On day three of our mini-holiday in East Yorkshire, the heatwave predictably broke, clouds returned, the temperature plummeted and the panic was all over. This is England not the Costa Blanca.
So we made the short car journey to nearby Bridlington. Bridlington remains a busy seaside resort because it still has a railway service and after the city of Hull is the second largest settlement in East Yorkshire.
We decided against the harbour and the beach because we had been there previously and quite frankly it is a bit too much English seasidy for us and the seagulls are a nuisance and went instead to the old town. Free Parking! Where can you find Free Parking these days? Answer – Bridlington Old Town.
The historical centre of Bridlington is absolutely wonderful.
A cobbled street of rapid decay locked into a bygone age, the original Georgian shop windows are grubby, the displays are many decades out of date, the window frames are flaking and pock-marked, no wonder then that they choose this location for filming the remake of the comedy series ‘Dad’s Army’ in 2014. Being a huge ‘Dad’s Army’ fan I was really happy about wandering along this special street and made a note to watch the film when I was back at home. And I did!
We parked the car close to the Bayle Museum, the original fortified gatehouse to Bridlington Priory. It had free admission so I wasn’t expecting a great deal but as it turned out it was well worth almost an hour of time spent exploring the seven rooms and the history of Bridlington. So good in fact that I didn’t have to think twice about paying a voluntary contribution on the way out. That is unusual for me.
Next we visited the nearby Priory. In the days of its medieval glory Bridlington Priory was one of the great monastic houses of England. Its wealth and possessions made it a key monastery in the North, one of the largest and richest of the Augustinian order. The Priory is just a church now and a fraction of its previous size courtesy of the insistence of Henry VIII that it should be demolished in 1537 to remove the potential Catholic pilgrimage site of Saint John of Bridlington. Henry didn’t like Catholic Saints and Pilgrimages as this challenged his new self-appointed role as Head of the Church of England.
Saint John of Bridlington, it turns out is one of the most famous of English Saints and I am ashamed to admit that I had never heard of him before now.
A little about John courtesy of Wiki…
Born in 1320 in the village of Thwing on the Yorkshire Wolds, about nine miles west of Bridlington, educated at a school in the village from the age of five, completing his studies at Oxford University and then entered the Augustinian Canons Regular community of Bridlington Priory. He carried out his duties with humility and diligence, and was in turn novice master, almsgiver, preacher and sub-prior. He became Canon of the Priory in 1346 and was eventually elected Prior in 1356. He served as Prior for 17 years before his death on 10 October 1379.
During his lifetime he enjoyed a reputation for great holiness and for miraculous powers. It is claimed that on one occasion he changed water into wine. He brought people back from the dead and restored a blind man’s sight. On another, five seamen from Hartlepool in danger of shipwreck called upon God in the name of John, whereupon the prior himself walked on water and appeared to them and brought them safely to shore.
It seems that anything Jesus could do, John of Bridlington could match.
So good was John at performing miracles that according to legend he continued to perform them even after he had died of the plague and he continued to bring people back from the dead for some time. That’s a very good trick if you can do it. These days I imagine John would be admitted to the Magic Circle.
John of Bridlington was canonised and declared a Saint by Pope Boniface in 1401, he was the last English Saint before the Reformation and the dissolution of the Monasteries in the reign of Henry VIII.
A Saint has to be a patron Saint of something and although John is associated with fishing the patron saint of fishermen had already been bagged by Saint Andrew (I will make you Fishers of Men and all that stuff) so Saint John needed something else. The Spanish Saint Raymond Nonnat is the patron saint of pregnancy and childbirth but Saint John is very specifically the patron saint of difficult childbirth. I kid you not. You could not make it up.
The best bit about the church was a side chapel reserved for prayer where people are invited to leave a note requesting a prayer (or a miracle). This one was my favourite…
Other Unlikely Saint Stories…
Saint James and Santiago de Compostella
Saint Janurius and the Miracle of the Blood
The Feast of Saint Paul’s Shipwreck
Bridlington, a place that brings back memories. I had an audit client up there and on one of the audits we got snowed in!
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I hope you were in a good hotel.
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If I recall correctly we were staying at a hotel on the sea front but we ended up having to bunk up with the company’s management at their hotel called Fenn’s Farm. The MD gave up his room for me.
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Free parking, eh!
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Brilliant!
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😄😄
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Fascinating stuff! There’s free parking after 4pm in Penzance!
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That does surprise me!
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A good story, and you’ve got to love a saint born in a village called Thwing.
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Absolutely. Thanks Margaret.
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I’d never heard of this St John, either
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There are probably dozens of them.
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What a delightful visit. The last note was precious but I particularly like the statue of the beautiful woman knitting
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She is knitting a fisherman’s garment called a gansey. https://www.bbc.co.uk/northyorkshire/content/articles/2007/09/17/fishermens_ganseys_feature.shtml
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I had no idea there was a second character capable of turning water into wine. I may have to redirect my future prayers!!
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I can turn wine into water!
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Hi Phil and Michaela. I am reading your posts but have difficulty in leaving comments. Your site now requires me to subscribe by email before I can comment and I don’t want to do that. Did you intend to make that change?
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Hi Andrew. We’ve got the same problem trying to leave comments on everyone else’s site. It’s a WordPress cock-up, they’ve made some changes and f*cked up their own system! I’ve found a way round it. Try going in via “reader” instead of from the email, and then select “see all comments”. It’s a bit long winded (and a bit of a pain) but it’s worked for me so far. See if that works.
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I am using the Reader and always have but it remains at the same status. Weird.
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You may be able to see people’s responses to our post about it. There’s clearly an unholy mess at WP this week.
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I love the statue of the woman knitting too. Looks an interesting place (don’t think I’ve ever been).
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She is knitting a gansey, a traditional fisherman’s garment in Yorkshire. Each fishing port had a unique design so that men and boats could be easily identified.
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I wonder why he didn’t bring himself back from the dead; he could have done so much good.
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That is a very good point.
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Changing water to wine has always seemed a more valuable skill to me than walking on water, Andrew.
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I would also rate that higher Curt.
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Not surprised, Andrew. 🙂
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My late great aunt owned a couple of houses on the sea front that were turned into holiday flats, and that’s where my childhood love for the place began. I love the old town too and I’m pretty certain her funeral was at the priory, sadly no older relatives left to ask.
You’re right about it being too English seasidy, but that’s okay for an hour or so if you have small kids in tow (some of my grandkids are still little). As for the beach, I always leave the town beaches and head to the south shore, it has a massive beach and is relatively quiet in comparison to the town. Parking is next to the boating club. No fairgrounds and no amusements and the tide never comes all the way in, it’s just perfect for little ones to paddle and play.
I’m told you can walk further south as far as the Humber Estuary, not tried it though, so can’t vouch for validity!
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Thanks for adding your memories. That would be quite some walk to the Humber Estuary.
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I agree!
I love the whole of the east coast all the way up to Northumberland.
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I agree Sue, I agree that Devon and Cornwall are lovely but the east coast from the Humber to Edinburgh is many times better.
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