On the way to
Scarborough I veered of the motorway to York to find the grave of Dick Turpin,
the famous highway robber. I went directly to the church through thick traffic.
I was lucky to find a space on a narrow street lined with parked cars. The road
was soon blocked by an ambulance. I had a coffee in the car and watched on. The
ambulance men disappeared into a house then appeared with a portly scruffy man
on a stretcher. He looked like he had not washed himself for weeks. He was
conscious and I caught his eyes as I walked passed. He gave the looked of a man
admitting unhealthy living had caught up to him.
I could see
Dick Turpin’s grave in an enclosed across the road from the church. At the gate
were four men drinking cans of beer and smoking. I was a little hesitant to
pass them but they were friendly enough, nodded, and one asked if I was
prepared to swap hats. I’m sure there was much microscopic life and a gallon of
grease in his hat so I said no thanks dude. There were others graves on the
mown grass but Dick Turpin’s was the only characterised by a broad headstone.
He was born in
the Blue Bell in, Hempstead, Essex - one of six children. His dad was butcher
and Dick may well have been the same but at about 30 years ago he joined a gang
who stole deer and horses. Though he is well known for highway robbery (and his
200 mile overnight ride from London to York on his horse Black Bessy) he didn’t
do it for long. Two gang members were arrested and Dick disappeared from public
view for about two years. He reappeared again with two new gang members. Nobody
knows for sure but its guessed Dick accidentally shot one of his gang members
dead, was pursued for this and killed his pursuer.
He started
living in Yorkshire under a new name but people were suspicious of his lavish
lifestyle. A local magistrate made some investigations and guessed it was Dick
Turpin. He was soon thrown in York
Castle. In March 1739 he was found guilty on two charges of horse theft and
sentenced to death.
He was hung at
Tyburn, employing five mourners to help put on a bit
of a show for the crowd. Records say he threw himself off the ladder and took
about five minutes to die. He was hung using the “short drop” method from a
short rope which meant strangulation lasted about five minutes. His body was
left hanging until late afternoon. He was cut down then put in a tavern in Castlegate. The next morning he was buried in the graveyard
opposite Roman Catholic St George's Church.
Who knows if this
legend is under the stone? Shortly after the burial his corpse was reportedly dug
up by a labourer and taken to the home of a surgeon who carried out illegal
dissections. An angry mob heard of this and descended on the house, reclaimed
the body and re-buried – allegedly - in quicklime.
One of the men drinking
cans of beer. He asked if we could swap hats. Note Dick Turpin’s grave in
background.