Edward
‘Ned’ Coulson was born at Broadstone Cottages, near The Anchor Hotel,
Haydon Bridge, in 1754. Ned was an eccentric character – and a supremely
talented one at that. He was a superb athlete on the one hand … and as daft as
a brush on the other.
Ned was
marked out as odd from his earliest years. He didn’t utter a word until he was
five and was skitted by his schoolfriends for this ‘backwardness’. He soon
caught up, though, and followed his father into joinery and watchmaking; and on
reaching maturity he was tall, wiry and very strong.
His most
obvious talent was his running, for which he became famous. He competed
successfully in races across the North-East, and kept in shape by running
around the countryside from job to job pulling a cart behind him. He played the
fiddle, too – and could do so behind his back whilst running. Another trick was
overtaking horse and carriages, hiding to let them pass, then overtaking them
again, to the astonishment of the travellers. On several occasions he ran up to
Haydon Bridge old church at the dead of night, mounted the pulpit and read
aloud to himself from the Bible.
His
athletic ability would take him on extraordinary journeys. Once he was tasked
with taking a message on a 50-mile return trip to Stanhope, which he achieved
over the course of one winter’s night and the following morning – surprising
his taskmaster by presenting him with his return message in an almost
impossible timeframe. On another occasion, after walking 65 miles he reached
home in time to take a successful part in some athletic sports. But his most
famous feat was beating a horse and rider in a race from Brampton to Glenwhelt
– a distance of more than ten miles.
Ned was
odd in all sorts of ways – far too many to mention here. He would collect
strange things, including herbs which he kept in his bedroom, and hoarded bad
(damaged) half-crowns. He also had an irrational dislike of pigs.
One source states that Coulson was of Kenyan
descent, which would certainly explain his talent for long distance running. He
died in 1807 after fording the Tyne when the bridge was out and catching a cold
– after which he bizarrely removed himself to Bellingham where he soon died and
was buried.
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