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Saving Britain's Art Treasures - N. J. McCamley
By the same author
Secret Underground Cities
(Leo Cooper, 1998)
Cold War Secret Nuclear Bunkers
(Leo Cooper, 2002)
First published in Great Britain in 2003 by
LEO COOPER
an imprint of
Pen & Sword Books Ltd
47 Church Street
Barnsley
South Yorkshire
S70 2AS
Copyright © N.J. McCamley 2003
ISBN 0 85052 918 2
eISBN 978 1 78337 904 0
A CIP catalogue record for this book is
available from the British Library
Typeset in 10.5/12.5 Plantin by
Pen & Sword Books, Barnsley, South Yorkshire
Printed and bound in England by
CPI UK
Contents
FOREWORD
Thirty-five years ago I worked during my summer holidays from college in a small rubber-processing factory in a village near my home town of Bradford-on-Avon. In those years of full employment holiday jobs were easy to come by and if a factory did not have proper vacancies to fill then jobs would be specially made for students like me. There was ample money available in the company budget for this because wages, in relation to profits, were not high. Being young and interested only in my pay-packet, I was not at first sure what the factory’s staple product was. For the first six weeks I worked in the ‘rejects’ department, a task that involved spending each morning stacking hundreds of sacks containing short lengths of bent rubber tube (all bent to the wrong angle or made the wrong size) on a huge waste heap beside a broad stream that ran through the factory yard. The afternoon summer sun fell squarely upon this waste heap and there, among the sacks of distorted top-hoses and vacuum cleaner tubes, we students, and the odd permanent employee, would doze through the rest of the day until the shift hooter sounded at 5 o’clock. Almost until the end of our first season at the Peradin Rubber Company we all thought the factory actually manufactured ‘Rejects’ which we believed was a trade name for some esoteric item of flexible automotive hardware. This belief was somewhat reinforced when I was transferred for a short while to the ‘Goods Inwards’ department and had to unload lorry loads of components from one sub-contractor who consistently, incorrectly and probably maliciously mis-addressed packing cases to ‘The Peradin Rubbish Company’. Only later did we come to learn that the company, which had its origins in the manufacture of inflatable decoy tanks and military vehicles during the Second World War, was now a world-leader in the field of rubber-to-metal bonding, making engine mountings and similar items for automotive manufacturers world-wide.
The high rejection rate was due in part to the employment of a great deal of antiquated, obsolescent plant which failed frequently and thus necessitated a disproportionately large staff of maintenance engineers to keep it running. But, as we have seen, labour was cheap so this did not matter. Towards the end of this first summer holiday the maintenance gang was suddenly strengthened by the influx of a batch of third-year apprentices, young local men who were nearing the end of their training, were proficient at their jobs, and who had just been made redundant following the closure of the Royal Enfield motorcycle factory at Westwood, a village a mile or so from the Peradin plant. The new apprentices told us fantastic stories about their previous place of work. It was, they said, a top-secret underground factory built during the Second World War to manufacture gun-sights and other precision military instruments, but turned over in the post-war years to the building of a range of rather outdated British motorcycles. More fantastic still were their tales of an even more secret area, deep within the quarry beyond their factory, one hundred feet below the ground and sealed by great iron doors. Although a low, background hum of machinery emanated constantly from this secret area, no persons were ever observed passing through the doors except one occasional furtive visitor who spent a few irregular minutes there each month. Local folklore called this secret place ‘The Museum’, but recollections were hazy about the reason why.
In mid-September I left the factory to resume my college education but returned the following spring to earn a small crust during the long Easter holiday. I was surprised and pleased to find that my employers had taken a short lease on several of the surface buildings associated with the underground factory at Westwood with the intention of using it as temporary storage, and more pleased still to find that my first job was to clear out some of the old and already vandalized offices. In one block the office floors were littered with fragmented plans and drawings, not only of the ill-fated Royal Enfield motorcycles but also of the underground factory itself. The principal building occupied by the rubber company was a former dance-hall and community centre built to provide recreation for the underground workers, for the remote location of the factory and the scarcity of rural public transport in wartime made travelling any distance for amusement virtually impossible. In an idle moment, during one lunchtime, a fellow student-employee and I decided to investigate the dance-hall and the technicalities of its much-vaunted sprung floor. Purely by chance we discovered, concealed behind a large radiator, the end of a three-foot-square concrete duct that dipped slightly into the ground and appeared to run a few feet below ground level out of the building and under the surrounding shrubbery. Burning matches and bits of reject rubber, we decided to investigate further and crawled through the duct for about two hundred yards until we emerged in a large, enclosed concrete chamber. In the floor of this chamber was the open top of a concrete-lined vertical shaft eight feet in diameter and, we were soon to discover, about eighty feet deep. Suspended above the shaft from a beam on the ceiling of the chamber was a large pulley-winch from which hung a forty-gallon oil drum on a stout chain. After a few second’s hesitation we climbed into the drum and lowered ourselves down the shaft into the darkness, having no idea what we might be committing ourselves to. Eventually we clanked to a halt in what appeared to be a spacious ante-chamber dimly lit by a few flickering fluorescent tubes. To our right was the inside face of the securely locked great vault door that sealed the mysterious secret inner sanctum from the underground Royal Enfield factory. To our left was a second similar door that concealed, we later learned, one of the greatest and best-kept secrets of the Second World War. Ahead was a third door, partially open, within which a vast air-conditioning and ventilation plant ticked over in standby mode as it had done for the last twenty years, the source of the mysterious hum described by our apprentice engineers. The dirty drum in which we had descended and later made our retreat was used, we discovered, to raise waste boiler-ash from the underground, coal-fired central-heating plant for disposal on the surface and our sub-surface entrance tunnel was a cunning and economic arrangement by which waste heat from the boilerhouse was used to warm the dance-hall.
This, then, was my introduction to Westwood Quarry, the secret underground repository created in 1942, where the nation’s priceless treasures from the British Museum, the V&A, and a host of other great national institutions were kept safe from enemy bombardment. We were left in no doubt as to its purpose: inscribed upon the wall in hieroglyphic symbols by Mr C.J. Gadd, the repository’s first master and the British Museum’s keeper of Egyptian and Assyrian statuary, we found a text which still exists today and in translation reads:
In the year of our Lord 1942
the sixth year of George, King of all lands,
In that year everything precious,
the works of all the craftsmen
which from palaces and temples
were sent out, in order that by fire
or attack by an evil enemy they might not be lost,
into this cave under the earth
a place of security, an abode of peace,
we brought them down and set them.
As thrilling as this discovery was it was, soon eclipsed by greater things, for a few months later, our appetites now whetted, my friend and I discovered another disused, wartime underground establishment close by, and this one was of unimaginable proportions. We had found the Monkton Farleigh Central Ammunition Depot, the largest underground ammunition depot in the world, extending over some fifty acres and abandoned by the War Office, despite a capital investment of £4,400,000, in 1966. It was no coincidence that both subterranean sites should be so close. By a quirk of geology the greatest concentration of finest quality oolitic limestone was to be found along the Bath-Corsham axis, and over a period of 200 years dozens of quarries were sunk to exploit these reserves. During the five years before 1939 at least ten of these quarries, vast in extent, deep underground and with a secure overburden of hard rock, were requisitioned by the government for use as munitions stores, armament factories or command centres.
The most important of two hieroglyphic texts inscribed upon the wall of Westwood Quarry by C.J. Gadd, keeper of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities at the British Museum.
These early discoveries were the spark that initiated a lifetime obsession and an intensive research programme that has spanned four decades. The research culminated in the publication, in 1998, of Secret Underground Cities, a history of Britain’s wartime underground factories and ammunition depots. Discussion of the art treasures repositories is touched upon in a later chapter of that book, but my investigations had thrown up the existence of yet another huge wartime underground store, - this one for the pictures of the National Gallery – in a disused slate mine at Manod in the Snowdon mountains, and much else besides. To expand upon this material in detail would have resulted in a volume too unwieldy to handle and one that perhaps might never have been completed.
The wartime evacuation of Britain’s art treasures was, however, a story that had to be told and I hope that in the pages that follow I have succeeded in unravelling its complexity. At first sight it seemed a straightforward story: I expected the archives to confirm that, on behalf of the great London museums and galleries, the Ministry of Works had planned in the mid-1930s, just like the War Office had done for the Army and its ammunition reserves, to build secure underground repositories for the nation’s art treasures in time of war. This, however, was not so although subterranean stores were eventually provided. Faced with popular political antagonism and intense Treasury opposition to further underground construction on grounds of cost, the safety of the nation’s cultural treasures was to be assured simply by their evacuation to country houses beyond the immediate boundaries of target ‘London’. As the extent of German air raids increased through 1940, more remote accommodation was required but the strategic concept remained the same. But within a year or so of its inception the evacuation scheme fell apart as the self-interest of many, although, to be fair, not all, of the country-house owners who had taken custody of the treasures became increasingly evident. The evacuation was, to a great extent, fatally manipulated by those great landowners seeking, through their wealth, immunity from the effects of war, and by the shabby-genteel, lesser country gentry desperate to hold on to a fading Edwardian dream, who traded off immunity from the compulsory billeting of evacuees or the requisitioning of their property for military purposes in exchange for occupation of a few rooms by the National Gallery or the British Museum. The initial, apparent altruism rapidly degenerated into tension and obstructionism, and was augmented in the Welsh repositories by the fear of an imminent Welsh nationalist uprising. Ultimately, these irreconcilable domestic and nationalistic differences were factors as important as the threat of German bombing in the creation of the central, underground arts repositories in 1941/42.
Throughout my research for this book I have been astonished by the universal and enthusiastic cooperation I have received from everyone I approached for help and advice, from the archivists of the various institutions whose contents were the subject of the great wartime evacuation to the current owners of the quarries and country houses which offered refuge to the evacuated artefacts. In particular I must thank Christopher Date and Garry Thorn, archivists at the British Museum, and to Dudley Hubbard who made such a good job of reproducing, from unpromising contemporary negatives, photographs from the archive there. Thanks, too, go to Christopher Marsden and Martin Durrant at the V&A, and to Andrea Gilbert, archivist of the Wallace Collection, who produced some stunning photographs at exceptionally short notice. I am grateful, too, to Nadaav Soudry for general inspiration and for saving me much time with the translation of Gadd’s hieroglyphic text at Westwood Quarry.
Simply compiling a history such as this, which refers to sites so diverse and locations so dramatic, only from documentary evidence runs the risk of sterility, and to avoid this I have endeavoured to visit personally as many as possible in the hope that some of the atmosphere absorbed there might translate into the written word. Of the owners and custodians of these various properties I would like to thank particularly Hugh Taylor of Eastington Hall, which must be the most exquisite country house in England still in private ownership; Nicholas Stephens and the trustees of the Pennington Mellor Charitable Trust, for their kindness at Hellens; Peter Frost-Pennington for providing such excellent photographs of Muncaster Castle; Marian Gwyn for photographs of Penrhyn Castle and Nicola Chandler for providing pictures of Ramster. Thanks, too, are due to Cynthia Webb, Lynn Kleleman and the Home Farm Trust for allowing me to roam freely around Old Quarries at Avening, the former home of Lord Lee of Fareham, and also for providing some excellent wartime photographs of the house and its contents. I also offer my gratitude to Graham Meaden, the National Trust custodian of Montacute House, and to F.J. Disney, BEM, author of Shepton Mallet Prison – 380 Years of Prison Regime, who kindly provided all the photographs and most of the archive material relating to the Public Record Office occupation of the prison.
The former quarry workings and other underground repositories posed their own problems of access and I have to thank Sion Jobbins at the National Library of Wales, Aberystwyth, for photographs of the British Museum tunnel in the library grounds. Several visits to the breathtaking Manod Quarry at Blaenau Ffestiniog in 1986/7 were made easy by Peter Yarbrough, who provided the transport and good company, and by the unnamed