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“A Vexatious Anachronism”

Reprinted from the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire Facebook page. 12 April 2025

Gainsborough Toll Bridge – “A Vexatious Anachronism”

The top picture shows the opening of Gainsborough Bridge in its new existence as a free bridge. The grinning bloke on the left, with cap and satchel, is now out of a job.

This 38mm white metal medallion commemorates the freeing of Gainsborough Bridge from tolls in 1932. Tolls were, and still are, a contentious subject for road users. In 1930 there were 88 Toll Bridges (24 being on A Roads) and 55 Toll Bars in England. The newspaper article which provided this information also provided the title, as the reporter was clearly not in favour of tolls. One example he gave was a man who paid £30 a year in tolls – twice the cost of his car tax. Apart from the cost, people also objected to the delays and congestion, and the effect some tolls had on the education of children from poor families, who had to pay pedestrian tolls to go to school.. Today we have around 23 toll roads and bridges in the UK, some being used to finance major new projects and some being Victorian survivals.

The M6 Toll motorway, in case you are interested, has 2.5 million pulped Mills & Boon novels incorporated into the tarmac. This helps with reducing wear and absorbing sound. The books were not chosen with any idea of literary criticism in mind – it’s just that they are printed in such great quantities that there is a large supply of returned and damaged books.

The purchase of Gainsborough Bridge from the company that operated it took many years. There were numerous discussions and false starts noted from at least 1882 until 1912, when a price of £35,000 was offered. It was a good business and the owners were not keen on selling. They had the only bridge between Dunham (which is still a toll bridge today) and the Humber and it was protected by the Gainsborough Bridge Act ,which prevented rival bridges and ferry services.

On the other hand, local tradesmen wanted to free the bridge from tolls as they could see great benefits from unrestricted access.

In 1923 the councils of Nottinghamshire, Lindsey (one of the ancient divisions of Lincolnshire) and Gainsborough, agreed to seek a grant from the Ministry of Transport (using new legislation passed to encourage this sort of scheme) and have a price set by arbitration. Profits from tolls were over £7,000 in that year, and rising steadily. A new bridge, outside the area of monopoly would have cost about £80,000 but Nottinghamshire County Council would not fund the extra road building to connect the bridge to the existing roads. A tunnel was also suggested, but was too expensive.

The bridge was eventually purchased on 31 October 1927, as noted on the medallion, for £130,000 (half of which was paid by the Government). The councils provided the other half of the cost. Pedestrians and cyclists were freed from all tolls and other users continued paying at a reduced rate, with the intention of raising a quarter of the purchase price by continuing tolls for up to seven years.

Eventually, having raised the required money, the joint committee declared the bridge to be free from tolls. The last man to pay a toll was P. J. Pybus, Minister of Transport, who paid his toll with a coin of George III in recognition of the age of the bridge – opened in 1771, and retained his ticket as a souvenir, before declaring the bridge open. Below is a picture of the last toll being paid.

 

Magic on the Marshes

The weather was mild this morning, we had nothing pressing to do at home and the coast beckoned. We rose at a leisurely pace, had a late breakfast (with the intention of having fish and chips at Sutton-on-Sea), and pottered off.

So far, so good.

Unfortunately I set off on the wrong road and neither of us noticed because we were talking at the time. Eventually we realised and I adjusted our route to take us to the coast via Gainsborough, which is an interesting town with Viking history. Sweyn Forkbeard and his son Cnut won a kingdom here when they defeated the army of King Ethelred the Unready. The story of Cnut, or Canute as he was known in my younger days, and his attempt to turn back the tide, may have occurred in Gainsborough.

It was also England’s most inland port, being 55 miles from the sea. However, big ships no longer call, so it’s not a proper port these days. The Nottinghamshire Naturalist’s Trust have some interesting records of whales at Gainsborough, and dolphins near Newark.

But enough about Gainsborough, it’s a nice enough town but it is not our destination.

We travelled to Sutton on Sea and enjoyed a bracing stroll along the front, watching the dog walkers and their various styles of dog walking and noticing the tracks across the sand. It was about 1.00 pm by this time. I noticed that if a lot of people had passed that way, turning the sand numerous times, the sand seemed to stay moist, and the tracks showed up as churned sand the same colour as the beach. If only one or two people had gone that way the churned sand seemed to dry in the wind and leave a pale trail across the beach. I hope the photo will demonstrate what I mean.

Tracks on the Beach

Tracks on the Beach

 

I looked for the glasses I lost on our last visit. They were not there. It’s just like being at home, people are always moving things after I put them down.

The fields were full of pheasants, who clearly know that the pheasant season ends on 1st February.

After that we travelled north to Horseshoe Point. We’ve been there before, It is reached by a pot-holed road, which is getting worse due to construction traffic – they are building the onshore bit for one of the offshore wind farms here. There is a car park, some marsh, a few coastal defences left from the war and not much else.

As we parked, three vees of geese flew over, obviously intent on grazing a field before roosting. We didn’t see them later but we did see a big flock of Widgeon on the return trip. Today we had views of ships in the Humber, hazy wind turbines and a Little Egret. I was particularly pleased with that as we’d seen two in roadside fields during the trip but hadn’t been able to stop and watch or photograph them.

Little Egret - Horseshoe Point

Little Egret – Horseshoe Point

It stayed in the distance, but it did do quite a bit of walking about and some short flights. I know they are quite common these days, but it’s always a thrill to see one.

On the way back to Sutton on Sea, and the chip shop, we were lucky enough to see a hunting Barn Owl as the light fell. They are ghostly, pale birds, and suit the light at the end of the day. It flew from one side of the road to the other, banking several times to show off its plumage, which is a lacework pattern of cream, grey and beige. A magic end to a fine day. It was just a shame it was too quick for me to get the camera out.

(To be continued)