Punting on the River Stour in Canterbury, UK

entrance to Canterbury Punting Company's startng pointI finally took the historic punting tour on the River Stour, close to my last day in Canterbury. I don’t know why I procrastinated so long. Maybe I wanted the anticipation to linger. I’ve been seeing the Canterbury Punting Company’s boats on the river every day for two weeks. It looked like so much fun.

While waiting, one of the company’s people answered my questions about the fish in the river (chub, perch, brown trout, sea trout, pike and eel), the river’s depth (one foot here gradually increasing to 6 feet at the Abbot’s Mill), and this river site (because of its shallowness it was a fording spot for the Watling Roman road).

our punter, VilmaAll of the punters I’d seen were males. So, as I and my traveling group waited on the bridge, I was pleasantly surprised to see our punter, Vilma, coming up the river with a single passenger, another employee.

settling onto the puntDescending the concrete stairs to river level, we carefully stepped over one punt and across to ours. I was relieved to sit down on the blanket with a supportive pillow behind my back. My balance is not that good.

After giving us the safety talk and taking a picture for liability (required to prove who was on each trip; said they hadn’t lost anyone yet), we were off.

Stour River plantsVilma started with the basics. The River Stour breaks into two streams, creating an island (which includes Greyfriars Gardens) in the city centre. It further divides with a channel that the Romans built to control the water, and across which the Greyfriars Chapel now sits. Stour means angry, hardly a word you’d use to describe it today. It is one of the five cleanest rivers in England, though they don’t recommend drinking it. Vilma was very knowledgeable; the only time she couldn’t answer a question was about the water plants in the river.

Blackfriar buildings in CanterburyI loved seeing this river from the punt, enjoying sites I’d come to love in the city from an entirely different perspective, and peeking around buildings to view things I hadn’t yet seen. This included the refectory (right, now the art gallery for Kings School) and guesthouse (left) of the Blackfriars, so called because they could afford the most expensively dyed robes of black, versus the poor Greyfriars, who wore the cheapest grey cloth. The Blackfriars (Dominicans of Inquisition fame) came here from Spain in 1221, three years before the Greyfriars.

medieval dunking platformJust downstream from the High Street bridge, was a medieval ducking stool replica, a punishment for minor crimes and nagging wives. Yes, a man could pay to have his wife ducked in the river – not a pleasant experience, as most industries with their effluent sat along the river and the city sewage floated there, too. Unlike today, where properties with river frontage are upscale, the river of old was nasty.

skilled punterVilma was a skilled punter, stooping to avoid hitting the bridges and buildings we went under, and taking defensive moves to prevent bumping with boats from another cruising company who rowed instead of punted and therefore faced backwards.

Going under High StreetShe snaked us under the low Eastbridge Hospital building on High Street, and on the other side, the King’s Mill. King Stephen leased it to the Abbot of St. Augustine Abbey in 1144. It continued grinding corn until 1796 when the owner, Alderman James Simmons, who also owned Abbots Mill, turned it into his residence. (Presumably the river was cleaner by this time.) Immediately behind the mill, Simmons built a warehouse with floor hatches over the river. They’re still here. He used them to lower cargo onto river barges, and then floated the goods to their destination.

Abbotts Mill_Kentish RegisterAt the Abbots Mill we had to turn around, because historic sluice gates prevented further travel downriver. I was here on my first day in Canterbury. A grain mill had been on this spot for centuries, taking its name the first owner, the Abbot of St. Augustine’s Abbey. It was purchased by another Abbot during the reign of King Stephen and became Crown property at the time of King Henry VIII’s reformation. In 1792, Mr. Simmons built a magnificently large mill on the site complete with an observatory on top, the second tallest building in the city after the Cathedral.

Both sides of the mill waterwayFrom the river, it was easy to see the two arches with water running under them. These were the mill races leading to the water wheels. Each wheel had a 16 ft diameter; and the water hit them halfway up the wheel (breastshot). The wheels drove eight pairs of millstones in the six story mill, which could grind corn into 500 quarters of flour each week. A “quarter “ weighed between 480 and 504 pounds in 1815 when the Corn Laws went into effect. The mill burned down in 1933. Vilma also pointed out the Miller’s Pub across the street, built in 1826 to serve local mill workers. The life of workers at that time was fairly insular; people lived and ate near their work. (For a fascinating peek into the life of an Abbot Mill worker, see these writings of a worker from 1930-1933.)

twelve sluice gates at Abbots Mill GardenThen she showed us the twelve black sluice gates built in 1829 that still dampen the flow of the river. City personnel can raise and lower these twelve upper, and six lower gates, individually for flood control.

Abbots Mill Garden on the rightAs we slipped past the Abbots Mill Garden on the right during the ride back up river, Vilma told us that this orchard was originally owned by the Blackfriars. They used the fruit to brew ciders and wines. Today the garden still contains fruit trees that are free for the picking when ripe, apparently popular with local students.

Vilma continued to bring history alive for us. One building, currently housing a pizza restaurant, was a brothel. To protect the reputations of the gentlemen visitors, two doorways led directly from the river, where they could enter discreetly by boat.

Historic Weavers HouseThe historic Weavers House goes back to the days when French-speaking Belgian Walloon, and later French Huguenots, fled persecution on the continent. As protestants, King Charles II offered them refuge (1681) and they settled in Canterbury and other places. They were worsted weavers, and, in the second wave of refugees, some of the finest silk weavers in England. This helped the city which had seen a decline in the pilgrim tourist trade after Henry VIII shut down the churches, unsainted Thomas Beckett, tore down his shrine within the Cathedral, and burned his bones. The silk trade boosted the Canterbury economy once more. This house was built in the 14th century, despite the sign that proclaims 1500AD. The weavers took possession in the 1600s, installing their looms.

punting near Greyfriars GardensOn the last stretch of the cruise, Vilma’s punt was narrow enough to go a short distance down the canal that the Romans built alongside what is now, Greyfriars Gardens. Here we paused, and I listened to her description of the Greyfriars. I knew it well, having crossed the footbridge often at the spot where she lingered, catching pieces of the stories with which the punters and rowers entertained their charges.

I had come to think of these people as familiar parts of my secret garden, watching the delight of their passengers enjoying the trip’s serenity and calming pace, while learning history.

I was sorry the trip had to end.


Greyfriars ChapelFor other essays from this trip to England see:

Everyday London

“This better be so worth it” – Perseverance on the Isle of Wight

The two Cowes – Isle of Wight

The “Gum Incident” – Osborne House, Isle of Wight

Exploring Brighton, UK

Must-See Sights, Brighton, UK

Fighting with the washer in Canterbury, UK

mill race at Abbots Mill GardenBack when street names meant something. Canterbury, UK

Beachcombing “tools” to the rescue at Margate, UK

Living like a local in Canterbury, UK (and finding Greyfriars Gardens)

I have a confession. Learning history in Canterbury, UK

Can a beachcomber ever be satiated ? Collecting at Lyme Regis, UK

Gifts and lessons from the sea at Lyme Regis, UK


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6 Responses to Punting on the River Stour in Canterbury, UK

  1. Nancy Garceau says:

    Another trip to a place I’ll most likely never get to see in person. Thank you for sharing Diane!

  2. Kathy says:

    Amazing – thanks for taking us all along on your trip! So laid back & relaxing as opposed to being with a tour. Beautiful.

    • Thank you Kathy. You know, I think my next book has to be about traveling independently “at a certain age.” I’d love to inspire you and others to give it a try. Even the not-so-laid back parts like the “Gum Incident” and “Fighting with the Washer” were memorable and will have me laughing for years to come. Much love and Aloha, Diane

  3. Charles & Marilyn Sontag says:

    Hi Diane; We so enjoyed your visit, and the time we spent with you. You certainly put a smile on the face of the day! So, let us do it again! I suggested your book to Fred and Char living in Dunwoody, and, of course, they have enjoyed your work. Good going! I hope the storm passing through your area hasn’t caused you any great problems. It seems most systems come close to your Island, but change direction at the last moment. Regardless, we hope all is well with you. Take care, Chuck >

    • Yes, the hurricanes come close, but then our two big volcano mountains steer them off (usually). Hubby and Daughter Number 1 (who is home for a brief summer break) said it hasn’t been too bad.
      I sat up one night in bed and remembered: 509 Vicksburg Place, Dunwoody. Glad they liked the book.

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