Beachy Head Lighthouse

Beachy Head Lighthouse

 

 By Elizabeth Wright

 

 

The red and white striped lighthouse at the foot of Beachy Head in East Sussex is an iconic landmark in this busy section of the English Channel, its flashing light continuing to warn shipping of the submerged reefs that lie out from the chalk cliffs. Known locally as ‘The Devil’s Headland,’ this area’s unforgiving combination of jagged rocks, notorious currents, and capricious south-westerly winds, have been the cause of many shipwrecks and deaths.

 

In 1691, the court of William III and Mary was petitioned by Thomas Offrey, Lord of the Manor of Birling, for the urgent need of a warning light. “Being sorely troubled by the great number of ships and lives lost every year at, and near, Beachy Head in Sussex. It sheweth that a great number of ships have been heretofore lost and some are lost every year near “the Beachy” in Sussex, being a very dangerous coast in the dark; and whereas nothing is so good to prevent the same loss as a lighthouse.’ This plea was referred to Trinity House, Deptford Sound, the General Lighthouse Authority for England, Wales, Channel Islands and Gibraltar, where it was duly recorded, pigeonholed and forgotten.

 

 

Credit for Beachy Head’s first warning light being built at this location must, in part, go to the efforts of one caring, God fearing and determined man, Jonathan Darby, (1667-1726). Born in Appleby, Westmorland, he married Anne Segar at the age of fourteen. Having studied and become Bachelor of Arts in 1689, he gained entry to the church and was ordained in 1691, by Gilbert, Bishop of Sarum.

 

A year later he secured an appointment as curate at Littlington church, in Sussex. Accompanied by his wife, they travelled in a carrier’s wagon to Alfriston, and then walked the rest of the way to their new home. The village was small, just a few thatched cottages, rectory, farmhouse, an inn and a Norman church.

 

Welcomed by the community, they soon integrated into village life. Jonathan and Anne’s first child was born here; they decided that God should choose their son’s name. Opening the family bible at random, they saw the words ‘Hannah conceived and bore a son, and she called him Samuel.’ So that was the chosen name of their firstborn. A daughter, Anne, was born in 1701, followed by Richard in 1702 and William, in October 1703. A sickly child, he died from ‘a fever’ a few weeks later. Both Jonathan and Anne were heartbroken but took comfort by believing ‘this is God’s will.’

 

Although he busied himself with church affairs, Jonathan was aware there was poverty all around him, many parishioners existing just above starvation level. The financially destitute could be taken to the dreaded workhouse, so, to help add to the family income, the women worked on the farms, especially during harvest time and the children earned pitifully small amounts of money in any way they could, and were often exploited from an early age.

 

A shipwreck could bring rich pickings, stealing the cargo was an accepted way of life, helping to ease the deplorable conditions endured by many. Jonathan was strongly opposed to this, although he was compassionate enough to understand the reasons why. If a ship ran aground, word quickly spread, and the villagers, laden with baskets, headed for the wreck, looking for any salvageable items. Jonathan would go along to see if any unfortunate mariners could be saved. If not, he would arrange Christian burials.

 

Having taken up the offer of a full time appointment to East Dean parish, he administered ‘God’s comfort to my cherished flock.’ After witnessing a number of wreckings and discharging the last rites over so many graves of unknown mariners in his churchyard, Jonathan became determined to give practical help and try to save further loss of lives.

 

Under a nearby promontory, situated about a mile from Jonathan’s home, there were a number of rough caverns that had been used by smugglers. This was an ideal location to carry out his plans to provide a warning light to passing vessels. Working with a pick, chisel and axe, and often wearing his familiar beaver skin hat, Jonathan spent all his spare time hewing out a series of tunnels in this cliff face, which he reached by a staircase in a chimney shaped hole leading up from the beach.

 

One visitor, years later, described how they had to clamber up the chimney, using notches for their feet, ‘whilst holding onto a rope, which was suspended from a ring and staple driven into the chalk above. The chimney would admit just one person. At the top there were four or five roughly cut steps which led to the ‘Hall,’ from where you could look out of an arched window, which Darby had enlarged from its smuggling days. The window was about fifty feet above the beach. The ‘Hall’ would have held up to thirty-five persons. There were two alcoves in the ‘Hall,’ one was probably made by smugglers for defence purposes, and the other alcove was used by Darby for his lantern store. One of the caves had a balcony some twenty feet above highest water, accessed through a chimney from the Downs. Another adjoining cave was lit by two lanterns set into the wall. This room was basically furnished, with a well worn carpet on the floor, the walls blackened by candle smoke. Ropes and other rescue equipment were stored in side recesses.

 

During rough or stormy weather, Jonathan would listen as the wind and rain lashed against the window panes, and then say to Anne, ‘I must be about the Lord’s duty.’ As he donned his heavy winter coat, Anne would reply, ’God will look after you, I know that.’ Bent over almost double against the full force of the wind and rain, Jonathan would scramble along the boulder strewn beach, every step an effort, and then wearily pull himself up the rope to his cold, damp sanctuary. Although, often exhausted, he would sit there making sure the bright, warning light he’d fastened above the balcony, didn’t go out.

 

His Bible, kept on a nearby table, was his companion. Opening it up, he would give thanks for a safe journey to the cave during treacherous weather, and asked God’s blessing ‘for those in peril on the sea.’ Due to his efforts, the loss of ships decreased, and many sailors’ lives were spared; thus, he achieved, single handed, what many men had only talked about. Some villagers thought he was mad, others feared they might lose their lucrative income from stripping wrecks. ‘He will have us in the workhouse,’ one labourer was reported to have said in the local Tiger Inn.

 

After the death on April 24th 1707, of their eldest son Samuel, and the loss of a fifth baby at birth in 1708, Jonathan became increasingly withdrawn, and his cave became almost a second home. Local gossip suggested that he had been driven there ‘by the vinegary tongue of his wife, from which to escape he nightly sought the quiet of his cave existence.’ Little did they know that spiritual guidance was urging him on into almost obsessive behaviour to try and save as many lives as possible.

 

Anne Darby died in December 1723, at the age of 59. Heartbroken and sobbing, Jonathan wrote in the church register, ‘Mrs Anne Darby. Bury’d Dec 19th wife of Mr. Jonathan Darby, Minister.’ The tears running down his face dripped onto the paper, mingling with the ink, smudging the first two letters, which was still visible many years later. With Christmas being celebrated by all those around him, Jonathan could only sit and lament his great loss. He wrote, ‘My beloved Anne, my wife, this home is now left to me desolate.’

 

With Anne gone, Jonathan lost much of his purpose in life. Although he continued his vigils in the cave on stormy nights, the dampness took its toll on his health and he collapsed in the late summer of 1726 and was carried to his bed with a raging fever. He lingered on until October 25th when he died in his sleep. He is buried in East Dean churchyard and the slab is inscribed,

‘Here lies the body of Parson Darby M.A. Oxon

Who died on 26th October 1726.

He was the sailors’ friend.’

 

With no light to warn shipping of the dangers of this rocky coastline, there were many more disastrous shipwrecks. In the early 1800’s, a naval captain who had survived when his vessel sank, vigorously demanded positive action, writing strongly worded letters to the press, government and Trinity House. This brought about the erection, on the headland called Belle Tout, of a temporary, experimental weather-boarded lighthouse. A more permanent structure, Belle Tout lighthouse, came into operation in 1834, but never lived up to expectations, as the light was often obscured by sea mists.

In July 1899 work began on the famous Beachy Head lighthouse sited on the foreshore and the light was first switched on October 2nd 1902.

 

Jonathan Darby’s primitive cliff face lighthouse was the first Beachy Head light.

About Elizabeth Wright

Managed a Pet and Garden Centre in Eastbourne for 38 years. Holder of City and Guilds Certificate in Pet Shop Management/Animal Care. Past pupil of The Writers Bureau and The Bureau of Freelance Photographers. I have been writing feature articles for forty years and have been published in a wide variety of popular magazines ranging from Sussex Life, Aspect County and The Lady to Landscape, Bird Keeper and Your Cat. Author of Made in Sussex. (S.B.Publications) Belle Tout – The Little Lighthouse That Moved. (My Voice Publishing). From Fancy Pants to Getting There. Paperback (My Voice Publishing) From Fancy Pants to Getting There. Kindle (AndrewsUK publishing) Full member of The Society of Women Writers and Journalists. Membership Secretary of Anderida Writers, Eastbourne and was awarded their Anderida Accolade for services to the Club.