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Cheshire

A County that grins and gets on with it

The Shape of It

905
square miles, including the bits borrowed from Lancashire in 1974
1397
year Cheshire became the only English county ever raised to a Principality
220M
years ago, when a Triassic sea deposited the salt that still lies under Cheshire’s fields
3
clock faces on Chester Town Hall’s tower — the blank side, as every local will tell you, faces Wales
973
the year King Edgar of England was rowed along the River Dee by eight subordinate kings, demonstrating the correct order of things

Cheshire was, for centuries, described as being shaped like a teapot. The spout pointed east into Derbyshire; the handle curved north toward Lancashire. In 1974, boundary reformers removed both, and the county became something more like a casserole dish. These things happen. Cheshire people have, by and large, chosen to ignore them.

The landscape is divided by the Mid-Cheshire Ridge — a sandstone spine running through the middle — with the flat Cheshire Plain spreading out on either side, dotted with meres. The meres are kettle holes: depressions left when chunks of glacier buried in glacial sediment finally melted at the end of the last ice age. They are quiet, reedy, and appear to belong to an older England entirely.

To the east, the land rises toward the Peak District and the Pennines. To the west, the River Dee forms much of the Welsh border before turning north through Chester. Chester itself was Deva Victrix to the Romans, a legionary fortress built around AD 71 as a base for the conquest of northern Wales. The conquest of northern Wales took rather longer than anticipated. The walls are still there.

The Wirral Peninsula — the northern wedge between the Mersey and the Dee — was historically part of Cheshire, and carries that history in its bones. The Norsemen settled it heavily in the ninth and tenth centuries. At Thingwall on the Wirral, they established a Thing: a parliament of the kind the Vikings kept wherever they took root. The name survives; the institution does not.

Cheshire was a County Palatine from the Norman Conquest, which meant its Earl operated with a semi-regal authority independent of the Crown. In 1397, Richard II rewarded the county for its loyalty — particularly the five hundred men of the Cheshire Guard who served as his personal bodyguard — by elevating it to a Principality and adding “Prince of Chester” to his own title. No other English county has ever been so honoured. Richard was deposed two years later, and the principality lapsed with him.

The Cheshire archers were the finest in England. They played a decisive role at Agincourt. They were, as the Cheshire saying goes, “midst proudest proud.”

The Ground Beneath

Three towns in Cheshire carry the suffix —wich: Northwich, Middlewich, Nantwich. The suffix is not a corruption of any Welsh word, nor a variant of “village.” It is the Anglo-Saxon wic, in its specific meaning of a salt-making settlement. Salt made these towns; salt shaped the economy of the entire county for a thousand years; and it is still being extracted today, from the mine at Winsford whose original shafts were sunk in 1844.

The Romans knew about the brine springs and built their settlement at Northwich — Condate — partly to exploit them. They used lead pans to boil the brine. By the sixteenth century, Nantwich alone had two hundred and sixteen salt houses. The industry peaked, declined, and then found a second wind in 1670 when employees of the Smith-Barry family, digging on their estate at Marbury near Northwich, were looking for coal and found instead a bed of rock salt thirty feet below the surface. Northwich swiftly eclipsed Nantwich and Middlewich both.

What followed was a century of aggressive extraction and its consequences. In the nineteenth century, so-called “wild brine pumping” — injecting water into the salt beds to dissolve and pump out the resultant brine — was discovered to cause the ground above to subside unpredictably. Buildings leaned, streets cracked, entire sections of Northwich shifted by several metres. Water-filled hollows called flashes opened in fields without warning. The subsidence could manifest up to eight kilometres from the pumping site, which made assigning blame between the dozens of competing brine operators practically impossible.

Parliament eventually intervened, and by the mid-twentieth century controlled methods had largely replaced the wild ones. The old mine workings under Northwich were only stabilised in the twenty-first century by pumping several million tonnes of grout into the flooded cavities beneath the town. Cheshire has been managing its own undermining for centuries. It is, by now, expert at it.

Notable Folk

The Gawain Poet
fl. c. 1375–1400 — anonymous, probably Cheshire
The poet who wrote Sir Gawain and the Green Knight — the greatest Arthurian poem in the language — wrote it in the dialect of Cheshire. Nobody knows who he was, but the vocabulary and phonetics of the poem place him in the northwest of England with some precision. The Cheshire author Alan Garner, who grew up in the same countryside, once read sections of the poem aloud to his father. His father knew, and still used, more than ninety per cent of the vocabulary. The phonetics of the vowels had barely changed in six hundred years.
Robert Nixon
c. 1467–? — supposedly born near Winsford
The Cheshire Prophet — if he existed at all, which historians dispute — was a ploughman of apparently low intelligence who was said to fall into fits and emerge from them with visions of the future. He predicted the plague of 1665, the smoking of tobacco (all sorts will have chimneys in their mouths), and various other events that his chroniclers found convenient. His own prediction that he would one day clem — starve — to death proved accurate. Summoned to court by the king, he became such a nuisance that a servant locked him in a cupboard for safekeeping. The servant died. Nixon was forgotten. He was found, eventually, rather too late.
Lewis Carroll
1832–1898 — born Daresbury, Cheshire
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was the son of a country vicar and grew up among the fields and sandstone churches of the Cheshire countryside. The grin without a cat, the cat without a grin: the expression “to grin like a Cheshire cat” was already in circulation when he was born, recorded as early as 1788 in Francis Grose’s Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue. Its precise origin is contested — some say the cheese was once moulded in the shape of a grinning cat; others point to a stone carving on the tower of St Wilfrid’s Church in Grappenhall, five miles from Daresbury. Carroll himself never explained it. He was a subscriber to Notes and Queries where the question was debated at length, and presumably grinned.
Elizabeth Gaskell
1810–1865 — raised in Knutsford
Mrs Gaskell grew up in Knutsford, and the town appears in her fiction as Hollingford and, most famously, as Cranford: that small, genteel, slightly melancholy English market town where the ladies manage everything and nothing much happens except life. She is buried there. The town has made considerable peace with this, and Gaskell would probably have smiled at the resulting local pride with precisely the warmth and slight irony she brought to everything.
Rowland Egerton-Warburton
1804–1891 — Arley Hall, near Northwich
Landowner, High Sheriff, Justice of the Peace, officer of militia, and — the Duke of Beaufort called him “the Homer of the hunting-field” — poet. His Hunting Songs of 1834 ran to eight editions. He could be found in chapel for matins and out with the hounds by nine. He was made blind by glaucoma from 1874, losing his sight entirely some years later, but continued to take daily walks along Furlong Walk at Arley Hall, guided by a wire strung between the trees by his gardener. He died at eighty-seven. The signposts on his estate still carry his verses. He wrote the epitaph on the grave of Copenhagen, Wellington’s warhorse, at the second Duke’s request.
Sir Arthur Aston
c. 1590–1649 — Catton Hall, near Frodsham
Charles I declared him the man most feared by the enemy in his entire army. Sir Arthur was a veteran of wars in Russia, Poland, the Netherlands, and the English Civil War, which he fought on the Royalist side with considerable vigour. He lost a leg in 1644 and wore a wooden replacement. In 1649, fighting in Ireland at the siege of Drogheda, he was captured by Cromwell’s troops. His soldiers had been warned he kept a fortune hidden in his artificial leg. They beat him to death with it. No fortune was found.

The Cheshire Tongue

Egerton Leigh, who compiled his Glossary of Words Used in the Dialect of Cheshire in 1876, was already sounding an elegy for words under threat from “emigration, railways, and the blending of shires.” Some of the words John Ray had collected two centuries earlier had already vanished by the time Leigh went looking for them. The words below have survived rather longer than most of their compilers expected.

shippen a cowshed; from the Anglo-Saxon scypen
mithered pestered, confused, overwhelmed — “me yed’s all of a missock” expresses the same condition more vividly
agate engaged in, at work on — “he wor always agate on th’ farm”
wom home — as in wom bonk, the homeward slope, or “a cock feets best on his wom bonk”
pobs bread soaked in warm milk; a Welsh-derived word, probably carried into Cheshire by the young women who came to work in the cheese dairies
lommeryed simple-looking, dazed
borsun full-faced, fat-cheeked
bullyed a tadpole
waps a wasp — the letters transposed, as with neam for name
essole hooning sitting idly by the fireside
gleamy overcast and close; threatening rain without yet producing it
puthery sultry, oppressively humid
drabbly wet and miserable, of weather; a useful word
gafty difficult, skittish, out of sorts — of a horse, or occasionally a person
clem to starve — as in Robert Nixon’s self-fulfilling prophecy
yarn a heron

Cheshire has the further distinction that the works of the Gawain Poet, probably composed in the 1380s, are written in its dialect. When Alan Garner read sections of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight aloud to his father — a man of the same countryside, six hundred years later — his father knew more than ninety percent of the words. Garner notes that the phonetics of the vowels had barely shifted. The dialect is, in this sense, very old indeed.

It is better to marry over the mixen than over the moor — better to marry your neighbour’s daughter than a stranger. The mixen is the dung-heap.
She hath been at London to call a strea a straw, and a waw a wall — said of women who returned from service in the capital ashamed of their native dialect.
Midst proudest proud — the old Cheshire phrase for the absolute maximum of pride. Used without irony.
He’s turned a narrow adlant — he has had a very narrow escape from death.
It is an ill bird that bedeets its own nest — bedeet meaning to dirty or foul. The Cheshire equivalent of fouling one’s own doorstep.

Place Names

Peover Superior pronounced “Peever” — as if the spelling were optional
Peover Inferior equally pronounced “Peever” — and equally confident about it
Wildboarclough near Macclesfield — exactly as wild as it sounds
Three Shires Head where Cheshire, Derbyshire and Staffordshire meet over a packhorse bridge
Delamere the forest of the meres — from the Norman French for “of the lakes”
Wincle near Macclesfield; origin pleasingly obscure
Frodsham from the Anglo-Saxon ham, a settlement — one of dozens
Prestbury the priests’ fortified settlement; now among the most expensive villages in northern England
Alderley Edge sandstone ridge above the plain, where a legend sleeps
Bottom Flash near Winsford — a water-filled hollow produced by salt subsidence, and named with admirable directness

The three —wich towns deserve more than a mention in a list. Northwich, Middlewich, and Nantwich take their suffix from the Anglo-Saxon wic, specifically in its sense of a salt-production settlement. The suffix does not appear elsewhere in Cheshire — only where the brine ran, or the rock salt lay close to the surface. The Romans built at Northwich for this reason. The Domesday Book records eight salt houses in Nantwich. By 1590, Nantwich had two hundred and sixteen. The English salt trade was largely a Cheshire business for several centuries, and the evidence is still in the names.

At Alderley Edge, a local legend holds that a farmer walking his white mare to Macclesfield market was stopped by an old man in grey who offered to buy the horse. The farmer refused, expecting better money in town, and returned empty-handed. The old man stopped him again on his return. This time, the farmer followed him to Stormy Point, where the old man raised a wand, uttered a spell, and opened an iron gate in the rock. Behind it: a cavern full of sleeping men and horses, all white. The old man explained that these were King Arthur’s warriors, resting until England stood in mortal danger. He paid for the horse, took it into the cave, and the gates closed. The Edge has been attracting people who claim to feel something strange there ever since. Alan Garner set two of his novels there. Make of all this what you will.

Three Shires Head served a practical purpose beyond the merely scenic. Being a point where three counties’ jurisdictions met, it was a favoured venue for illegal prize-fighting. When the authorities of one county approached, the fighters and their audience simply moved across the packhorse bridge into the next one. An elegant solution to the problem of law enforcement.

At the Table

Cheshire cheese is the oldest named cheese in England. It appears in records from the twelfth century, though the practice of making it in the county is almost certainly older than any surviving document. The French — not generally noted for their enthusiasm about English dairy produce — have long been partial to what they call Le Fromage Chester. They get the name slightly wrong, but the appreciation is genuine.

In 1590, it became the first cheese to be exported outside its home region when Queen Elizabeth’s court ordered it for the Privy Council’s dinner. The French, one suspects, were paying attention.

On the Making of a Proper Cheshire

The cheese should be dense and crumbly — not rubbery, never rubbery — with a mild, slightly salty flavour that reflects the pasture and the brine that saturates the ground beneath it. White and “coloured” (red, dyed with annatto) varieties both exist; the red was historically more common. It should be turned regularly as it matures. A well-made Cheshire is more or less self-sufficient for flavour and needs nothing added to it. The suggestion that one might melt it into something is best not made within earshot of a local.

The chest at St Oswald’s Church in Lower Peover, which houses parish documents and church plate, carried a local tradition: a girl who wished to marry a farmer had to be able to lift its lid with one arm alone. The logic being that a farmer’s wife would need to lift Cheshire cheeses, and a Cheshire cheese, properly made, is not light.

The phrase “to grin like a Cheshire cat” has several proposed origins. One holds that the cheese was formerly moulded in the shape of a grinning cat, and that the last portion to be eaten was the head — leaving, for a moment, a grin without the body behind it. This is pleasing as an explanation, though the evidence for cat-shaped moulds is not overwhelming. Another theory points to a sign painter in the county who was repeatedly commissioned to paint lions rampant on inn signs, and repeatedly produced results that looked more like grinning cats. A third points to the stone carving on the tower of St Wilfrid’s Church at Grappenhall, five miles from Lewis Carroll’s birthplace at Daresbury. The origin is, as Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable admits, “an old simile, popularized by Lewis Carroll.” Carroll subscribed to Notes and Queries where the question was extensively debated. Whether he ever settled it in his own mind, he kept to himself.

Signs & Songs

Arley Hall, near Northwich — Rowland Egerton-Warburton, c.1850

Stags in the forest lie, hares in the valley-o,
Foxes in coverts lurk, waiting the rally-o;
Hark! how the horn resounds, over the heathy lea,
Forwards! the pack are out, come away with me!

Egerton-Warburton carved verses on the signposts of his estate, so that a man might get both directions and inspiration on the same post. He lost his sight entirely in his final years, but the signs remained. He had written the epitaph for Wellington’s horse Copenhagen as well. The Duke would have approved — they had both hunted.

Congleton Bear
The legend holds that in the 1620s, Congleton’s dancing bear died just before the town’s Wakes holiday. The bear was the main attraction and a reliable source of income. Money had been set aside to replace the town’s ageing Bible. The Alderman authorised a loan from the Bible fund to buy a new bear, on the understanding that the Wakes profits would replenish it. Whether they did is not recorded. The legend is better than the facts. John Tams set it to music in the twentieth century.

The wakes coming on and the bear he took ill,
We tried him with potion, with brandy and pill,
He died in his sleep at the eve of the wakes,
The cause, it was said, was strong ale and sweet cakes.

The cheeses of Cheshire are famed, but beware
Of stories they tell of the Congleton Bear —
Congleton Rare, Congleton Rare,
Sold the church Bible to buy a new bear.

Now a parson is useful in times of great need,
And imbibed with strong porter he quickly agreed,
The parson his Bible he give then and there,
We sold it in Nantwich to buy a new bear.

The cheeses of Cheshire are famed, but beware
Of stories they tell of the Congleton Bear —
Congleton Rare, Congleton Rare,
Sold the church Bible to buy a new bear.

Words by John Tams; traditional Congleton legend. Congleton is still called Beartown. The football club is the Bears. There has been a brewery called Beartown since 1994. The town made its peace with the story some time ago.

Chester Town Hall Tower — permanent statement of local feeling

The clock tower on Chester Town Hall has four sides. Three of them have clock faces. The fourth side — the side that faces Wales — is blank. Every local will tell you that this is deliberate: Cheshire does not give Wales the time of day. Whether it was actually deliberate, or whether this is simply the best explanation that has ever been offered for an architectural decision nobody documented, is a matter the clock itself declines to resolve.

The law of 1403 that Welshmen could not remain in Chester after sunset, could not carry arms, and could not congregate in groups of three or more was a post-rebellion measure following Owain Glyndŵr’s uprising — aimed at particular individuals, not at Welsh people in general. Chester people do not always mention this part.

Did You Know?

  • That Chester’s Roman walls are the longest, oldest, and most complete Roman city walls remaining in Britain? The Romans were here for almost four hundred years, from around AD 71. The walls have been added to, rebuilt, and walked along continuously ever since.
  • That the Roman amphitheatre at Chester is the largest yet discovered in Britain? It could hold approximately seven thousand spectators. The site was excavated only partially in the twentieth century; much of it still lies under modern Chester.
  • That in 973, King Edgar of England came to Chester and was rowed along the River Dee by eight subordinate kings, demonstrating the hierarchy of the age? The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle records it without apparent irony. Chester was, by any measure, the place to be.
  • That the Magna Carta of 1215 did not apply to Cheshire? As a County Palatine, Cheshire’s Earl operated independently of the Crown. He issued his own Chester Charter instead, at the petition of his own barons. There are, in effect, two Magna Cartas.
  • That Richard II was so devoted to his Cheshire bodyguard that in 1397 he elevated the county to a Principality and added “Prince of Chester” to his title? No other English county has ever been similarly honoured. Richard was deposed two years later. The principality did not survive him.
  • That the first rock salt mine in Cheshire was sunk in 1682 at Marbury near Northwich, not by anyone looking for salt but by employees searching for coal? They found salt instead, and Northwich’s fortunes were made — and, in time, its buildings undermined.
  • That the Winsford salt mine, currently the only working salt mine in the UK, was originally sunk in 1844 — and that the rock salt it produces, 220 million years old, is used primarily to grit British roads in winter?
  • That in the village of Tushingham near Malpas, all seven members of the Dawson family were killed by plague in 1625? The father, a large man and knowing that help was beyond reach, dug his own grave and lay down in it to die. The village remembers this.
  • That the packhorse bridge at Three Shires Head, where Cheshire, Derbyshire and Staffordshire meet, was a regular venue for illegal prize-fighting? When the authorities of one county arrived, the fighters simply moved to the next one. The bridge has seen more law-avoidance than any local history guide fully acknowledges.
  • That “grin like a Cheshire cat” was already an established English expression in 1788, recorded in a slang dictionary, nearly eighty years before Lewis Carroll made use of it? The origin of the phrase remains genuinely uncertain. This is appropriate.
  • That Sir Arthur Aston of Catton Hall near Frodsham was declared by Charles I to be more feared by his enemies than any other man in the Royalist army — and that he was subsequently beaten to death with his own wooden leg by soldiers who believed a fortune was concealed inside it? No fortune was found.
  • That Congleton borrowed sixteen shillings from its Bible fund to replace a dead bear for the Wakes festival in the 1620s? The intention was to repay the fund from the bear’s earnings. Whether this ever happened is unrecorded. The story that Congleton “sold the Bible to buy a bear” has been its nickname ever since.
  • That Elizabeth Gaskell’s novel Cranford, which sold continuously for over a century and gave the English novel some of its most gently devastating social comedy, is a portrait of Knutsford, Cheshire, where she grew up? The name is altered. The portraits are said to be recognisable.
  • That the Gawain Poet, author of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight — the finest poem in Middle English after Chaucer, and arguably finer — wrote in the dialect of Cheshire? His identity is entirely unknown. His poem has been in print, in various forms, for over a hundred and fifty years, and is studied on four continents. Cheshire does not make enough of this.
  • That the Tarporley Hunt Club, of which Rowland Egerton-Warburton was eventually president, was founded in 1762 and is one of the oldest fox-hunting clubs in England? Its members used special toasting glasses inscribed Quaesitum meritis — “sought by those who deserve it” — which Egerton-Warburton made the title of his finest poem.
  • That Alan Garner, who grew up at Alderley Edge and set two of his novels there, was given a copy of The Weirdstone of Brisingamen by J.R.R. Tolkien after a chance meeting, with a note saying he had read it “with great interest”? The two writers had claims on the same underground mythology. The Cheshire one has been rather less celebrated, which is not entirely fair.
  • That Cheshire cheese was the first English cheese to be exported outside its home region — ordered for Queen Elizabeth’s Privy Council dinner in 1590? The French, who have been importing it ever since and calling it Le Fromage Chester, may or may not be aware of its precedence.
  • That a ten-ton glacial boulder in West Park, Macclesfield, carried south from Cumbria by the advancing glacier approximately twelve thousand five hundred years ago, was presented to the people of Macclesfield in 1857 as a gift — having been found during excavations nearby? It is called the Macclesfield Erratic. It is, by considerable margin, the oldest thing in Macclesfield.

This page draws on Egerton Leigh, A Glossary of Words Used in the Dialect of Cheshire (1877); Roger Wilbraham, An Attempt at a Glossary of Some Words Used in Cheshire (1817, enlarged 1826); Robert Holland, A Glossary of Words Used in the County of Chester (1886); J. Potter Briscoe, “Cheshire Proverbial Phrases” in William Andrews (ed.), Bygone Cheshire (1895); A.W. Boyd, A Country Parish (Collins New Naturalist, 1951); John Tams, “Congleton Bear” (twentieth century); Rowland Eyles Egerton-Warburton, Hunting Songs, Ballads &c. (Chester, 1834, to eighth edition, 1887); and assorted research, 2025. The selection and editorial commentary are our own. Errors of emphasis are ours; the genuinely curious parts belong to the county.

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