Dartmouth could be described as the
Queen of Westcountry ports. Maybe it's something to do with that
enormous Naval College which overlooks the town with an air of imperial
majesty. Or perhaps it's something to do with the classy shops that
line Dartmouth's picturesque streets. Or it could be some subliminal
belief that any village called Kingswear, which lies opposite the
river, should have its queen.
Then there is the River Dart itself that flow serenely between
the twin castles at its mouth. Up stream the woods are like ermine
and the water is deep azure.
But Dartmouth was once a squalid little place on the banks of
a few muddy creeks. Probably not as squalid as some Westcountry
ports, but nevertheless devoid of the present cut of its jib.
Much of the waterside has been reclaimed from the estuary over
the past 500 years - once upon a time many of those smart streets
were nothing more than mud-lined creeks.
At Dartmouth Museum you can exhibits that prove the point. The
maps of yesteryear show that the town was once an altogether different
shape. Reclamation on a large scale started in 1585 when The Butterwalk
and its accompanying street were not even a twinkle in ye olde architect's
eye. Before the sixteenth century this area was the home of reed
buntings and ooze.
Once terra firma was firmly in place the rich merchants of the
town started building. The Butterwalk went up between 1635-40 at
the behest of Mark Hawkins, a merchant in the Newfoundland trade.
You only have to spend a couple of minutes wandering around waterside
Dartmouth to realise that it was a place of great wealth. The merchants
became rich thanks to the port's trade and their houses still handsomely
dominate the centre of the town.
The museum curator once told me: "The people of Dartmouth
did to their town what the Dutch did to Holland. Bit by bit they
extended the place by filling in creeks and marshes, and then they
built on what they had taken from the river."
An extensive example of reclamation is at Coronation Park, just
under the Britannia Royal Navy College and adjacent to the Upper
Ferry. Where tulips now grow, boat-builders once plied their trade
in a jumble of sheds cluttered around tidal creeks.
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