Norwich is riddled with old tunnels. Chalk and flint was mined for centuries, and many of the oldest mines run close to the centre of the city. Chalk was used for liming and mortar, and flint was used as a building material. You see flint everywhere – in what’s left of the old city walls, in the medieval Guildhall and in the 17th century weaver’s cottage we rented when we first paddled up the Wensum five years back.
Who knows what snakes beneath our feet? Many of the older shafts are uncharted, and sink holes appear without warning. Such was the case recently when a hole opened up close to the entrance to the Plantation Garden, Norwich’s sunken Eden, itself created from an old chalk pit. Babes in buggies and picnicking pensioners dropping into the abyss wouldn’t be good for business so the gardens were closed to the public while council surveyors did what council surveyors do. The hi-vis boys poked about a bit with their equipment and declared the area safe(ish). The gardens have now reopened and, once again, we can all look forward to a balmy summer of cream buns and string quartets.
A more famous example of that sinking feeling happened in 1988 when the ground collapsed beneath a bus along the Earlham Road, close to the gardens. Shaken but not stirred, neither the bus driver nor his startled charges were hurt. Pictures of the scene were beamed around the world; sleepy Norfolk gained international notoriety not seen since 61AD when Boudicca gave the Romans a bloody nose and razed Londinium to the ground in the first great fire of London. The whole area around the gardens is a death trap. The papal faithful at the nearby Catholic cathedral best get down on their knees to prevent the congregation going down like the Titanic.
Not to miss a trick, confectioner Cadbury, used the incident to promote one of their products with the line…
Nothing fills a hole like a double-decker.
This has much less credibility than that photo of the London bus on the dark side of the Moon.
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Is it a night bus?
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Gotta love that Boudicca! 😉
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Legend has it she’s buried under a platform at King’s Cross Station!
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I read that somewhere – instead we get a fractional platform from 7 books of complete fiction. Now that is post truth!
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holy cow, that’s quite the sink hole. I’d rather sink in that pretty garden. Something to look at while I scream in terror like a banshee. 🙂
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I thought the bus was an art installation – knowing how arty-farty Norwich is. Can you explain why your blog has gone down the list at the side of my page – saying you haven’t posted for 5 years?
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And what an installation it would make. Strange about the link on your blog. I think you’ve got a dodgy widget! Try re-installing? 😦
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Sinkholes! There is a rural road about twenty miles from me that warns of possible fissures. That is bad enough!
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There’s a small town in Minnesota called Fountain which calls itself the sinkhole capital of the US – 10,000 in all!
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Yikes!
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Glad your gardens and picknickers are ok.
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