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I have made a fortune in my Birmingham factory. Five hundred people
work for me in Union Street, making buckles, buttons, and snuff-boxes.
I use my money to buy land in and around Birmingham, and I own nearly
as much as there is in the whole of Sheldon manor: but much of my
land is not in Sheldon but in Yardley, of which I am Lord of the
Manor. My home used to be Bordesley Hall, but now I live in Moseley
Hall. I often ride out to see my farms in Sheldon: my tenants are
encouraged to improve their land, and so get better crops, by using
lime and marl, and to plant root crops and then sell in Birmingham.
I can afford the expense, and shall get my money back in increased
rents as the tenants make more profit. John Snape has been making
careful surveys of all my estates, and is now drawing maps of them.
A good deal of land is still being wastefully farmed in strips,
and I intend to seek agreements with other land-owners to enclose
the open fields, dividing them up into compact holdings on which
new farms can be built. If we can't agree we may have to go to Parliament
to sort it out, but that is very expensive for everyone involved.
Farms and cottages are being rebuilt in brick. Some of these farms
can be big enough for many families of labourers, people who will
lose their very small holdings and have to work for someone else.
Orphan children are a problem in every parish, costing the rate-payers
a great deal, but I am able to employ many of them in my factory
in the town.
Lord Digby is lord of Sheldon, and he has made a deer park of the
old West Hall demesne around Kents Moat. He and I, with the few
other large land-owners, have to provide carts and men to maintain
the roads of Sheldon. All tenants have by law to do some work on
the roads every year, but the work is poorly and grudgingly done
because it is unpaid and they can see little benefit to themselves
as they never travel more than a mile or two. Lanes are deeply sunk
and rutted, while fords across the brooks are often impassable.
There is but one good road in the parish, and that is the Coventry
Turnpike : there is a toll-gate by the Wheatsheaf Inn, where payment
must be made for use of this highway.
Every year people leave Sheldon, mostly to work in Yardley or Birmingham,
because they cannot find work in the parish. If all the land was
enclosed, the meadows drained, the roads improved, and the new methods
of farming used, there might be work and a good living for everyone
but not everyone would farm the land. I am doing what I can to make
the bare Sheldon landscape more pleasant, as well as more profitable,
by hedge and tree planting. The trees give shelter to the fields
as well as an eventual source of firewood.
Mr. John Taylor himself drives up in his carriage together with
the surveyor of his new Sheldon estates, Mr. Snape. He is a very
wealthy manufacturer in Birmingham, buying and improving land all
round town. (Later to found Taylor and Lloyd's Bank, which became
Lloyds Bank PLC) Arranges to take four orphan children as apprentices
- usual way of getting them 'off the parish', reducing the heavy
Poor Rate which all landed people had to pay.
Children walked down to the well-made Coventry Turnpike to see
one of the mail-coaches flash by : horn in distance, gatekeeper
ran from his house to swing tollgate wide open.
Coach on time to the minute. Return past rebuilt Mott House (former
Lyndon Manor House), follow path from village to Cockshutt : south
fields all enclosed now, small quadrilaterals mostly. Past windmill
stump to hamlet of Garretts Green, two large farms and others on
former common land.
In the village of Sheldon are now about 70 houses, farms and cottages
with a total population of about 400 people who are spread around
fields and along the little lanes. The centre of the village is
by St. Giles Church, but less than half the people live close to
the centre.
Most people earn their living on the farms where they earn about
1/- (one shilling = 5p.) per day, but that is quite a fair wage
in this district.
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