Red herrings and
silver darlings
David North, Head of
People and Wildlife
The herring is only a small fish, usually not more than 10
inches long, shaped for speed and with shining silver scales on its sides and
belly. Out of the water its scales reflect a subtle rainbow of colours and like
many fish its beautiful colouration deserves recognition but rarely gets a
mention.
This is a species that has changed not just the history of
Norfolk but possibly the world! Don’t believe it? Well read on! It’s a story of
war, of global trading, of kings, queens and slaves and of course of human
greed and folly, and all centred on the humble herring. The herring is a
births, deaths and marriages fish – it has changed human and family history
both through love and through tragedy. There are many families today whose
parents or grandparents met only because of our obsession with this species.
‘No herring, no wedding’ was once a common saying in fishing communities.
Let’s start with Norfolk. Three of Norfolk’s four largest
towns all have links with the former trade in herrings, but few would argue
that Great Yarmouth owes both its origins and its growth to the North Sea
herring. The town’s origins go back to the tenth century when this coastal
sand-bank was first settled by herring fishermen. The fishing was good and
Yarmouth gets a mention in the Domesday Book (1086) as the centre of the
herring industry. At this time over the border in Suffolk the Manor of Beccles
paid an annual tribute of 30,000 herring to the Abbey of St Edmund which was
increased to 60,000 after the Norman Conquest. Henry 1 declared Yarmouth a
burgh in 1108 for an annual payment of ‘ten milliards herring’.
Yarmouth’s medieval herring fair, described as the ‘noblest
fishery for herring in Europe’, ran from Michaelmas (29 September) to Martinmas
(10 November) and attracted merchants from across Europe. Statutes of Herring
passed in 1357 meant that herring had to be landed at Yarmouth before they
could be traded.
The herring industry was the basis for the growth of the
whole community in Yarmouth. It provided work not just for fishermen but for
sail makers, rope makers, net makers, coopers (barrel makers), fishmongers,
curers, shipwrights, gutters and by the 19th century for tug crews,
railwaymen, dock workers and engineers. The scale of the industry is almost
impossible to imagine today. In 1722 Daniel Defoe visiting Yarmouth writes of
40,000 herring barrels being prepared and by the start of the 19th
century Yarmouth was the largest herring port in the world. The peak was in the
early 20th century with 900 million herring landed in 1913 and the
average catch in the early 1900s being 530 million herring in the 14 week
season from September to November. The record came in 1907 when 90 million
herring were caught off Yarmouth in a single day with only space for 60 million
to be landed the other 30 million were diverted to Grimsby. Scottish coopers in
1906 were making 2,009,014 barrels and 422,080 half barrels for the herring
industry. 1,163 Scottish drifters (the herring boats) moved south to Yarmouth
in the 1913 season and 1,359,213 cran of herring were landed. (1000 to 1,300
fish make up a cran) These were the days when you could walk from one side of
Yarmouth harbour to the other on the decks of the drifters, and 10,000 seasonal
workers, fishermen, fishergirls and curers swelled the population of Yarmouth
for the autumn herring season.
So herring was big business and led to the growth of one of
Norfolk’s four most populous towns but what of wars, weddings and changing
world history? Surely too much to claim for a 10 inch silver marine fish. Well
here are just a few ways that herrings have changed the course of our history.
Lets’ start with the Romans and the Vikings – they both
fished for herring in Norfolk waters. So maybe the healthy diet of herring was
in part responsible for all that conquest, raping and pillaging. More seriously
the origins of the Hanseatic League originated in the regulation of the herring
trade. Lynn of course grew before it became Kings Lynn as a Hansa port and both
Norwich and Kings Lynn had medieval Hanseatic League warehouses from where
herring were traded for wool, hides and beer, and even with Russia for timber.
So important was the herring trade that the Hansa took control of the salt
mines at Luneburg to dominate the herring industry through control of salt.
The herring has been described as ‘the potato of the middle
ages’. It was the staple diet of both rich and poor. Yarmouth had to provide
herring pies for Royalty. When the English army were besieging Orleans in 1429
500 cartloads of salted herring were despatched but the French got wind of this
(maybe literally!) which led to the ‘Battle of the Herrings’. The English army
at the battle of Agincourt was fed on salt herring. In more recent times you
could equally argue that the British Empire relied on salt herring. There were exports
to the West Indies of Yarmouth herring to feed slaves and keep them working and
healthy: all part of the herring story.
Did herring enable us to win the First World War? Well they
certainly played a part. Steam drifters from Yarmouth were requisitioned as
mine-sweepers but more vital than that as in wars through the centuries it was
fishermen who enlisted in the navy (49% of UK fishermen enlisted in the First
World War). With their knowledge of the sea they played a crucial part, many
dying to keep trade routes open and Britain a free country.
Through the centuries many fishermen have died in pursuit of
the herring but equally many weddings, love-matches and births have also been
the herring’s legacy. The annual migration of fisher-lassies from Scotland
following the herring south to Yarmouth for the autumn fishing season took
place for nearly a century. In 1913 6,000 women gutted 854 million herring in
14 weeks in Yarmouth. They worked long hours gutting 30 herrings a minute with
their hands wrapped in cloth to protect them for salt getting in the cuts they
sustained. A good fishing year swelled the marriage register and not all these
girls returned to Scotland. The end of the fishing season in November was a
peak time for marriages in Yarmouth.
The story of Norfolk’s herring industry is one which we all
still have lessons to learn from. For many centuries the practice of small
wooden sailing boats setting nets at sunset to catch the herring as they rose
from the depths to feed near the surface at night, though dangerous and a hard
life, was also sustainable. Steam drifters from the early 1900s worked in much
the same way heading out to work the seas up to 40 miles off Yarmouth – the
most abundant seas were north-west of Cromer at Smith’s Knoll. However better
technology and bigger ships meant that a great industry died through greed and
the silver darlings no longer swam is single shoals more than two miles long. A
change to trawling and purse-seining meant the herring could be hoovered out
the sea at any depth and a combination of more engine power, bigger boats and
electronic equipment to find the fish meant there were no refuge areas for
herring in the North Sea. In the 1960s the Norwegians alone had 259
purse-seiners each capable of taking 1,000 tons in a night operating in the
North Sea. By the early 1970s it is estimated that 75% of the entire North Sea
stock could be taken in a single year and a combination of the British, Danes,
Dutch, and Norwegians emptied the North Sea of herring. In 1977 the EU closed
the North Sea herring fishery which led to a partial recovery but on nothing
like the scale once sustained. Issues including illegal fishing, by catch, and
a lack of will by politicians remain an issue though the welcome news just this
month (Feb 2013) that the EU may ban discards and regulate North Sea fisheries
on a more sustainable basis is decades overdue.
If you have followed this story I hope you will agree that
the herring, Yarmouth’s silver darling, deserves its place in the hundred
species that have changed Norfolk’s history. It’s a story of greed and the end
of a Norfolk industry that once employed thousands. A story that we still need
to learn from if we are to create sustainable seas and much needed
Marine Conservation Zones. Let’s remember the silver darling, campaign for sustainable
seas and hope one day the great shoals of herring will return to the North Sea.
P.S. And finally a
red herring! The red herring was smoked whole and smoked long. So long that a
single red herring could be used to lay down a false trail that would mislead a
whole pack of hounds. They would literally be following a red herring.