Blists Hill Victorian Town
We all know on here, I love anything from yesteryear. When I got told Let’s go to Blist Hill Victorian Town I didn’t know what to expect. When I got there it was like taking a step back to yesteryear. If you’ve been to Beamish, Blist Hill Victorian Town is the southern version.
As you walk out from the visitor centre you find yourself in a small Victorian town which has been created using some of the original ironworks buildings, replicas of buildings still standing elsewhere and some, such as the New Inn public house, which have been relocated from other areas of the UK.
First stop was the bank, to change our modern museum to their money of half penny, farthings and sixpence. Beamish doesn’t have this so it was a nice twist.
We spotted the Boys Brigade hut, where it said it costed them threepence to go each week.
Now we have our money, it’s time to go shopping. We had the dressmakers, the grocers, habbidashery, post shop, chemist, sweet shop and the baker. I thought all of them were brilliant, but I felt the sweet shop was very disappointing.
As no money was spent in the sweet shop, we left and immediate could smell, the delicious, scrumptiousness coming from the Fish and Chip shop. We bought a bag of chips, the smelt lived up to the taste, being cooked traditionally in beef dripping. If anything, the trip was worth it just for the chips.
After eating the chips, getting a quick photo with a copper, we headed down the hill.
Halfway down the hill, we stopped at the printers, candle factory, the doctors, the bakers, picking up some homemade gingery biscuits.
At the bottom of the hill, we passed the ironwork, blast furnace, blacksmiths, blow engine and the school. There’s also a Victorian fair, and an amazing Gypsy style caravan. I fell in love with this, would love to stay in one.
Walking into the school, we had out nails checked, what we were wearing checked over, repeats of the times table (what was hard) and singing God Save the Queen (for Victoria), which lucky enough I knew.
Afterwards we headed to the small little squatters cottage, where we met an old lady knitting. She explained the squatter cottage was small, would have up to nine people living there, in such cramp conditions. It really made me appreciate my 21st century life. It had a small kitchen area and bedroom inside, an outdoor tin bath, a real life pigsty and a pivvy aka a loo.
Next it was the tollhouse and mission church, before heading back to the lower hill area. We stopped at the Victorian fair, for a quick game. Reminiscing about my time spent on shuggy boats growing up, how I wasn’t aloud on them.
Walking back up the hill, we heard music coming from the pub, The New Inn, for a quick half, to spend out last money.
Overall I am pleased that I got to go to this Victorian town, as it was so like Beamish but with a different twist. I think they do it well, the staff / volunteers were really friendly to speak to. Really new where they worked. I loved the squatters cottage as that was new. The fair looked fun, the schoolrooms really made you feel you were there.
It doesn’t matter if you’re old you are, these museums are great. I think this one they might want to update it, like Beamish has done, would be my only criticise.