Once upon a time Walberswick was the lower ranked port to Dunwich. In those days the River Blyth snaked southwards changing its name to the Dunwich River before flowing out to the North Sea at Dunwich. The men of Dunwich charged a toll on any goods bound for Walberswick and this produced a lot of animosity between the people of Walberswick and Dunwich, resulting in regular incursions and conflicts. The tolls were ended by Henry IV in 1408 when an enquiry concluded that Dunwich had no right to charge the tolls. Walberswicks fortunes increased when storms silted up the river at Dunwich and a new channel was cut directly out to sea at Walberswick. The town thrived on the trade and had a fleet of ships trading with Europe. The village became prosperous and two churches were built. Sadly this prosperity failed to last as the river silted up and was unable to take the increasing size of more modern ships. As the prosperity dwindled the town became no more than a simple fishing village. One of the churches was demolished in 1473 and the second, and remaining church of St Andrews, rebuilt in 1695 within the confines of its original structure.
Village Sign
The village sign was designed by Clifford Russell, an architect and artist who lived in the village, to commemorate the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth in 1953. The sign depicts a 17th century Man-of-War to represent the ship building heritage of the village and was originally placed at the entrance to the village. Unfortunately the sign was stolen in 1984 and the present sign, which was copied from a photo of the original and is two third the size, was placed on the village green for safer keeping.
Recently, the original sign has resurfaced following an unusual discovery by a couple from Kent. They discovered the ironwork at a second-hand garage sale and had purchased it purely on its decorative merits, not knowing that the name of Walberswick was a real village. Then, by chance the couple took a holiday in Norfolk and on driving up the A12 had noticed the village of Walberswick signposted at Blythburgh. On their return home they contacted the village through its website and donated the sign back to its original home. After undergoing renovation it was officially put back into position on 3rd June 2012.
Ghostly Tales
It is claimed by some that the village of Walberswick is the most haunted place in the country. Although this may be disputed by many other towns and villages, there are a host of spooky tales about the place, including accounts right up to the modern day.
Like many Norfolk and Suffolk coastal towns, Walberswick has its Black Shuck legends. Black Shuck is a ghostly black dog, huge in size and usually with fiery red eyes and a portender of death to anyone who may have the misfortune to witness the beast. His first mention in Walberswick dates back to 1577 when an appearance was recorded in a church pamphlet, reporting that the phantom hound haunts the road between the vicarage and the Bell pub. A more detailed account comes from the winter of 1940. This particular night was cold and a thick layer of snow lay on the ground. An American couple had rented out a wooden hut close to Walberswick marsh and were coping as best as they could through the cold evening when the heard an almighty banging on the front door of the hut. The sound continued and they hurried to look out the window to find out what was making the commotion. The sight they witnessed was something they certainly were not contemplating for there, forcefully throwing itself against the door was a terrifying black dog with glowing red eyes. The sight made them rapidly draw away from the window and as their hearts paced they heard the hound leap onto the roof. Their fears soon abated because no sooner than it had got onto the roof, than it leaped off and ran away leaving just the sound of the cold wind wrapping around the timbers. Eventually, the couple plucked up the courage to investigate outside and was shocked to find, despite all the activity, there was no disturbance or paw-prints left in the snow.
There are numerous other tales of encounters with this beast around Walberswick, the more recent coming from the 1980's when two women reported seeing a phantom dog as big as a calf. Maybe others have come across this beast in more recent years but have not gone public with their sightings.
Another ghostly encounter is that of a young boy and old man who are seen waiting at the ferry landing pier. Although the ferry picks them up, they disappear in a ghostly fog before they reach the other side. It is said that they are the ghostly forms of the two individuals who drowned whilst making the ferry crossing some 200 years ago.
When George Orwell visited the village in the 1930's he encountered a spectre in the churchyard. This apparition was said to be a small and stooping figure dressed as a workman who silently walks across the churchyard and disappears. This figure has since been seen by numerous others.
And it is not just ghostly sightings that abound in the village, it is claimed that if you listen hard enough you may hear the high pitched sound that is locally known as the Walberswick Whistle. No-one really knows where the noise emanates from though legend says it issues from the holes in the ground around Walberswick and is the scream of a long lost woman who ventured into the caverns below the ground never to return. Whatever its source, it frequently scares animals.
Lastly, as the walk heads out of Walberswick and joins the Sandlings Path, just before the lane turns to a track, on the right is an old extensive manor house known as Westwood Lodge, this was the home of John Brooke who was a bit of a tyrant in the 17th century who is still supposed to haunt the building. More can be read about this ghostly story on
The Blyth Valley Walk. It may be speculation, but local stories tell of a phantom horseman that rides this area, and maybe this could be John Brook himself who used to terrorize the area on his horse. I would have put this down to old smugglers tales to ward off prying eyes had it not been for a friend who told me their father had an encounter with this ghostly form on the road between Westleton and Blythburgh. I regularly travel this road but the only things that have leaped out in front of me thus far are pheasants and deer and they are always very much real! I keep my eyes open for the ghostly horseman.
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