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Sport and Recreation in Swalwell
Swalwell Village Late 1920’s to Early 1930’s by Jack Dixon
Picture the scene. Saturday noon. Several ladies making their way to the cricket field -Thomasina (Sina) Laidler, Mary (Polly) Mason, Jenny Errington, Mary (Polly) Dixon, to name just a few. Heavily laden with baskets full of kettles, teapots, cakes, bread, etc., to make sandwiches for the players’ teas. Before 2pm., crowds are gathering to support their team. Prompt 2pm., the umpires in their white coats make their way to the centre of the field and carefully place the bails on the stumps. A great cheer goes up as the famous Bruce brothers Tom and J.B., both Durham county players, proudly walk to their positions, Tom to receive the first ball. More often than not they made a century partnership laying the foundation for a big score. In later years, JB took over the Highlander pub in the village and it became better known as the Cricketers Arms as the teams usually called in there after the game for a quick one (or two)! Depending on the state of the game, tea was usually taken about 4pm when the locals rushed off home for a quick snack then back again for the second innings. If Swalwell were victorious many of the spectators remained, talking about the game, and if the umpire had made a bad decision, questioned his eyesight! “How could he be given out as caught behind the wicket when his bat was nowhere near the ball?” was the cry. Those stalwart members, Tommy Rutter and Humphrey Errington, never without pipes in their mouths. Will Baty, Andy Dixon and others always ready to help in any way.
The ground was very picturesque, separated from the football field by a line of tall trees, the home of scores of crows. At the bottom end was the Newcastle to Consett railway line. Legend has it that a batsman once made a huge hit – the ball soared high into the air and landed on a wagon that was passing and finished up in Consett . Some hit! The river Derwent flowed nearby. There was however one unpleasant spot just outside at the very bottom of the field. Jimmy Foster’s piggery – when the wind was blowing in the wrong direction it was, to say the least, very unpleasant. He also had a little sawmill where he made bundles of firewood that he sold in the village. No central heating in those days, all coal fires.
Next to the cricket field was the football ground. The team was very well supported and had some very good players. The towering Frank Watson, very few players got past him, and Joe (hockey) Watson, strong as an ox. No massive wages for them – they played for the love of the game. What about the pitch? Sloping, bumpy, and often muddy. Could the modern day footballers cope with that and a leather ball and boots? Cricket and football games were not only played on Saturdays but mid-week too for cup ties The cheers and shouting could be heard in the village.
Quoits was another game that was popular. How the men cared and tended that yard square of clay – watered only when necessary to keep it in prime condition. This was played near Coalway Lane, now a council house estate. It was a great pastime for the men to fill in their time and ease the boredom and frustration of unemployment.
Sadly, after the war, things changed. Support dwindled and the football team folded up. The cricket team moved to a new ground. Executive houses are now built on the site. The grounds may have gone but the memories of those happy days and the enjoyment they gave remain.