From the Courier, 1 April 1960.
End of a Smugglers' Lair.
Woodsgate goes to make room for new buildings.
A Tale of smugglers and hidden gold, of a skeleton and a ghost came
to an end at Pembrey this week when the "Woodsgate Hotel" was pulled
down.
In its place will rise 5,000 square feet of garage workshop, an
extension to the Woodsgate garage. And the grounds - once a
beautiful walled garden - will be covered with new houses.
The hotel, parts of which were more than 400 years old, was the old
posting house of Pembury. Outside there was a turnpike gate through
which passed 14 coaches a day on their way to London or the coast.
At night it was the half-way-house of a less legitimate trade -
smuggling. The village of Pembury was renowned for the cheapness of
its brandy, tea and silks.
Genteel trade.
In the sellers, so local legend says, there is a skeleton of a
smuggler who died trying to escape the Bow Street Runners. His ghost
roamed the house, rattling doors and drinking a daily pint of beer.
But in 1780, the hotel had a more genteel trade. The official guide
of that time stated that: "Woodsgate is a good in, situate about 2
miles from the Wells, on the great road leading from London to Rye,
Hastings, etc.
Mrs. Jarrett, the landlady of the house has been at the expense of
fitting up several rooms in it on the purpose for the reception of
company, who in their airings on that road, frequently stop the
drink tea coffee, etc. From then passing through the turnpike
leading to Tonbridge town.
After that guides, the house's history was not recorded. But
villages still tell tales of smugglers and a drinking ghost, and a
hidden casket of gold.
The tales will live on but the house is dead. And the ghost? |