular spot for visitors and bathers. This is because before the railway was built, getting to Tynemouth was a rather more difficult task and was the preserve of people with relatively higher incomes and leisure time at their disposal. In the 18th and 19th centuries, people would typically arrive at the Haven by boat and when steam vessels were in use, they would land at either Rogerson’s Jetty that ran out from the Spanish Battery, or at the Pier just past where the four posts remain today.

The Victorians understood the health benefits of hold and cold bathing and the Haven was home to two immensely popular enterprises related to this. These were the donkey-pulled bathing machines (see also the Longsands Lost Features entry) and covered boats owned by the Fry family, as well as the hot and cold saltwater baths which were situated on the grassy area behind the Sailing Club. There is still a cast iron pipe for the baths that you can see on the beach at low tide.

In total it took 56 years to build the North Pier. The first one was started in 1854 and took 44 years to build, but it was destroyed in a storm. The Tyne Improvement Commission, the forerunner to the Port of Tyne Authority, then had to start construction from scratch, so it wasn’t fully finished until 1903.

This adversity and the scale of the struture made the building of the North Pier one of the most mammoth engineering feats in the country at the time. Because the Pier takes the full force of the North Sea, it had to be made significantly bigger than the slightly longer South Pier opposite. The distance between the two piers at the entrance is 360 yards.

If you keep your eyes peeled as you walk along the Pier, you will come across a ceramic doll’s head buried in the cement between two of the granite blocks. It was inserted there as a Victorian curiosity and it is apparently good luck to touch it. There’s a very worn counterpart at the end of the South Pier as well.

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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 th’ historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!—from thy crowded port,
Where Europe’s 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 seaman’s sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampart’s length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastion’s strength,
Hang frowning o’er the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against th’ invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruin’d abbey, and its sacred ground.

Jane Harvey
From ‘The Castle of Tynemouth. A Tale’ (1806)

Photograph: Lee Stoneman

Photograph: Lee Stoneman

Penbal.uk

No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid th’ historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!—from thy crowded port,
Where Europe’s 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 seaman’s sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampart’s length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastion’s strength,
Hang frowning o’er the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against th’ invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruin’d abbey, and its sacred ground.

Jane Harvey
From ‘The Castle of Tynemouth. A Tale’ (1806)

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