Memories of Otley Courthouse

Memories of Otley Courthouse book


The ‘Memories of Otley Courthouse’ project has interviewed and recorded the memories of people who had connections with the Courthouse, Police and old Fire Station until the courts closed in 1997. The recordings have been edited for inclusion on the website, in a book and on new display boards in the Courthouse. This work has been funded by the Heritage Lottery Fund, through a ‘Your Heritage’ Award. These Awards are for local and grassroots heritage activities, of which the recording of oral history is an important part. Over 20 volunteers have donated many hours of their own time to carry out the project.

The book and display boards were launched on Saturday 8th December 2012. The Courthouse website contains extracts from the interviews, with audio, text and pictures. To access these recordings on the website, please follow the links on this page.

The success of this project means that there are many more interviews to be carried out, as well as further work in editing and photographing interviewees! If you would like to help with this fascinating work uncovering the past history of buildings and people, who were so important to Otley’s history, please contact the Courthouse on 01943 467466 or, giving your name and contact details. One of the heritage volunteers will then get in touch with you.

Memories of Otley Courtroom & cells – Rachel O’Connor

Rachel O’Connor was a reporter for the Wharfedale and Airedale Observer newspaper between 1966 and 2010. She covered court cases at Otley Courthouse every week until it closed in 1997.

Rachel guides us around the Courtroom and cells giving us a fascinating insight into how business was done and inmates facilitated.

Memories of Otley Police Station – Harry Clay (On the Beat)


Mr Clay and Team

Mr Harry Clay who was Police Constable 850 in Otley Police Station from 1956 to 1961

They were policing the town, Otley town centre but there were also some beats, some outlying beats which brought in Pool, Fewston and then out towards Burley in Wharfedale and Bramhope. They were the outside beats. And then inside the town itself, there was the town Beat, which was No 1 beat. Outside that was the No 2 beat which they went further out into the housing estates roundabout Otley, like at Weston or down Pool Road. But the actual Town Beat was just the town, the town centre so it was bordered by Boroughgate, Kirkgate, Bradford Road and up towards Leeds, as far up Leeds Road as far as the Auction Mart.

Every half hour we had to be by a telephone box in order that the office could contact us should they want to send us anywhere. You needed to be there five minutes before and five minutes afterwards so that covered a quarter of an hour, and then you moved on to the next point. The first one was outside Moss’s shop in the market square. Another one at the bottom of Station Road. There was one up Leeds Road by the Auction Mart. There was one down Pool Road by the pub and Mechanics Hall by the Maypole. Then there was one up Bradford Road, by the traffic lights. Then there was one down by the swimming pool down in the park. Then there was one in Weston Road. We had to alter these points daily. When you went on duty, you signed on duty they told you where the points were. So you had half an hour to walk there. You walked everywhere and sometimes it was quite a long walk. From Leeds Road to Western Road was a fair walk and then your next one might be Pool Road so in a night you covered quite a few miles. You had to check the property. As you were walking down the road you had to check the door system, on nights. When you first came from Training Centre, you were on nights until you got used to walking about the streets in uniform,(that was the thing) plus the fact you had to get to know the place. Now the first night I was on nights, Sergeant Preston said, “You’ve been a cadet haven’t you, you know things, well I’m off at two, you’ve got the town to yourself.” I was in charge of Otley. There was someone in the office if you got stuck like. So I thought, I’m all right here then. So I just wandered round Otley.

Memories of Otley Police Station – Harry Clay (Beat in the rain)

Something that’s always fascinated me? What do policeman on the beat do, when it is pouring with rain?

Well theres plenty of doorways. You have certain spots that you call into, for refreshment or relieving yourself. The toilet in the centre of Otley was an easy place to access. I’d only two pairs of boots. One pair was what we called our best boots, which were kept for drill days, or court duties. If you’d been on nights, and it’d been chucking it down with rain all night, your boots were very wet, so you couldn’t get a polish on them ‘cos they were wet. If you went to court you were expected to be properly dressed and polished and I remember I was on one night and I was on 6 to evenings that night and I was due to be in court the following morning at 10 o’clock. So I just had a few hours sleep. My boots were absolutely soaked. I remember going in with these boots. The sergeant said “You haven’t cleaned those this morning, have you.” I couldn’t get a polish on them anyway sir and my best boots were not fit to wear so he said “Well they won’t see them when you are in court.” Very often, I remember walking round Otley when I was eight inches of snow. We were absolutely wet through to the skin.

Didn’t you have a big cloak? I seem to remember big capes, when I was a child.

Yes, we had a cape and we also had a mac which was dependent what sort of weather it was. We wore the capes regularly on nights to keep us warm, to cover up the things that were harming.

Memories of Otley Police Station – Harry Clay (“Appointments”)

When I was on court duties, we used to have to take the prisoners to Armley gaol, when they had been committed to prison. And it was our job to take them to prison. One prisoner escaped because he hadn’t been cuffed so the next time we took them to gaol, we had to cuff them.

They were called appointments, that’s the handcuffs and staff and your whistle.

So you called a’ truncheon’ a ‘staff’.

And you didn’t draw your staff. When we paraded on the drill parade, that I talked about earlier, the monthly drill parade, then we had to present appointments, and that was pulling the handcuff out and your staff and then the inspecting officer would come down and inspect you. Sometimes they asked you to blow your whistle, but they never asked me. I think it was to make sure they worked. My handcuffs certainly didn’t work.

Memories of Otley Fire Station – Betty Hutchinson

Betty Hutchinson

Betty Hutchinson

So my father was an auxillary fireman.  If the fire broke out when the firemen were at home, there was this bell system at the top of the stairs, which would ring out if there was a fire.  And then of course Dad would have to jump on his bike and head off down Billams Hill.  If you attended, one of the first that went on the first fire engine you would receive rather more money than if you got the second one.

Well I was looking at this, the National Registration Identity Card which Dad had and it gives his details on it.  But on the back it says ‘I certify that the person to which this identity card relates is employed in or under is a member of the National Fire Service.  And that was dated the 9th July 1943. And it was signed by Mr King, Ivor King, who was the station officer at that time. There was a very tragic fire in Otley where two children were killed.  And Dad was very ultra careful about fire.  We had an old fashioned Christmas Tree.  It had little candle holders on the end of each branch and we had these candles stuck in, but they were never lit.  No.

Memories of Otley Police Station – Clarry East (Stray dogs)


Clarry East

10 Wesley street where we lived was on the opposite side of the road to the police station and I said there were the petrol pumps for the police cars but there were also stray dogs locked in kennels until they could be taken elsewhere and they were yapping all day and all night.

We had to keep these dogs 7 clear days before they were disposed of and I know it caused a lot of heart break for various people in the area when the dogs were yapping all night as well as our family as we lived on the premises. In fact one of the bedrooms in our house and the bathroom was over the Chief Inspector’s garage and he used to leave the door open and the wind was howling through, the room was extremely cold, the dogs were barking and sometimes it was so cold in that house in the winter that my eldest boy used to sleep in the front room – and of course being a poor copper we only had lino on the floor – no carpets, and if he heard the road sweeper go by in a morning about 5 o,clock, he used to come out early mornings to sweep the streets, he used to pitter patter across those linoleum floors climb up on a box in front of the window and scrape the ice off the window to look out to see the road sweeper go by.

The bathroom was over the top of the garage and this cold room and if you put hot water in the bath you had to be quick and get in and get out because the water got cold very quickly. It was a free standing bath, and you couldn’t spend much time in there, and a very big one and it was in a very large room – it wasn’t conducive to laying there relaxing as we do now.

It was hilarious at times, but we were younger then and we could accept these problems a lot better than we can now.

Memories of Otley County Court – James Turnbull

James Turnbull

James Turnbull

My memory of the Courthouse is that it was in fact a friendly place for people other than criminals I suppose, because it was local. And the beauty of the local court was that the magistrates had a very good idea of the circumstances in which people who appeared before them where living.

The solicitors knew the general area: they knew the Police, they knew the Probation Service and so I think that a very much closer understanding of the people that they were dealing with existed. I remember well, the chairman of the magistrates would say to a defendant before he sentenced him “Have you got anything to say?” and question him about his background. He probably knew the background of many of the farming people and the locals, whereas nowadays, one is not so intimate. There isn’t that advantage which would lead to an appropriate sentence.

The other thing that stands out in my mind is that the solicitors came to know the magistrates and their general attitude to various things, and their local knowledge. And also the police, so that the police could seek advice from solicitors in a non-formal way in relation, for instance, to the work of police officers, which all led to a very intimate and correct, and sound dispensation of justice.

The Courthouse itself was an intimate place. Of course it was formal and it was mahogany benches and so on, but nevertheless, it was cosy and was not overbearing. In later years when I became a Coroner, I sat in the Court as well and I liked that Court for its intimacy and its possibility of exercising one’s local knowledge in relation to the matters that you were dealing with.

Memories of Otley Fire Station – Clarry East

When the telephone rang you just answered it but at the other side of the office was a small box fixed to the wall and below this box was a yellow, silver, copper handle and when that phone went you didn’t answer ‘Police Station Otley’ you answered ‘Fire Station Otley’ ,because that was the only contact people outside had with the Fire Station.

You answered ‘Fire Station’ and took down the message whatever it was – if it was a fire or to be attended to by the fire engine you had to take down details, make it out in triplicate and activate the siren and/or the firemen’s bells in their home. If it was after, I think, 10 o’clock at night and before 6 o’clock in the morning you did not activate the siren, but merely pulled down this brass plunger from the box and that activated all the telephones in all the firemen’s houses. During the day, of course, they weren’t at home, so you had to have the siren on as well so you put the switch down during the other hours to activate the siren and they could either hear that siren or get to know that the firemen were required. When they heard this they made every effort to get to the Fire Station as quickly as possible.

For, I think, the first 6 when they arrived they got on the fire engine but if it was after the 6th or 7th they did not go on the fire engine but stayed in reserve. And the thing was if they went on the fire engine they got more pay than if they didn’t, consequently it was a mad rush for them to approach the fire station which of course was next to the police station. So after you’d put the sirens on for the houses you had to go outside and hand the first slip to the first fireman who came on the scene to notify where the incident or the fire was. The second slip you gave to the Senior Officer when he came on the scene and the third went on the file in the office.

Care had to be taken when you went out there because the fireman used to – I don’t know how they did it – but they dismounted their cycle before it stopped and sometimes the cycle continued on along Courthouse Street and the fireman would jump off dashing to get their place on the fire engine – consequently the bicycles were all over the place.

My son, as soon as the fire engine buzzer went he used to come to the road end – Molly used to bring him out and watch the fire engine come out. It was one of the rituals that he had to see. And so, the constable having got this organised, he then had to go and do point duty at the junction of Courthouse Street and Wesley Street, if the fire engine intended going that way and you had to know which way it was going to do the point duty to ensure that he got out straight away because of course that is a one way street and he would be going contrary to the flow of traffic if he turned left out of the fire station which of course they had to do if it was an emergency.

So it was rather an archaic system but it worked – everybody was happy except of course the people whose house was burning or something, but it worked very well and there was a very good arrangement between the firemen and the policemen.

Memories of Otley Police Station – Clarry East (Ten bob scam)


Clarry East

On one occasion I remember it quite vividly an old tramp like person came to the counter and said that he’d found a ten- shilling note and he didn’t look like the type of person who would ever own or have in his possession a ten-shilling note. I was quite busy so I asked him to go to the town office where Sgt. Draper was there in his wisdom to attend to all these things.

Sgt. Draper saw this chap and realised – you see he said,’ The poor man said he’d found ten shillings in the street, he hadn’t a penny to his name and yet he was handing it in being an honest and trustworthy citizen’. I don’t know what really happened but I think Sgt. Draper must have contacted the local press and before long the press reporter and photographer came round taking photographs of this honest tramp who’d handed in a ten shilling note and it was headlines in all the news that day.

The man himself was given various things for his honesty, they had collections for him at various places and I think it was Burras Peakes who had a shop in Bouroughgate who organised for him to have a new suit and another shop gave him a pair of boots – and goodness knows what else – he was quite a character and he was well publicised throughout the area that day and he went happily on his way – I don’t know what happened to the ten-shilling note, whether he was told to keep it as we used to do – I don’t know. And it was some days later that we noticed in the police reports that a tramp had been arrested and charged with fraudulently obtaining money by pretending he’d found a ten-shilling note but whereas he’d not found it, he’d had it in his possession and was playing the game that he did on us in Otley at that time – and I think he got sentenced for something or other, but it was ironic that he should get this publicity and money and other valuables which no doubt he could sell to make his way in the world.

Memories of Otley County Court – Fran Griffiths

Fran Griffiths

Fran Griffiths

We had a time slot, it was a nice sunny day and we arrived, with Liz and my son and we came into the courtroom, the big courtroom and the judge was sitting up on his seat, on the bench basically, by himself, but it was raised up high, but his robes and his wig on. He was a very nice man, had a little word with us all and then said, and I remember this, he said this is all a bit formal for such a happy occasion, I’m used to dealing out serious things from up here, so this is a happy occasion, so we won’t do it formally here, we will go in the robing room so we came into this room, it was dark, I can’t remember what the decorations, I think there were pictures around, but I do remember a huge big shiny table, in the middle of the room with lots of chairs round it, he sat at the head of the table in a big chair with some sort of carving on the top of it. And we sat round the table, everybody, and then because Lizzy was still only little she ended up sitting on the table and crawling about, because it was very shiny, and he took his wig off, and she actually grabbed it and put it on her head and that was just such a lovely moment and we were all, it was just such a happy day, really. I do remember signing bits of paper, and then, he just said congratulations and we all shook hands and that it, it was over, in about 10 mins really. And it was the beginning of her life with us, which has just been, nothing but joy really ever since.