History of the Brickyard
The brickyard history, like the location itself, is slightly lost to time.
The original Peterstone brickyard was established by William Kent, the architect of Holkham Hall. Legend has it that he brought over brick makers from Italy saying “there haven’t been any decent bricks made in the England since the roman’s left. If we are going to build the house from brick then I want them to be the best bricks, with strength and durability so the house will still be standing in 300 years time.”
Bricks from Peterstone were used to build Holkham hall which puts the creation of the brickyard at pre 1734. There were other kilns built on site which have long since vanished. The date in the wall of the remains of the most recent kiln, is 1865 which was the last year of the American civil war. That kiln was used until the last brick left the site in 1951.
The kiln could hold roughly 30,000 bricks, it took 3 days to stack them in there, 2 days to get the kiln up to heat and 2 days to cool down enough to take the cooked bricks out. Flat out, the kiln could be fired every week. Although stacking the kiln was done by one man with two apprentices it took another 100 men to keep them supplied with wet bricks.
Clay was dug, by hand, out of the ground at Peterstone and carted by horse and cart to one of several “wash-pits”. The clay was washed in the pits to remove small stones. Once settled the washed clay had to be moved to a drying pile before it was dry enough to mould.
The resulting “working clay” was then thrown by hand, into wooden moulds and the wet brick was tipped out onto drying racks in the large drying sheds. The wet brick had to dry for a further period before it was ready to go into the kiln. There is good evidence that underground ducts from the kiln itself, could be regulated to supply heat to the drying shed so bricks could be dried in winter.
The kiln was fired with coal brought in on a railway siding right up to the coal store next to the kiln. Due to the length of the ovens, some 20-25 ft, the coal was “Bowled” not shovelled into the oven under the kiln. The 3 mouths of the oven are called the Bowling holes, men would literally bowl the lumps of coal right to the back, further than shovelling could have gone.
The same railway siding that brought the coal then took wagons loaded with bricks, back to the cargo line for a connection up to Wells and Cromer. There was a weigh bridge on site so if you knew the weight of the wagon and the weight of a brick you could calculate the number of bricks in each wagon.
World War 2 Legacy
During the Second World War, many men were sent to fight and labour was in short supply. Prisoners of war were put to work all over the country to try and bridge the gap. A dozen or so German prisoners were sent to the brickyard to continue the brick making. One of these POWs was a potter and he told the foreman that he thought the clay was good enough to make pots. The foreman said “OK then, make us a pot and we’ll leave some space in the kiln to fire it.”
The German potter made several very lovely pots which caught the eye of the foreman’s two son’s who were young teenagers at the time. They asked if the POW could teach them to make pots which he did. When the two sons grew up they asked the Earl of Leicester if they could start a pottery at Holkham. The Earl agreed and supplied them with a property for a studio. In the 1960s Lady Elizabeth Yorke, wife of the 5th Earl, helped turn their studio into what became Holkham Pottery. This became a large company employing lots of people an sold beautiful pots and ceramics across the world.
Tim and Catherine who live on the campsite had their wedding reception at the brickyard. Many of their friends chose to camp in the wilderness at the brickyard rather than take some of the local accommodation. Friends seemed to enjoy the camping so much that Tim and Catherine thought it would be a good idea to open the campsite to the public. It took a lot of work to get all the relevant permissions and certificates but their vision is fast becoming a reality.