How we got our name...............
If you read our blog you might be interested how we got our name. The society was originally formed in 2005 in the Greyhound Pub in the village of Winterborne Kingston. Its founding members were taken from the Friday Night Club which was an unofficial male drinking club so the society was first named the Friday Night Golf Society. On reflection it was decided that we should not have such close links to the Greyhound as it might stop people from other areas wanting to join. Hence the society was renamed The Redpost Golf Society after a local landmark which is a unique red painted signpost on the A31 in Dorset and is affectionately known locally as the Redpost.
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For your interest the following is the history of the signpost which we hope you will find of interest
Anyone travelling along the A31 road in Dorset heading towards the west country might have noticed a red painted sign post between Winterborne Zelston and Bere Regis and wondered why this is there . Locally this is affectionately called the Redpost and it is highly prized and protected by locals from anyone trying to replace it with a modern version.
There are two stories about the derivation of this unique feature.
The first is that it was the site of a hangman's gibbet and the signpost was coloured red because of the blood that was drawn from persons receiving their punishment. According to folklore the recipients of the hangmans punishment were stragglers from the prisoners detailed in the following tale. It cannot be proved one way or another whether this was true but it is probably thee most unlikely scenario.
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The actual sign |
The story with the most credence is that the signpost was placed there to help the guards who were escorting prisoners on their long march from Dorchester Gaol which is about 15 miles further west to Portsmouth ready for their deportation to Botany Baye in Australia. It is thought that the sign gave the guards an indication of where their overnight stopover was which was at the still named Botany Baye Farm. There are still some traces among the newer farm buildings of the prisoners overnight accommodation.
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The Botany Baye Inn |
Once rested the procession would continue on the following day and would pass the site where the local hostelryThe Botany Baye Inn is now sited.The pub was built in the1920s on land donated by the local squire who did not like overlooking the original pub which was located in the centre of the village ofWinterborne Zelston. It was originally called the General Allenby and its name was changed because of the local history
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Although he following is a song about an Irish Navvy emigrating to Botany Baye and not about deported prisoners I find it of interest and would thank the Botany Baye Inn for finding it.
Botany Bay - Traditional Song
"Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay
For to take out Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvys, that they told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
The boss came up this morning, he says "Well, Pat you know
If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go"
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay"
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This article has been written by John Bryant who lives in a village adjoining Winterborne Zelston called Winterborne Kingston. John runs the Redpost Golf Society and has been a member of the village parish council. He was born in Shaftesbury and for a large part of his life has lived away from his beloved Dorset and returned 12 years ago and is now sharing some of its idiosyncracies with the readers