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Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea. | 0:00:55 | 0:01:00 | |
MUSIC: "Sea Symphony (No. 1)" by Ralph Vaughan Williams | 0:01:00 | 0:01:04 | |
# Behold | 0:01:06 | 0:01:11 | |
# The sea | 0:01:11 | 0:01:16 | |
# Itself | 0:01:16 | 0:01:18 | |
# And on its limitless, heaving breast | 0:01:30 | 0:01:36 | |
# The ships | 0:01:36 | 0:01:42 | |
# See, where their white sails | 0:01:42 | 0:01:46 | |
# Bellying in the wind | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
# See, where their white sails | 0:01:49 | 0:01:54 | |
# Their white sails | 0:01:54 | 0:02:01 | |
# Speckle the green and blue | 0:02:01 | 0:02:07 | |
# See, the steamers | 0:02:07 | 0:02:12 | |
# The steamers | 0:02:12 | 0:02:15 | |
# Coming and going | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
# Steaming | 0:02:20 | 0:02:24 | |
# In or out of port | 0:02:24 | 0:02:28 | |
# See | 0:02:32 | 0:02:39 | |
# Dusky and undulating | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
# See | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
# See, the long pennants of smoke | 0:02:45 | 0:02:50 | |
# Behold | 0:03:01 | 0:03:07 | |
# The sea | 0:03:07 | 0:03:12 | |
# Itself | 0:03:12 | 0:03:18 | |
# And on | 0:03:20 | 0:03:24 | |
# Its limitless, | 0:03:24 | 0:03:27 | |
# Heaving | 0:03:27 | 0:03:31 | |
# Breast | 0:03:31 | 0:03:35 | |
# The ships... # | 0:03:35 | 0:03:39 | |
They feared it most who knew best | 0:03:45 | 0:03:48 | |
The sea that hits the rocky west | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
To merchantmen it might bring wealth | 0:03:51 | 0:03:54 | |
But it was dangerous to health | 0:03:54 | 0:03:57 | |
Far better live inland, and warm | 0:03:57 | 0:04:00 | |
Out of the perilous wind and storm | 0:04:00 | 0:04:03 | |
Safe from fresh air and suchlike harm | 0:04:03 | 0:04:07 | |
In sheltered mansion, cot or farm | 0:04:07 | 0:04:11 | |
Quality sent its sons and daughters | 0:04:11 | 0:04:14 | |
In search of health to inland waters | 0:04:14 | 0:04:17 | |
To Roman Bath or Cheltenham Spa | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
Where the Chalybeate fountains are. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
To Cheltenham also came George III to be cured of biliousness, | 0:04:24 | 0:04:31 | |
until his physicians advised him to take the sea-bathing cure in Dorset. | 0:04:31 | 0:04:37 | |
So in July 1789 he went to Weymouth. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:47 | |
It was then an unimportant fishing port, full of smugglers. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:52 | |
The King stayed in a house belonging to his brother, | 0:04:54 | 0:04:58 | |
the Duke of Gloucester. | 0:04:58 | 0:05:00 | |
A statue on the front commemorates his visit. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:04 | |
"God Save the King" on ribbons was hung on bathing machines, | 0:05:04 | 0:05:08 | |
on the bonnets of the ladies, around the waists of the girls. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:13 | |
Fanny Burney wrote, "The King bathes, and with great success. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:20 | |
"A machine follows the Royal one into the sea, filled with fiddlers, | 0:05:20 | 0:05:26 | |
"who play God Save the King as His Majesty takes his plunge." | 0:05:26 | 0:05:31 | |
MUSIC PLAYS: "God Save The King" | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
The country rejoiced in the King's recovery. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:49 | |
The sea was no longer unfashionable. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:53 | |
Moreover it was healthy. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:56 | |
Where the monarch led, his subjects followed. | 0:06:02 | 0:06:06 | |
To Lyme Regis, for instance, also in Dorset, | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
came the genteel characters of Jane Austen's Persuasion. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:14 | |
It was when jumping down on the Lower Cobb at Lyme - | 0:06:20 | 0:06:24 | |
the Cobb is that stone wall which juts into the sea - | 0:06:24 | 0:06:29 | |
that Louisa Musgrove, you will remember, sprained her ankle, | 0:06:29 | 0:06:34 | |
closed her eyes and was taken by her companions to be lifeless. | 0:06:34 | 0:06:39 | |
"Rub her hands, rub her temples. Here are salts - take them, take them." | 0:06:39 | 0:06:45 | |
Grander folk went further west, to Sidmouth in south Devon. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:54 | |
The Grand Duchess Helene of Russia set her double eagle | 0:06:54 | 0:06:59 | |
there on Fortfield Terrace, | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
whose cheerful stucco front looks on to a cricket ground | 0:07:01 | 0:07:07 | |
and the cricket ground is swept by breezes of the English Channel. | 0:07:07 | 0:07:12 | |
The wars against Napoleon stopped people going abroad - | 0:07:17 | 0:07:22 | |
hence resorts like this. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:25 | |
Sidmouth is a sort of Cheltenham-on-Sea, | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
the sea quite often as calm and gentle as the Thames. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:34 | |
Behind that comely row of sunny lodgings, | 0:07:34 | 0:07:38 | |
ornamental cottages were built, by men of means, | 0:07:38 | 0:07:42 | |
out of sight of the water but within sound of the shingle shore. | 0:07:42 | 0:07:47 | |
It was to Sidmouth that a younger brother of George IV came | 0:07:49 | 0:07:54 | |
with his wife and infant daughter. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:57 | |
He was the Duke of Kent. | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
He despised the vulgarities of his brother's Brighton. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:04 | |
He liked the country and the rock-strewn shore. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:08 | |
One day in 1820 | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
he got his feet wet here at Sidmouth, | 0:08:21 | 0:08:25 | |
contracted pneumonia and died - | 0:08:25 | 0:08:28 | |
there, in that ornamental cottage | 0:08:28 | 0:08:31 | |
he'd built for himself, his wife and daughter - | 0:08:31 | 0:08:35 | |
his daughter, Princess Victoria. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:39 | |
Could it have been her cradle memories of this southern shore | 0:08:42 | 0:08:47 | |
that made Victoria, later England's Queen, | 0:08:47 | 0:08:51 | |
build with her husband Albert, Prince Consort, | 0:08:51 | 0:08:55 | |
this Italian palace - Osborne - on the English Channel? | 0:08:55 | 0:09:00 | |
"The dear Prince is constantly occupied | 0:09:04 | 0:09:07 | |
"in directing the many necessary improvements | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
"which are to be made," wrote the young Queen Victoria in 1845. | 0:09:10 | 0:09:15 | |
VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS | 0:09:15 | 0:09:18 | |
That melody for the violin is Prince Albert's own composition. | 0:09:18 | 0:09:23 | |
MUSIC CONTINUES | 0:09:23 | 0:09:26 | |
"It is impossible to imagine a prettier spot - | 0:09:26 | 0:09:30 | |
"valleys and woods which would be beautiful anywhere, | 0:09:30 | 0:09:34 | |
"but all this near the sea - the woods grow into the sea - | 0:09:34 | 0:09:40 | |
"is quite perfection. | 0:09:40 | 0:09:43 | |
"We have a charming beach quite to ourselves. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:46 | |
"And then we can walk about anywhere without being followed and mobbed. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:51 | |
"Drove down to the beach with my maids | 0:09:52 | 0:09:55 | |
"and went into the bathing machine | 0:09:55 | 0:09:57 | |
"where I undressed and bathed in the sea | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
"for the first time in my life. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:03 | |
"It was delightful until I put my head under the water." | 0:10:03 | 0:10:07 | |
MUSIC CONTINUES | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
"And last not least, | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
"we have Portsmouth and Spithead so close at hand | 0:10:20 | 0:10:24 | |
"that we shall be able to watch what is going on, | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
"which will please the Navy." | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
The Isle of Wight prospered. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
Ryde, so near to Osborne, grew in size. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:56 | |
The whole island was fired by the Royal example. | 0:10:56 | 0:11:00 | |
Facing the Channel on the seaward side | 0:11:15 | 0:11:18 | |
rose Ventnor's lodging houses, tier on tier... | 0:11:18 | 0:11:23 | |
The island's health resort in sunny pride | 0:11:33 | 0:11:37 | |
by terraces descending to the pier. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:41 | |
The National Hospital for Diseases of the Chest, | 0:11:49 | 0:11:54 | |
built just west of Ventnor, in 1868 - | 0:11:54 | 0:12:00 | |
empty, now that they've found other cures for consumption. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:05 | |
How many a pale face looked its last out of these windows? | 0:12:10 | 0:12:17 | |
How many prayers were offered for sufferers? | 0:12:17 | 0:12:21 | |
How many prayers were made by suffering patients? | 0:12:21 | 0:12:27 | |
Echoes of weak coughs along deserted corridors. Empty. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:34 | |
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland | 0:13:13 | 0:13:18 | |
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee | 0:13:18 | 0:13:22 | |
Walled round with rocks as an inland island | 0:13:22 | 0:13:26 | |
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:30 | |
The sea as a cure for illness - 1868. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:38 | |
In the next year the pier at Clevedon in Somerset | 0:13:38 | 0:13:43 | |
was being built. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:45 | |
The sea as a source of pleasure, | 0:13:45 | 0:13:49 | |
for little steamer trips to Chepstow, Newport, Cardiff, | 0:13:49 | 0:13:54 | |
Lynton and Lynmouth, Flat Holm and Steep Holm | 0:13:54 | 0:13:58 | |
and other places of popular resort. | 0:13:58 | 0:14:01 | |
At the opening ceremony, they said, | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
"We believe it the commencement of better times for our fair Clevedon." | 0:14:04 | 0:14:09 | |
It was. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:11 | |
As the Great Western Railway Guide Book in 1884 said, | 0:14:47 | 0:14:52 | |
"An excellent esplanade faces the sea. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
"Good beaches, gardens and shrubberies, and large modern villas | 0:14:55 | 0:15:00 | |
"built along the edges of the lofty sea-cliffs, | 0:15:00 | 0:15:03 | |
"with churches and chapels, public schools, | 0:15:03 | 0:15:06 | |
"lodging and boarding houses, hotels, dining rooms, | 0:15:06 | 0:15:10 | |
"public gardens and excellent shops." | 0:15:10 | 0:15:13 | |
The sea as a source of pleasure. | 0:15:21 | 0:15:24 | |
Steamer trips round the bay! | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
These verses from long-forgotten songs | 0:15:58 | 0:16:01 | |
remind me of the Victorian trippers' traditional fear of the sea: | 0:16:01 | 0:16:08 | |
Those horrible pistons They make my heart thump | 0:16:08 | 0:16:11 | |
As the paddling wheels go round | 0:16:11 | 0:16:13 | |
Are they churning the ocean up into a lump | 0:16:13 | 0:16:15 | |
Or will we all be drowned? Hey ho! Or will be all be drowned? | 0:16:15 | 0:16:20 | |
Oh, the paddle paddle steamer What a clever little schema | 0:16:35 | 0:16:39 | |
That ever she inveigled me from shore | 0:16:39 | 0:16:41 | |
Now I know I can't escape Perhaps we're sailing for the Cape | 0:16:43 | 0:16:47 | |
And I'll never see old England any more, no more. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:51 | |
But if the truth be told, | 0:16:53 | 0:16:56 | |
the man of wealth added some pleasure to his search for health. | 0:16:56 | 0:17:01 | |
Tropic Torquay, overlooking historic Torbay: | 0:17:09 | 0:17:16 | |
the balmy climate, the Palm Court Orchestra. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:21 | |
ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS | 0:17:21 | 0:17:24 | |
This was the time of the holiday hotels with commanding names. | 0:17:36 | 0:17:42 | |
Grand, Imperial, Majestic, Palace. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:48 | |
"Well, we've come here every year and they make us very comfortable. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:52 | |
"They know us, you see." | 0:17:52 | 0:17:55 | |
"You've left yourself wide open. | 0:17:59 | 0:18:02 | |
"I shall have to take two of yours." | 0:18:02 | 0:18:05 | |
Huff! | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
"Check." | 0:18:07 | 0:18:09 | |
Exclusive Bournemouth Where the tide came twice | 0:18:15 | 0:18:20 | |
And children played with children who were nice | 0:18:20 | 0:18:25 | |
Where parents dozed in after-luncheon ease | 0:18:25 | 0:18:30 | |
And lovers longed to touch each other's knees. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:34 | |
Hydraulic power delights the old and young | 0:18:48 | 0:18:51 | |
Steam traction! Let its praises now be sung. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:55 | |
BRASS-BAND MUSIC PLAYS | 0:18:55 | 0:18:58 | |
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS | 0:19:09 | 0:19:11 | |
Steam down the valley Steam below the hill | 0:19:17 | 0:19:21 | |
The factories empty Lodging houses fill. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:25 | |
MUSIC CONTINUES | 0:19:25 | 0:19:28 | |
The long expresses glided by the shore | 0:19:46 | 0:19:51 | |
And towns grew where were never towns before | 0:19:51 | 0:19:56 | |
Compartments packed and holidays begun | 0:19:56 | 0:20:00 | |
It's go Great Western to the coast and sun. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:03 | |
MUSIC CONTINUES | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
MUSIC ENDS | 0:20:17 | 0:20:20 | |
In fact, it was the railways | 0:20:20 | 0:20:22 | |
which made the mid-Victorian seaside resorts. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:26 | |
On bank holidays, they were crowded out. | 0:20:26 | 0:20:30 | |
I want to take us off to somewhere | 0:20:32 | 0:20:35 | |
where the sun shines brightly | 0:20:35 | 0:20:37 | |
and the tourists tarry | 0:20:37 | 0:20:40 | |
Some people call it Weston-super-Mare | 0:20:40 | 0:20:43 | |
And others call it Weston-super-"marry" | 0:20:43 | 0:20:46 | |
"Mare" of course is Latin for "the sea" | 0:20:46 | 0:20:49 | |
And Mare is what here it's said to be. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:52 | |
On this particular Whitsun Weston's hey-day | 0:20:52 | 0:20:57 | |
Excursion trains arriving every minute | 0:20:57 | 0:21:00 | |
The town was cramm'd like rallies on a May Day | 0:21:00 | 0:21:04 | |
You wouldn't have thought more people could get in it | 0:21:04 | 0:21:07 | |
The roundabouts went round The swings went swinging | 0:21:07 | 0:21:11 | |
The warm sea sparkled and the Earth was singing | 0:21:11 | 0:21:15 | |
Yes, everything seemed paradise at Weston | 0:21:15 | 0:21:20 | |
That Whitsun afternoon beside the sea | 0:21:20 | 0:21:23 | |
No-one looked backward Everybody pressed on | 0:21:23 | 0:21:27 | |
To minerals and to ices and to tea | 0:21:27 | 0:21:30 | |
Even the people walking on the pier Were unaware of trouble waiting near. | 0:21:30 | 0:21:36 | |
MUSIC PLAYS: "I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside" | 0:21:36 | 0:21:39 | |
How innocent and kindly was the funning | 0:21:45 | 0:21:48 | |
All dedicated to the god of sport | 0:21:48 | 0:21:52 | |
The driving and the diving and the running | 0:21:52 | 0:21:55 | |
Fresh air and freedom - will they all be caught? | 0:21:55 | 0:21:59 | |
MUSIC CONTINUES | 0:21:59 | 0:22:01 | |
What thins the crowd, what darkens and what chills? | 0:22:25 | 0:22:32 | |
A mighty rainstorm from the Mendip Hills. | 0:22:32 | 0:22:36 | |
THUNDERCLAPS | 0:22:36 | 0:22:39 | |
All put your macs on! Run for shelter fast! | 0:22:47 | 0:22:50 | |
Crouch where you like until it's fine again | 0:22:50 | 0:22:54 | |
Holiday cheerfulness is unsurpassed | 0:22:54 | 0:22:56 | |
Why be put out by healthy English rain? | 0:22:56 | 0:23:00 | |
Are we downhearted? No, we're happy still | 0:23:00 | 0:23:04 | |
We came here to enjoy ourselves - and we will. | 0:23:04 | 0:23:09 | |
BAND LEADER: Now, we invite you to join in and sing with us. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:12 | |
Now, really let it go. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:14 | |
Enjoy yourselves and sing heartily. | 0:23:14 | 0:23:16 | |
Right away, please. | 0:23:16 | 0:23:18 | |
# What a friend we have in Jesus | 0:23:18 | 0:23:23 | |
# All our sins and griefs to bear | 0:23:23 | 0:23:28 | |
# What a privilege to carry... # | 0:23:28 | 0:23:31 | |
BETJEMAN: What's true of Weston's true of more than most | 0:23:31 | 0:23:36 | |
No - EVERY resort along the coast | 0:23:36 | 0:23:39 | |
When everybody's feeling safe and warm | 0:23:39 | 0:23:42 | |
Unheralded arrives the summer storm | 0:23:42 | 0:23:47 | |
Those are the things the posters do not show | 0:23:47 | 0:23:52 | |
Those are the headaches of the PRO. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:55 | |
BAND LEADER: Really open your mouths and sing. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:57 | |
This is the best air in the British Isles. Take advantage of it. | 0:23:57 | 0:24:01 | |
# Have we trials and temptations? | 0:24:01 | 0:24:06 | |
# Is there trouble... # | 0:24:06 | 0:24:07 | |
BETJEMAN: The model village shut and still it's raining | 0:24:07 | 0:24:11 | |
Queues for the cafes and the sea-fronts bleak | 0:24:11 | 0:24:15 | |
Go to the pictures, then? I'm not complaining | 0:24:15 | 0:24:18 | |
But didn't I see that film the other week? | 0:24:18 | 0:24:23 | |
As for our lodgings, we're in quite a fix | 0:24:23 | 0:24:26 | |
They never want us back till after six. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:29 | |
# Jesus knows our every weakness | 0:24:29 | 0:24:34 | |
# Take it to the Lord in prayer... # | 0:24:34 | 0:24:39 | |
BAND LEADER: Singing very well, but come on, | 0:24:39 | 0:24:41 | |
we can do far better than this. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:43 | |
Let's sing that last verse once again, please. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
THEY SING | 0:24:46 | 0:24:47 | |
BETJEMAN: Yet this is quite the friendliest place I've hit on | 0:24:47 | 0:24:51 | |
The air's a tonic and the sea's a treat | 0:24:51 | 0:24:53 | |
Of all the merry coast resorts of Britain | 0:24:53 | 0:24:56 | |
Its sunshine record would be hard to beat | 0:24:56 | 0:24:59 | |
Look on the bright side and we'll all feel better | 0:24:59 | 0:25:03 | |
And if we're wet Well, those out there are wetter. | 0:25:03 | 0:25:08 | |
Escape - escape from the holiday crowds - over Saltash Bridge. | 0:25:26 | 0:25:33 | |
Saltash Bridge by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, 1859 - | 0:25:33 | 0:25:41 | |
the first railway link between Cornwall and England. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:45 | |
Cornwall - not another county, another country. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:51 | |
For years, an all-day journey by train | 0:25:51 | 0:25:55 | |
and a wild reward at the end of it. | 0:25:55 | 0:25:59 | |
No piers, no pierrots. | 0:25:59 | 0:26:04 | |
With what delight did late-Victorian artists | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
bring their oils and watercolours | 0:26:07 | 0:26:10 | |
to paint the flaming gorse and amethystine sea. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:13 | |
Have the rocks faith that thus they stand | 0:26:27 | 0:26:31 | |
Unmoved, a grim and stately band | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
And look like warriors tried and brave | 0:26:34 | 0:26:38 | |
Stern, silent, reckless o'er the wave? | 0:26:38 | 0:26:41 | |
CLASSICAL MUSIC SWELLS | 0:26:41 | 0:26:44 | |
Thy way, O God, is in the sea Thy paths, where awful waters be | 0:26:50 | 0:26:56 | |
Thy spirit thrills the conscious stone: | 0:26:56 | 0:27:00 | |
O Lord, Thy footsteps are not known! | 0:27:00 | 0:27:03 | |
By train from suburbs of the big towns, by trap and wagonette, | 0:27:49 | 0:27:55 | |
past fern-stuffed hedges, from the oil-lit country station, | 0:27:55 | 0:28:00 | |
schoolmasters came with promising pupils, | 0:28:00 | 0:28:04 | |
undergraduates on reading parties, | 0:28:04 | 0:28:07 | |
doctors with thin wives and freckled daughters. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:11 | |
Lured by King Arthur they came, Victorian romantics, | 0:28:13 | 0:28:17 | |
to that holy island with its Celtic cells and chapel - | 0:28:17 | 0:28:22 | |
a sort of Lindisfarne of Cornwall: Tintagel. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:27 | |
CLASSICAL MUSIC SWELLS | 0:28:27 | 0:28:30 | |
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd | 0:28:50 | 0:28:54 | |
Among the mountains by the winter sea | 0:28:54 | 0:28:57 | |
Until King Arthur's table, man by man, | 0:28:57 | 0:29:00 | |
Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their Lord | 0:29:00 | 0:29:03 | |
King Arthur. Then, because his wound was deep, | 0:29:03 | 0:29:07 | |
The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him | 0:29:07 | 0:29:10 | |
Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights | 0:29:10 | 0:29:14 | |
And bore him to a chapel nigh the field | 0:29:14 | 0:29:17 | |
A broken chancel with a broken cross | 0:29:17 | 0:29:20 | |
That stood on a dark strait of barren land | 0:29:20 | 0:29:25 | |
On one side lay the ocean | 0:29:25 | 0:29:27 | |
And on one lay a great water. | 0:29:27 | 0:29:30 | |
Cornwall is milder on its southern coast, which has a holy island too: | 0:29:36 | 0:29:41 | |
St Michael's Mount. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:45 | |
What Mont St Michel is to Brittany, this is to Cornwall. | 0:29:45 | 0:29:50 | |
A monastic site, later a fortress | 0:29:50 | 0:29:55 | |
reached by a spit of land covered by water when the tide is high. | 0:29:55 | 0:30:01 | |
Celtic saints came here and, later, Norman barons. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:12 | |
Then King's men and Cromwell's men. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:16 | |
Shrine, chapel, castle - later private house. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:20 | |
A hundred years ago, | 0:30:27 | 0:30:29 | |
JP St Aubyn very well restored its outer walls and turrets. | 0:30:29 | 0:30:35 | |
Victorians liked it. So do we, who gaze across its battlements today. | 0:30:35 | 0:30:41 | |
In best positions all along the coast | 0:31:08 | 0:31:12 | |
rose the new castles of the newly rich. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:15 | |
The well-appointed family hotels: | 0:31:15 | 0:31:19 | |
the Headland, Newquay, 1891. | 0:31:19 | 0:31:23 | |
Lifts to all floors. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:26 | |
Electrically lit. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
Views of the sea from all the suites of rooms. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:33 | |
The gaps between the large hotels were filled with boarding houses, | 0:31:34 | 0:31:40 | |
tea places and shops, electric palaces and bright arcades. | 0:31:40 | 0:31:45 | |
Newquay became indeed the kind of place romantics avoided. | 0:31:47 | 0:31:52 | |
Cornwall's holiday town. | 0:31:54 | 0:31:56 | |
But once below the level of the cliff, and on the lovely beaches, | 0:31:57 | 0:32:02 | |
what a wealth of rocks and sand and long Atlantic surf. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:07 | |
Whenever I surf, this is the sort of thing that happens. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:02 | |
These are the experts - Australians, of course. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:13 | |
What people really came to Cornwall for | 0:33:53 | 0:33:56 | |
was picturesque villages like this. That's Port Isaac. | 0:33:56 | 0:34:00 | |
Do you remember those Royal Academy paintings of King Edward's reign - | 0:34:02 | 0:34:07 | |
the sturdy fishermen pulling the lifeboat out, | 0:34:07 | 0:34:11 | |
the Methodists on a Sunday after chapel, | 0:34:11 | 0:34:14 | |
the red-cheeked fishergirl with sea-green eyes, | 0:34:14 | 0:34:18 | |
the quayside chat, | 0:34:18 | 0:34:20 | |
the widow in a whitewashed room, "A Hopeless Dawn", | 0:34:20 | 0:34:24 | |
an angry sea outside, | 0:34:24 | 0:34:26 | |
the little climbing lanes of slate-built cots, | 0:34:26 | 0:34:30 | |
the wharves and sagging rooftops, | 0:34:30 | 0:34:33 | |
the seaweed-slippery quay? | 0:34:33 | 0:34:36 | |
Cornwall became an artist's paradise, | 0:34:36 | 0:34:39 | |
and the amateur photographer's as well. | 0:34:39 | 0:34:42 | |
Those camera studies of weather-beaten skin, | 0:34:42 | 0:34:46 | |
those sepia, slightly out-of-focus views of bollards on the quay. | 0:34:46 | 0:34:52 | |
Posing for artists here in famed St Ives became quite an industry. | 0:34:52 | 0:34:59 | |
There's something in most of us that wants to be what we aren't: | 0:34:59 | 0:35:04 | |
a Cornish fishermen, a Cornish boatbuilder or sailmaker. | 0:35:04 | 0:35:09 | |
We wear navy-blue jerseys and sou'westers if we can. | 0:35:09 | 0:35:14 | |
We want to be taken for natives. | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
That's because we feel the need of solitude and roots. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:21 | |
We listen guilelessly to sailors' yarns, | 0:35:21 | 0:35:24 | |
oft told to tourists while the seagulls scream. | 0:35:24 | 0:35:28 | |
The shrewd Cornish - independent, proud - | 0:35:32 | 0:35:37 | |
cash in on the foreigners, and small blame to them. | 0:35:37 | 0:35:42 | |
Look at Polperro down there. "Plenty of car parks on the way to the quay. | 0:35:42 | 0:35:48 | |
"And plenty of gift shops on the way to the car parks. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:52 | |
"It's economics, see." | 0:35:52 | 0:35:54 | |
The Mermaid's Ditty Box, The Witch's Boutique, | 0:35:54 | 0:35:59 | |
another car park and then Davy Jones's Diner | 0:35:59 | 0:36:03 | |
with a nice smell of fish and chips. | 0:36:03 | 0:36:06 | |
The Delinquent Piskey, home-made teas and Cornish clotted cream. | 0:36:06 | 0:36:13 | |
And then we're at the harbour. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:16 | |
MUSIC: "The Floral Dance" | 0:36:16 | 0:36:19 | |
There's not much money in fishing now. | 0:36:19 | 0:36:22 | |
Ferrying visitors, there's that. | 0:36:22 | 0:36:25 | |
MUSIC CONTINUES | 0:36:25 | 0:36:28 | |
The Cornish have always been actors and singers - Henry Irving for one - | 0:36:46 | 0:36:50 | |
so there's the literary side, | 0:36:50 | 0:36:53 | |
and very popular it is with the tourists on warm evenings. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:58 | |
But bring your rugs and hot drinks just in case. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:02 | |
- ..blast me with his lightning! - No, no, Admetus, | 0:37:07 | 0:37:11 | |
you'll hurt him! Give me that. There! | 0:37:11 | 0:37:13 | |
- War, war, war! - No, no, Alcestis, | 0:37:13 | 0:37:16 | |
- that's no way to behave. - Kill! Kill | 0:37:16 | 0:37:21 | |
Was it for this I wrestled all night with death | 0:37:21 | 0:37:24 | |
on the leaden bank of Lethe? | 0:37:24 | 0:37:26 | |
Father! | 0:37:26 | 0:37:28 | |
DIRECTOR: Righto, everybody. That's fine. Back again, please, everybody. | 0:37:28 | 0:37:31 | |
Yes, take up your opening positions. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:33 | |
Up on the slab again, where you were to start with. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:36 | |
Take her hand. Yes, that's fine... | 0:37:36 | 0:37:38 | |
BETJEMAN: Minack Theatre, Porthcurno, | 0:37:39 | 0:37:41 | |
rehearsing The Thracian Horses, | 0:37:41 | 0:37:44 | |
a witty comedy set in Classical Greece. | 0:37:44 | 0:37:47 | |
I know no better-sited theatre. | 0:37:47 | 0:37:51 | |
Nature has made the Minack Theatre famed | 0:37:51 | 0:37:55 | |
Let's go to Minehead and see nature tamed. | 0:37:55 | 0:37:59 | |
'This is Radio Butlin calling! | 0:38:02 | 0:38:05 | |
'The time is a quarter past 12 | 0:38:05 | 0:38:08 | |
'and lunch for first-sitting campers | 0:38:08 | 0:38:11 | |
'is now available.' | 0:38:11 | 0:38:13 | |
I floated over Butlin's between luncheon time and tea | 0:38:18 | 0:38:22 | |
And I wished that I was young again and as I used to be | 0:38:22 | 0:38:26 | |
When anticipated pleasure was as boundless as the sea. | 0:38:26 | 0:38:30 | |
When Peter came from Peterborough My goodness he was shy | 0:38:39 | 0:38:42 | |
When Wendy came from Wendover she felt she'd like to cry | 0:38:42 | 0:38:46 | |
But now they've formed a friendship which will lead to Lovers' Lane | 0:38:46 | 0:38:49 | |
For they hold each other by the hand when travelling on the train! | 0:38:49 | 0:38:53 | |
Shirl and Sheila just are friends For boys they do not care | 0:39:05 | 0:39:10 | |
They tell each other secrets in the safety of the air | 0:39:10 | 0:39:14 | |
Regardless of what's going on in chalets over there. | 0:39:14 | 0:39:17 | |
The twins inveigled Grandpa on the switchback by a trick | 0:39:28 | 0:39:33 | |
But Grandpa had the laugh on them For both the twins were sick. | 0:39:33 | 0:39:38 | |
"Hard luck, Norman! Never mind! I think there's a consolation prize - | 0:40:01 | 0:40:06 | |
"Now next, all of you..." | 0:40:06 | 0:40:08 | |
Look at this competition. | 0:40:10 | 0:40:12 | |
We've all come here to seek | 0:40:12 | 0:40:14 | |
The most cheerful, charming, chubby lass, Miss Venus of the week | 0:40:14 | 0:40:18 | |
Which of them do you think it is? | 0:40:18 | 0:40:20 | |
Now use your eyes and brains | 0:40:20 | 0:40:23 | |
Miss Harringay, Miss Stoke-on-Trent, Miss Widnes or Miss Staines? | 0:40:23 | 0:40:29 | |
WOLF-WHISTLE | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
I'm glad I came to Butlin's I hope you liked the fun | 0:40:33 | 0:40:37 | |
There's some of it in all of us Or almost everyone. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:41 | |
We don't all want to be organised. | 0:40:58 | 0:41:00 | |
But if we aren't, we seem to sprawl everywhere. | 0:41:00 | 0:41:04 | |
Look what's happened at Westward Ho!, North Devon. | 0:41:04 | 0:41:08 | |
We find a lovely bit of country and methodically we start to spoil it. | 0:41:08 | 0:41:13 | |
And it's not just true here, it's so along many miles of coast - | 0:41:13 | 0:41:18 | |
too many, I'd say. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:21 | |
Where yonder villa hogs the sea Was open cliff to you and me | 0:41:22 | 0:41:27 | |
The many-coloured cara's fill The salty marsh to Shilla Mill | 0:41:27 | 0:41:32 | |
And, foreground to the hanging wood, Are toilets where the cattle stood | 0:41:32 | 0:41:37 | |
Now, as we near the ocean roar A smell of deep-fry haunts the shore | 0:41:37 | 0:41:43 | |
In pools beyond the reach of tide The Senior Service packets glide | 0:41:43 | 0:41:50 | |
And on the sand the surf-line lisps With wrappings of potato crisps | 0:41:50 | 0:41:57 | |
The breakers bring, with merry noise Tribute of broken plastic toys | 0:41:57 | 0:42:02 | |
And lichened spears of blackthorn glitter | 0:42:02 | 0:42:06 | |
With harvest of the August litter. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
Perhaps one day a wave will break Before the breakfasters awake | 0:42:30 | 0:42:36 | |
And sweep the cara's out to sea | 0:42:36 | 0:42:39 | |
The oil, the tar, and you and me | 0:42:39 | 0:42:42 | |
And leave in windy criss-cross motion | 0:42:42 | 0:42:45 | |
A waste of undulating ocean. | 0:42:45 | 0:42:48 | |
Out there it's solitude: | 0:42:57 | 0:43:01 | |
they can't build on the sea. | 0:43:01 | 0:43:05 | |
"They've taken our wind! Oh, no, she's going about! Stand by to gybe! | 0:43:10 | 0:43:17 | |
"Ready about! Lee O! Starboard!" | 0:43:17 | 0:43:22 | |
Can the sea be solitude? No, it's being developed. | 0:43:37 | 0:43:42 | |
Hark to the song of the water hogs | 0:43:56 | 0:43:58 | |
As they charge at us over the waves... | 0:43:58 | 0:44:01 | |
Executive chases executive Mercury, Volvo and Ford | 0:45:33 | 0:45:38 | |
"Steady, old man, with the steering - Your company chairman's aboard!" | 0:45:38 | 0:45:42 | |
"The sea's as smooth as a mill pond We'll open it up like a flower | 0:45:42 | 0:45:46 | |
"We'll drive and we'll thrust as competitors must | 0:45:46 | 0:45:49 | |
"And the prize of our driving is power." | 0:45:49 | 0:45:52 | |
I'm glad it's quiet again and I'm on foot. | 0:46:44 | 0:46:48 | |
You know that sort of holy hush there is in the land on Christmas morning? | 0:46:48 | 0:46:54 | |
The roads fairly empty, the sky almost free of aeroplanes, | 0:46:54 | 0:46:59 | |
and you begin to hear and see and smell once more. | 0:46:59 | 0:47:04 | |
The seaside can be like this | 0:47:04 | 0:47:07 | |
if you find an unspoiled stretch of it like this one in north Cornwall. | 0:47:07 | 0:47:12 | |
An enlightened landlord has saved this part. | 0:47:12 | 0:47:16 | |
Other bits have been saved by the National Trust and local authorities. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:22 | |
The developers have had more than their fair share of the coast. | 0:47:22 | 0:47:27 | |
A third of it is already completely built up. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:31 | |
We must keep the rest of it for the good of our souls. | 0:47:31 | 0:47:35 | |
George III took the seaside cure for biliousness. | 0:47:41 | 0:47:46 | |
We need the seaside cure for relief from anxiety and tension. | 0:47:46 | 0:47:52 | |
We need it to realise there's something greater than ourselves - | 0:47:52 | 0:47:57 | |
even if it only comes in little things: | 0:47:57 | 0:48:01 | |
turf, scented with thyme and mushrooms, | 0:48:01 | 0:48:04 | |
the feel of firm sand underfoot, the ripple of an incoming tide, | 0:48:04 | 0:48:10 | |
a salt breeze, the smell of seaweed - | 0:48:10 | 0:48:14 | |
that's where the cure is: at the sea's edge. | 0:48:14 | 0:48:17 | |
And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves | 0:48:27 | 0:48:31 | |
Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand | 0:48:31 | 0:48:34 | |
As they have done for centuries, as they will | 0:48:34 | 0:48:37 | |
For centuries to come, when not a soul | 0:48:37 | 0:48:40 | |
Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks | 0:48:40 | 0:48:43 | |
And seaside is forgotten | 0:48:43 | 0:48:46 | |
Still the tides Consolingly disastrous, will return | 0:48:46 | 0:48:51 | |
While the strange starfish, hugely magnified | 0:48:51 | 0:48:56 | |
Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. | 0:48:56 | 0:48:59 |