The Manchester and Glasgow Road, Volume 2 (of 2): This Way to Gretna GreenHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
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The Manchester and Glasgow Road, Volume 2 (of 2): This Way to Gretna Green
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
England -- Description and travel; Scotland -- Description and travel
The geography of Gretna and the Border is, so far as roads are
concerned, somewhat involved, and requires careful explanation. Up to
1830, when the wide-spreading sands of the Esk were bridged, the way
for coaches and all road-traffic lay circuitously through Longtown
to the right of where the fork of the roads now occurs; but in that
year the New Road, or the “English Road,” as it was commonly called,
was opened, causing much interference with what the inhabitants of
Springfield had almost come to regard as their “vested rights.” For, as
the accompanying plan will show, Springfield lay directly on the route
into Scotland; and Gretna Green merely to one side of it. But here
again it behoves the historian to be careful and not rashly to assume
that the early marriages were made at Springfield, and should therefore
have been named after it. As a curious matter of fact, this village
did not come into existence until 1791, when it was built by the then
landowner, Sir William Maxwell, who named it from a farm standing
there. It was then, and for long after, the home of people professing
to be weavers, but really, almost without exception, a set of drunken
Border blackguards who, when not helplessly intoxicated, were smugglers
and poachers and wastrels generally, and, living in the marches of the
two countries, respected the laws of neither.
Springfield, immediately after its rise, took away most of the
marrying business of Gretna, being nearer the magical dividing-line.
[Illustration: MAP OF OLD AND NEW ROADS FROM CARLISLE TO GRETNA GREEN.]
[Sidenote: _THE LONGTOWN ROAD_]
Blackford, on the Longtown road, is of the one unvarying pattern here,
and is followed by the hamlet of West Linton, by the river Lyne,
where a cottage or so, a farm, and the whitewashed “Graham’s Arms,”
with its motto, “N’Oublie,” stand stodged in the mud. Fir-trees and a
laurel-bordered road then lead to the by-way where Arthuret church,
standing solitary, serves for churchless Longtown, half a mile distant.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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