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General Information on Burton
Bradstock
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Burton Bradstock
Henry I gave the village and living of Burton Bradstock to the great
Normandy abbey at Caen in exchange for the royal regalia of William
the Conqueror, which the monks claimed had been gifted to them by
the dying king. The lovely village was considered a reasonable exchange
for England's Crown Jewels.
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The Burton Bradstock Estate
“BURTON BRADSTOCK formed part of the great Estates
of the Pitt family, and has been closely linked with the history
of the Country since the middle of the seventeenth century.
Originally owned by a John Taylor of Burton Bradstock,
an Alderman of London who died in 1641, it passed to his son-in-law,
Sir Thomas Freke of Iwerne Courtney, Baron of the Exchequer and
M.P. for Dorset, whose descendants were tenants of Hinton St. Mary
Manor House (the seat of the present owner) for over two hundred
years.
Sir Thomas Freke’s grandson, another Thomas,
left Burton Bradstock, Hinton St. Mary, Shroton and other lands
to his daughter-in-law and the reversion to George Pitt, of Stratfield-Say;
this succession amalgamated into one ownership one of the great
estates of the West Country and subsequently passed to George, the
eldest son, who was created, in 1776, Baron Rivers of Stratfield-Say,
which place his son, the second Baron Rivers, sold to the Government,
when it was presented by Parliament to the Duke of Wellington.
From the second Baron Rivers, a great-uncle of General
Pitt-Rivers of Rushmore, the Estate was eventually inherited by
Mr. Pitt-Rivers of Hinton St. Mary.
The History of Burton Bradstock could not be written
without reference to its seafaring association, legal or illegal.
There are many legends of the activities of smugglers operating
in the area; old documents of the proceedings of the Court Leet
and Court Baron of Burton Bradstock record the admission as tenants
of the Estate cottages many mariners, and many of the present Tenants
can trace their ancestry on the Estate for generations.”
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Extract of a report on a talk
to the Dorset Natural History &
Archaeological Society by Maurice Ouseley contained in the
Dorset Daily Echo on Tuesday, January 4th 1938
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Extract of a report on a talk by Maurice
Ouseley in the WI Hall
contained in the
Dorset Daily Echo on Tuesday, January 4th 1938 |
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Extract from:
The Dorset & Swanage Times, JANUARY 6,
1938
on Maurice Ouseley's presentation
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A sample of some of the adverts
taken from the Burton Bradstock,
Shipton Gorge and West Bay Church magazine in the 1920's
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| A montage of old village
adverts from the 1960's or 1970's |
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Many boys from Burton went to sea and spent their time away from home,
coming back occasionally with astonishing tales. Here's Joseph Gear's
story. |
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| 1903 map of Burton Bradstock
showing the names of every field in the village! (TIF image and text
files as alternatives.)
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| Notes on a Sixteenth Century
Indenture of Lease (reasearched and written by Mr Maurice H Ouseley,
a local historian). |
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| 1923 map of Burton Bradstock
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Extracts on press reports
of two major fires in Burton Bradstock
in 1843 and 1854 |
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Example of the Darset lingo.
" - I were up Clayhanger, and the baby were due thik night,
and the pains were comin' on bad. Zoo I put the wold 'ooman
on the back of me motor-bike and set off for Bridport Hospital.
Well, the pains came on wuss than ever by the time I reached
Burton, zoo I stopped at the kyosk, rang up the Hospital and
zaid to Matron, 'Yurr, my wife's having a baby!' 'How far have
'er got?' asked Matron. 'Burton Bradstock,' I zaid!"
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Some more of the Darset lingo.
“...the boat were down Freshwater thik time,
and I were only a young chap then so ‘twas I they zent back
for to get the cider jar filled up. Well, I got’n filled
up, and cor! ‘twas tarble hot, so I had two-dree pints o’
scrumpy myself ‘fore I started back. Went to my ‘aid,
zno! I slung the jar over my shoulder on its string and champed
off to Freshwater—and as I got over the stile at Southover
the jar must ha’ swung over and hit the geäite-post;
‘cos when I got back to Freshwater there wadden no jar, just
the cark, like, on the end o’ the string. Cor, didden they
take it out of I!”
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