
So much for posting every week – once again it’s been something of a summer! However, I’ve submitted the Dark History of Colchester to Amberley Press; discovered that collecting postcards is called deltiology; and nearly completed a Dark History of the Peak District. I’m collating images at the moment. And this is what led to today’s topic – a short round trip to gather photographs. And for those of you of a delicate disposition you may wish to turn away now.
The Magpie Mine near Sheldon first began mining for lead in 1740. Today it defines itself as the best preserved 19th century lead mine in the country. However, what its really famous for is the deaths of 1833. Rival groups of miners followed the Great Redsoil Vein of lead ore and rather unfortunately came to blows over who held the rights to it. Each group lit fires underground to force their rivals out. Three miners from the Maypitt Mine suffocated underground.
In all twenty-four Magpie Miners were arrested but when the case came before the judge at Derby it was decided that the Maypitt Miners should not have gone below ground in the circumstances nor did any one miner admit to having lit the fatal fire. Locally the legend of the ‘widows’ curse’ suggests that justice was served by other means.
The Magpie Mine’s Cornish engine house dates to 1869 – it was built at a time when the main shaft was deepened to 208 metres.

From there it was a hop and a skip to Ashford in the Water where you would have thought I’d have photographed the sheep wash bridge in the sunshine. I didn’t – I had a very lovely breakfast at the Ashford Arms before journeying via Monsal Head to the northern end of Cressbrook Dale and Peter’s Stone – or Gibbet Rock. In 1815 the toll house keeper at nearby Wardlow Mires was killed for her red leather shoes. Her murderer, Anthony Lingard from Tideswell was found guilty of the crime and executed at Derby. His body was transported back to the Peak District and suspended in the gibbet at Peter’s Stone as a warning to others – apparently it was the last gibbeting in Derbyshire. The view is rather cheerier these days.
From there it was a short journey to Tideswell, a quick look at the church and a hunt for the house of correction on Commercial Street – sadly it wasn’t very photographic because of the number of cars parked out front but I did have a look in the wool shop! Inevitably as we began the leg of the journey back to Buxton we paused at Litton Mill where poor apprentices died in their droves. Robert Blincoe, who was sent there from the St Pancras Workhouse, recounted his experiences and became the inspiration for Charles Dickens when he wrote Oliver Twist. Blincoe was initially apprenticed to a cotton mill in Nottinghamshire – without any payment until he reached adulthood – when the mill closed in 1802, Blincoe was sent to Litton. He detailed the horrors of a fourteen hour working day, savage beatings, starvation and abuse. Children who died at the mill were buried at Tideswell and Taddington.
From there it was on to Buxton and a nice cup of coffee in the Poole’s Cavern cafe. I had hoped to find some old postcards of the Peak District in town but there was no luck. It’s perhaps not surprising as deltiology is the third most popular hobby in the country after stamp and coin collecting.
Now I’m conscious that if I was currently receiving a mark for the frequency of my posts I’d receive something like ‘could do better.’ Fingers crossed!





















