NINETEEN SIXTY FOUR – PART 128
H.G. Hurrell of Wrangaton
Michael L. Roach
Henry George Hurrell was born in Plymouth in 1901, the son of a corn merchant. He was known as “HG” and just before WW2 he sold the family firm and devoted the rest of his life to nature and the Baptist Church, making nature films, painting and bird watching. He was associated with Mutley Baptist Church for many years – this is located alongside the public road which is over the top of the west end of Mutley Tunnel, Plymouth. Beneath the chapel was a meeting room where I went just once to hear a talk by probably the most famous railwayman and railway enthusiast of the twentieth century Mr. Cecil J. Allen. HG moved to Wrangaton sometime before 1939 and lived there for the rest of his life, passing away in 1981. It was here on the edge of Dartmoor, high above the village, that he studied badgers, among many other species.
One evening in early July 1964 I went walking on the edge of Dartmoor with my then girlfriend as we often did in Summer. I think it was probably in the Cornwood area, and after the walk we would adjourn to the Cornwood Inn which I am pleased to see has been a community inn since 2019. There we would feed a coin into the juke box to play “Telstar” among other tunes. Telstar was a 1962 instrumental by the English band The Tornadoes named after the Telstar communications satellite launched into orbit on 10 July 1962. Another favourite tune was “Apache” by the The Shadows – an English instrumental rock group, who were originally a backing band for Cliff Richard. Apache was their first no. 1 and propelled the group to stardom, the first backing band to achieve commercial success in their own right.
On the way home from Cornwood to Plymouth in 1963 I would sometimes organise it so that we stopped at Sparkwell Bridge (at the top of Hemerdon Bank) to watch and listen to one steam-hauled freight slog its way up the bank – in the dark if necessary. In 1963 there were just two regular rostered steam-hauled trains up the bank that could be relied on; this one was the 4T12 9.40pm Tavistock Junction to Cardiff freight due to pass Hemerdon Box at 10.02pm. The 22 minutes allowed for a banker to come out of Plympton loop and buffer up to the rear of the freight train. On Saturdays the train ran earlier at a nominal 8.05pm to Cardiff, but very slowly at first, because the 4.50pm Penzance (8.00pm ex-Plymouth) to Manchester had to pass Tavistock Junction and clear Hemerdon Box at 8.17½ before the freight could get going through Plympton and up the bank complete with banker.
It was only possible to photograph the freight train to Cardiff on a Saturday evening in summer for about 12 weeks from mid-May to mid-August, I attempted it just the once on Saturday 25 May 1963; and of course the Manchester train ran late that evening. The freight train passed me at 8.50pm instead of 8.30pm in weather that was not brilliant in a field some distance west of Sparkwell Bridge. I could not read the number of the 9F but it was probably 92208 or 92241 both of which I had seen that Saturday morning on Laira Shed.
On this particular evening in July 1964 the visit to the inn had to be abandoned because we came across an injured bird sitting at the bottom of a hedge. We carried the bird back to the car and then sat and thought what we were going to do with the injured bird. Was one of us going to take it home and nurse it back to health? Then I remembered that a few miles up the main road lived HG Hurrell the well-known naturalist. He was not difficult to find even though we did not know exactly where he lived in Wrangaton. HG was a perfect gentleman and very welcoming to two total strangers and agreed to look after the bird. He went much further than that inviting us back later to go on a badger watch one evening at dusk. A couple of weeks later we returned to HG's home on the edge of Dartmoor just before sunset. It was one of HG's sons who took us down to a field of grass at the edge of a wood, there to sit very still against the base of a hedge for nearly an hour waiting for the badgers to come out to play; but not that night – no badgers came out to play which was disappointing.
I was very fond of that young lady but two months later we parted and went our separate ways; and our paths have not crossed since. I was too young to settle down anyway, and very lucky in that I had another love competing for my attention and that was the railways. In 1964 there were still four years left to seek out and travel over interesting railway lines before the end of steam in August 1968.
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