This story set in Castle Bromwich is told by the Rector of Sutton Coldfield in a book about his own family history. In 1883 Rev William Kirkpatrick Riland Bedford described an event which occurred during the ’45. This was the Jacobite rising of 1745, when Bonnie Prince Charlie, the Young Pretender, tried to regain the British throne for the House of Stuart. Charles Edward Stuart was subsequently decisively defeated by the Duke of Cumberland at the Battle of Culloden in Scotland.
Sailing from France, Bonnie Prince Charlie landed in Scotland and raised his standard at a gathering of the Highland clans. He then marched south with an army of some 6000 Highlanders to claim the throne of England from the House of Hanover.
The Duke of Cumberland was the younger son of George II and the most able general in the English army. At the time he was fighting the French in Flanders in the War of the Austrian Succession, but was quickly brought back to deal with the Jacobite uprising.
It was December 1745 when a regiment of Cumberland’s army marched through Castle Bromwich. They were on their way to face the Young Pretender’s rebel Highland army in Scotland. The Redcoat soldiers had made their way from the south of England via Stonebridge and along the Chester Road.
While the troops made their camp on Hodge Hill Common, some of the officers spent the night in comfort at the Bradford Arms. This coaching inn on the Chester Road still thrives to this day.
The officers spent an evening of revelry and consumed a great deal of alcohol. And so it was late the next day, when they were at last in a condition fit to travel. They mounted their horses and rode along the Chester road in the direction of Tamworth to catch up with the regiment of which they had charge.
(Their route took them through Castle Bromwich village, down the steep hill, now only a footpath, to the crossing of the River Tame and to the Tyburn. They then followed Eachelhurst Road through Walmley and along Withy Hill Road to Bassetts Pole.)
Ten miles further on, when they reached Bassett’s Pole, the officer in charge discovered his sword to be missing. Realising that he must have left it at the Bradford Arms, he retraced his steps to recover it.
That officer must have been blessed with a good sense of humour. Well over an hour later, he arrived back at the Bradford Arms to find that he had indeed left his sword there. He laughed and declared that he had enjoyed the episode so much that, as long as he should live, he would pay for a banquet to be held there on the anniversary of the day that he had ridden off to fight for King and Country – without his sword.
And, by all accounts, the officer was true to his promise. The Rector of Sutton attested to the fact that there were in Castle Bromwich people who could remember being told the story by witnesses to the event.
*There is another less jolly tale told in Castle Bromwich probably referring to the same occasion when the Redcoats marched against the Jacobites.
As was usual, the regiment sent an advanced guard to ascertain the best route forward. There were maps at that time, but they lacked detail, were often inaccurate and showed few roads.
When the guard arrived from Castle Bromwich at the Tyburn, they asked directions of a man standing outside the Tyburn House Inn. The poor man had no roof to his mouth and the soldiers could not understand anything he said. Denounced him as a spy, the hapless man was taken to the commanding officer, who immediately ordered him to be shot. The order was carried out instantly. The man’s head was struck off and his body was thrown into a ditch at Eachelhurst near Pype Hayes. The head was stuck on a halberd and carried as far as New Shipton just north of Walmley, where the soldiers threw it up into a tree.
Strange to say, in 1827, the body and head of the poor fellow were both found within weeks of each other. The remains of the body were discovered when the Eachelhurst meadows were being drained and, when an ancient oak was felled near New Shipton Farm, the skull found to be embedded in the branches.