As part of our shutdown tasks I have been working on an extensive catalogue with the reference 2DE. This catalogue contains estate records of Seaton and Ford Estates, which were the property of the Delaval family. As I have been typing, Sir John Hussey Delaval, whose seat was at Delaval Hall and his family, properties, servants and other people who worked for him have come to life. The time period that these records covered was around 1750s to early 1800s. 

John Hussey Delaval (17 March 1728 – 17 May 1808) was the 1st Baron Delaval and is buried in St. Paul’s Chapel, Westminster Abbey. He was a well-known landowner and politician. Threaded throughout these records was his life as a politician serving as a Member of Parliament for Berwick upon Tweed. 

The early records that I started with looked into the Seaton and Ford Estates, Northumberland. They show farm accounts, such as labour costs and rents of the many properties of John Hussey Delaval.

2DE begins around 1755, giving me insight into the great importance, extensive and often costly development of Seaton Harbour at Seaton Sluice and its connections to the works at Hartley Collieries, Hartley Bottleworks, salt industry and others. This extensive collection contains evidence about the development and improvement of fire engines for the collieries, machines for raising stones from the harbour amongst others.

Papers and letters in the collection tell of the taking and ransom of one of John Hussey Delaval’s ships ‘The Seaton Sluice’ in 1782. The ship was taken by the Dutch Privateer, Goed Verwagting and was eventually released after taking the Mate, John Hails, was taken hostage. He was held until a payment between the captains of the two ships was made and then he was released.

Other documents from 1797-1799 told of anti-invasion arrangements and the formation of a local volunteer force to protect the coast against privateers. During this time, on 20 June 1796, the French even captured a bottle sloop. 

Further into 2DE gives me an idea of what day to day life was like for the Delaval family. The cataloguing is now moving onto the accounts and inventories of the various houses and properties owned or rented by the Delaval family.  As well as here in Northumberland, they also had properties in Lincolnshire, Surrey and London.  The ordering of furniture makers, masons, and joiners for improvements and maintenance are documented.  Bundles of vouchers show listings of personal and household expenses such as wine, fishmongers, china ware, stationery, and parties. One of the most memorable is a locksmith’s bill in 1761 ‘for cutting 3 screws for a waggon that goes without horses ’. 

A sad entry 2DE/23/5, includes an account for funeral expenses of John Hussey Delaval’s daughter, Mrs. Sophia Jadis, 1755-1793.

This week I will be continuing to delve into the records of the Delavals once more recording the ups and downs, trials and tribulations, the fortunes and losses of the family and their estates.

Sir John Hussey Delaval

In August 1873, a Northumberland shepherd made his way from the Cheviots to the Cleveland Hills in North Yorkshire, with a beautiful drove of white lambs. Accompanied by his faithful collie, they crossed the Tyne at Shields by steam ferry. On arrival, the lambs sniffed the unfamiliar air of a manufacturing town. Suddenly, surrounded by a cloud of dense black smoke, their frolicking came to a sudden halt. This was a new world, this was not home! The lambs made their escape! The streets were suddenly filled with bleating fluffy clouds on legs dashing in all directions. The collie pursued the lambs the best it could, bounding and running, turning and driving. It finally got them all into one flock and brought them to the presence of his master. At the first count it appeared one of the flock was missing and the shepherd raised a cry in the collie’s ear. Away he ran to find the missing lamb but in his absence, the drove was actually found to be complete. 

By the time the autumn sun had set the shepherd still had four miles to go before resting his weary charge. The dog was nowhere in sight. He has searched the town for the supposed missing lamb and had returned late at night to the ferry in search of his master. Men came and went and the dog checked each in turn but the shepherd did not appear. Weak and hungry, he finally settled down for the night.

The collie lingered around the same spot for days, weeks then months refusing comfort, growling at consolation and setting his teeth at the kindest efforts to win him from his despair. He seemed to have a notion that any interest in his welfare, whether it be generous sympathy or substantial food, was almost like a bribe to induce him to forget his former life and enter the service of a new friend. For a full six months his independent spirit scorned all patronage. Offerings of food were laid his way but often he prefered to seek out scraps on the shore and provide for himself. 

The lonely canine became known as Wandering Willie. Night and day he began to travel on the ferry searching for his master. One night the poor beast was thrown overboard when the tide was high. He strove against death and by some miracle he survived the waves!! He was seen a week later, resuming his search. The Shepherd returned the following autumn having heard of the dog’s long lonely wanderings but sadly missed him and could not recover him on that journey. 

Willie was frequently taken home by friendly butchers and farmers as he had awakened the widest sympathy by his devotion. However, in a week or two, he would break away from their care to renew his solitary life. When the close of 1874 drew near, there was a general doubt that he would survive the winter. His frame was slight and he had been reduced to a ‘ruckle of bones’. Luckily the dog began to respond to the kindness shown by people and gradually his glossy black coat returned and the ring around his neck was restored to white. He was even seen to finally wag his tail! Food was accepted more readily with expressions of gratitude. He did not however lighten his labours and pursued them with added energy and zeal. His daily and nightly wanderings in search of his old friend went forward as earnestly as ever. 

Willie became known far and wide and people both rich and poor would try to feed him. He became gloriously fat and very possessive; he began to growl at every dog that crossed on the ferry. On reaching land he claimed the right of being ‘first man out’ and would bark furiously as a proclamation that he had brought all the passengers safely over the water. This he did for several years. Local street children would join Willie, but, sadly, this resulted in such commotion that the poor dog and his ragamuffin comrades were banished from the locality of the landing place. 

After his banishment, Willie was often still seen on the streets of Shields with Ralph the local Ferryman. Blindness and infirmities quickly gathered upon him and at last in 1880, old age ended his wanderings. To commemorate the animal’s fidelity, Ralph had Willie stuffed and mounted and placed behind glass in the Turk’s Head pub in Tynemouth.

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.