In the 1700s, travelling along Dorset’s roads was a
precarious pastime. One day in September 1756, accompanied by his servant, an
Oxford clergyman was to discover these perils at a cost.
As he was making his way from Blandford towards Shaftesbury, the Reverend
Collins was ordered to halt and ‘stand
& deliver’ by two mounted highwaymen. One spoke with a Welsh accent
while the other had an olive-skinned Latin look about him. However, the two
highwaymen presented a somewhat bizarre sight as one was riding an extremely
tired old nag. As they were both holding a blunderbuss gun, the cautious
clergyman reflected but then wisely decided to obey. The unfortunate
ecclesiastic was then robbed of his horse, cloak and eight guineas. The highwayman,
whose transport had been much improved, presented the Reverend Collins with his
old nag enabling the unfortunate clergyman to continue on his way.
Emboldened by their success, the two robbers decided to make
their way to a public house in Pimperne to celebrate and spend some of their
ill-gotten gains. After consuming several pints of ale, their occupations
became increasingly obvious from their careless conversations. This was
confirmed by the sight of a blunderbuss which was barely and indiscreetly
concealed under a coat. Unfortunately for the indiscreet duo, there was also a
party of soldiers drinking in the Pimperne pub. The highwaymen were seized by
the troopers and escorted to Dorchester Jail.
After being identified by the Reverend Collins in the
Dorchester courtroom, they both confessed to the robbery together with the
previous theft of two horses in Wales. One of the highwaymen was a carpenter
from South Wales while the other was a plasterer who was Italian by birth.
‘They had between them
fourteen guineas in money, each a brace of pistols and a blunderbuss; one of
which was loaded seemingly for great execution having no less than sixteen
bullets in it and powder in proportion.’ (Oxford Journal – Saturday 2 October 1756)
At the time, according to former Pimperne publican Roy Adam, there was a pub in the village called the White Lion. It had a cellar with walls eighteen inches thick and made from a mixture of straw and mud.
With the frequency at the time of such roadside hazards, it
is perhaps not surprising that the horse-drawn Salisbury ‘flying stagecoach’ had the following condition of travel.
‘Money, plate, jewels,
bank notes or writings the owners of the coach will not be accountable for if
lost,’
The Salisbury ‘flying stagecoach’
claimed it could complete its journey to London in less than a day.
(Illustration: is this the Pimperne inn where the two highwaymen were arrested or was the White Lion Inn the site of the now closed but nearby Farquarson Arms?)
This looks like The Anvil
ReplyDeleteYes, it is the Anvil
ReplyDeleteI remember in the 1960s it was run by Wally Jones who had an electrical contractors business I wonder where he is now.
ReplyDeleteSadly Wally died last year
DeleteWally was a Londoner I believe and he played cricket for Pimperne.
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