There are many tales to tell of the lost city of Dunwich. They say that it was from here that St Felix, the first Bishop of Dunwich, converted East Anglia to Christianity and local folklore proudly states that Dunwich was the capital of all of East Anglia. We do know, as there are records to that effect, that in the 11th century Dunwich was a thriving port. In those times Dunwich used to sit at the end of a shingle spit which started at Southwold and led the River Blyth south, merging with the River Dunwich and out to the open sea. This formed a natural harbour and was the reason Dunwich became such a prominent port and reputedly the tenth largest place in England, half the population of London. Depending on what text is read, the number of churches in the town during the 11th century varies though folklore would have it known it was as many as 12. The town also had a mint and a large guildhall and many hoouses of great importance and a population estimated to be as great as 5000.
The first recorded evidence that the town was being ravaged by erosion from the sea was recorded in the Domesday book when over half the taxable farmland was lost to the sea between 1066 and 1086. During the 13th century, two town suffered greatly during two great storms just over a year apart. The first on 1 January 1286 swept much of the town into the sea and partially silted up the River Dunwich; this was followed by a storm surges that affected much of southern England in February 1287. Although the residents fought hard to open up the harbour, another storm in 1328 shifted the shingle and effectively blocked it up for good. To add to the woes of the Dunwich people, yet another storm in 1347 swept another 400 houses into the sea and the rest of Dunwich slowly succombed over the next 200-300 years.
When the last church, All Saints, was abondoned in 1755 as it got closer and closer to the cliff edge, a new church was built. St James church was completed in 1832 and still stands in the village and is the last of the many churches of Dunwich. All Saints church fell to the sea between 1904 and 1919 and all that is now left is a single gravestone by the cliff edge in front of the ruins of Greyfriars Priory. The inscription upon it reads "In memory of Jacob Forster - Died March 12th 1796, Aged 58". It is interesting to note the date is beyond that of when the church had been abandoned.
Greyfriars was a Franciscan friary founded by 1277. Its original location was near the 11th century seafront but coastal erosion forced it to move to its present site in 1290. It's end came with the dissolution of the monastries in 1538. Surviving remains include the precinct wall with two gatehouses in excellent condition, and the South range of the cloister, possibly the refectory.
One legacy of Dunwich's past prominencce was that up until the Reform Act of 1832 the parliamentary constituency of Dunwich retained the right to send two members to Parliament. When the consitiuency was abolished there were just 8 residents left in the constituency, represented in parliament by two MPs. The freemen of Dunwich had passed on their honour to their descendants who had moved away to other parts. At the end of the 18th century it has been said that people travelled to Dunwich on election day and then went out in a boat to the point where the town hall used to be, to cast their vote. Such a state of affairs was commonly known as a Rotten Borough and this was satirised in an episode of the Blackadder the Third titled Dish and Dishonesty. Named Dunny-on-the-Wold, it had a population of three cows, a dachshund called 'Colin', and 'a small hen in its late forties' and only one person who was the voter.
Dunwich does retain its ghostly reminders of a once great city. It is said that on dark and stormy nights if one listens very carefully you can hear the lost church bells ringing out from under the waves. In more recent times archeaological divers have reported the sensation that they are not alone as they investigate the subterrainean ruins. And if you dare to venture along the beach on dark moonless nights you may very well encounter one of the ghostly apparitions that haunt this area; there are many accounts of a phantom sailor dressed in Elizabethan garb who crosses the beach and wades into the water before climbing into a small boat and vanishing into darkness. A tale I have heard first-hand tells of a group of fishermen who were on an all night fishing match on Dunwich beach. They all reported seeing a couple walk past them, their steps crunching on the shingle. The last fishermen at the southerly end watched them walk past heading towards Minsmere. He turned his attention back to his line when the steps abruptly stopped. He looked around and there was noone there, just the sea and the shingle and the cliffs with no other route away from the beach. Even today he lacks an explanation for these phantom walkers who just disappeared. One last mention, up at the ruins of Greyfriars, if you dare to venture there late at night it is said that you can hear the ghostly chants of long dead monks.
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