A SHORT HISTORY OF RIVINGTON

By W.M Fergusson Irvine , 1904.

Introduction

Rivington is an oasis in a desert of rapidly blackening country. The encircling names of industry are fast licking up all the green and tender things of life, leaving only an arid waste of cinder heaps. The curves of the oak and beech have given way to the straight chimney-shaft, while the farmstead with its quaint gables has been levelled to find space for gaunt factory walls. But at the borders of Rivington all this is stayed.  A city thirty miles away must have water free from taint, and so a wide tract of hillside is chosen, and an invisible barrier encircles it, through which no factory may penetrate.

 

Within this oasis stands the Pike, and behind it the still higher crest of Winter hill. Sitting there on a summer day, amid the drowsy hum of the bees, while the call of the moor-cock floats across the heather, it is difficult to believe that below in the plains on the right hand and on the left the great shuttle is clattering to and fro in the roaring loom of life.

 

To the south lies Horwich with its vast engine-works, while to the north are Chorley and Preston, the mills of Belmont are behind, and the pits of Duxbury blacken the ridge to the westward. Still even to these disfigurements distance is kind, and looking down from the Pike one sees only miles of rolling country, while in front the folds smooth out into a velvet plain fringed afar by the white waves of the Irish Sea.

 

But a beautiful oasis, peopled only by the bees and  the grouse or at best by a few shepherds, would have been of little service to the great mass of dwellers in the surrounding towns; and as year by year access to fields and moorland became more restricted, the time seemed near when the green oasis would only be a picture to be gazed at from afar. It was then that Mr. W. H. Lever acquired the Rivington Estate and decided to set aside the rich meadow lands of the lower slopes as well as the crest of the hill, to be given to the people of Bolton as a park for ever.

 

The extent of this splendid gift will be seen from the map at the beginning of this book, and when the unique character of the upper portion of the land, including the summit of the Pike itself, is considered, it may probably be said without fear of contradiction that as a public park Lever had few rivals in Europe . Not the least among the benefits included in the gift must be reckoned the recently made and finely engineered roads, which render access to the Pike from all points a matter of ease and comfort.

 

How many centuries ago this spot was first seized on by man as a shelter from his enemies in the encircling forest can never be told, but all about us lie traces of remote antiquity. On the surrounding moors are many relics of the early days when, Paynim amid their circles, and the stones they pitch up straight to heaven our forefathers worshipped the sun and moon. At Noon Hill is still to be seen a tumulus,1 which in prehistoric times may

 The Pike itself, the curious hog-backed mound which crowns the summit of the hill and on which stands the Beacon, shows signs of having been at least shaped by artificial means.  No doubt it is mainly a natural feature, but there are distinct traces of its having been trimmed and the approach steepened at several points.  

The Beacon, built in 1733 as the inscription states, no doubt took the place of an earlier structure, and it is not improbable that the " Standing Stone," mentioned in the charter quoted on page 8, may have actually occupied this spot. Down below, on the edge of the lake, rises a hillock, now partly covered with trees, known as Coblowe, which may have been an early burial-mound. The word low, from the old English hlaw, meaning a hill, when used in place-names almost invariably points to a barrow or prehistoric burial-place.

The name Street, too, as stated later on, takes one's mind back to remote times, nearly two thousand years ago, when the Romans occupied Britain , and sought to restrain by a chain of forts the wild tribes of the land that was one day to be Lancashire .  But these are the regions of poetry, where thought may run riot, and we must leave them to descend to the more sober plains, where dull-written records and hard facts curb the mind and clog the pen.

 (1) The diameter of the circle, measured from the crest of the bank, is 28 feet, and the average height of the bank above the surrounding land is about 6 feet. A large stone occupies the centre of the circle; and may have supported a central pole if the circle was originally roofed