Underneath the dramatic ruins of Tynemouth castle and priory lie a series of largely undocumented caves, tombs, vaults and passages. Now collapsed or otherwise inaccessible, we are left with anecdotal evidence thanks to the enquiries of the antiquarians of the nineteenth-century. The community of Tynemouth and its surrounding area passed down stories about the final cave to remain open to exploration.
The cave, known as “Jingling Man’s Hole” and “Jingling Geordie’s Hole” (among other variations), overlooks the bay to the north of the Tynemouth headland. The cave was explored on at least two occasions, around 1778 and 1847. Both accounts describe an arched entrance and a small room containing a well about 12’ (3.6m) deep which leads to two square rooms. A further stone doorway is mentioned but both sets of adventurers were unable to proceed due to masonry blocking the path. Writers have speculated that the rooms may have been dungeons and were partially excavated by artillery men hoping to create a safe passage between the sea and the garrison.
Some theories regarding Jingling Geordie’s identity include:
- A fettered (chained around the ankles) pirate and smuggler of the seventeenth-century who lured ships onto the rocks and used the cave to store his treasure.
- A destitute outsider to the community who took up residence in the cave. His unconventional appearance and solitary night time activity may have led to him becoming a source of terror and fascination for local children. Also fettered.
- A minstrel or jester connected to the castle.
- A member of a group of gamblers using the cave, throwing down his money.
Apart from the eponymous jingling man the cave and its cells have been occupied in popular imagination by witches and wizards. Little information on the nature on the “Wytche of Tinemouth” survives, just an unattributed passage:
“In a gloomy pit o’ergrown with briers,
Close by the ruins of the mouldering abbey,
‘Midst graves and grots that crumble near the charnel-house,
Fenced with the slime of caterpillars’ kells,
And knotted cobwebs rounded in with spells
Stealing forth to find relief in fogs
And rotten mists that hang upon the fens
And marshes of Northumbria’s drowned lands,
To make ewes cast their lambs, swine eat their farrow,
Sour the milk, so maids can churn it not,
Writhe children’s wrists and suck their breath in sleep,
Get vials of their blood, and where the sea
Casts up its slimy ooze search for a weed
To open locks with, and to rivet charms
Planted about her in the wicked feats
Of all her mischiefs, which are manifold.”
The legend of a wizard in the cave was collected by North Shields resident, Robert Owen, whose work passed to William Hone (1780-1842), notable writer, satirist and press freedom pioneer, for publication in his 1827 Table Book:
The wizard controls powerful spirits who protect the vast treasures within the cave from adventurers, none of whom had ever returned. Walter, the son of a knight named Sir Robert enters the cave and fights the spirits, a dragon and hell hounds. With great courage and effort of will Walter avoids being lured into a chasm and reaches the wizard’s treasury just as the complex seems to be collapsing around him. Walter sees a golden bugle horn suspended by a golden chain and blows the instrument three times, despite it appearing to turn into a snake in his grasp. This awakens a cockerel whose crow opens a portal to a grand hall containing the rumoured vast treasure which enables Walter to become a wealthy landowner as reward for his courage.
The final great story connected to Jingling Geordie’s Hole takes place in 1819 and survives thanks to a handbill:
The Public are respectfully informed that the
SIBUR ABDAHALLA
WILL
ON Easter Tuesday, April 13th, 1819,
Display from His
MAGICAL CHAIR
the
WHOLE ENCHANTED SECRET
of
JINGLING MAN’S HOLE
He will before Sunset astonish every Beholder by producing, by
three waves of his Magic Wand, the long-heard-of chest at the
Mouth of the Cave. By a second three waves of the Wand, he will
produce the Lady that has been confined since the Reign of
Severus, the Roman Emperor. By a third Movement he will
command them from whence they came.
Peace Officers will attend to preserve Tranquillity.
Pollock, Printer, 15, Union Street, North Shields.
Sadly, Sibur Abdahalla failed to appear at the appointed time and the ancient spirit was saved the indignity of being summoned and immediately dispelled.
