Editing Hartlepool (section)

===Garrison===
[[File:Fish Sands and Sandwell Gate, Hartlepool Headland (geograph 1647257).jpg|thumb|The defensive walls around Old Hartlepool]]
Hartlepool was once again militarily occupied by a Scottish incursion, this time in alliance with the [[Parliamentary Army]] during the [[English Civil War]], which after 18 months was relieved by an English Parliamentarian garrison.<ref name="LocHistHart" />

In 1795, Hartlepool artillery emplacements and defences were constructed in the town as a defensive measure against the threat of French attack from seaborne Napoleonic forces. During the [[Crimean War]], two coastal batteries were constructed close together in the town to guard against the threat of seaborne attacks from the [[Imperial Russian Navy]]. They were entitled the ''Lighthouse Battery'' (1855) and the ''[[Heugh Battery]]'' (1859).<ref name="HistUKHart" />

Hartlepool, in the 18th century, became known as a town with medicinal springs, particularly the [[Chalybeate]] Spa near the Westgate. The poet [[Thomas Gray]] visited the town in July 1765 to "take the waters", and wrote to his friend William Mason:<ref>{{Cite web |title=Thomas Gray Archive : Texts : Letters : Letter ID letters.0461 |url=https://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=tgal0461 |access-date=2022-08-22 |website=www.thomasgray.org}}</ref>
{{cquote|I have been for two days to taste the water, and do assure you that nothing could be salter and bitterer and nastier and better for you... I am delighted with the place; there are the finest walks and rocks and caverns.
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A few weeks later, he wrote in greater detail to James Brown:<ref>{{Cite web|url=http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=tgal0463|title = Thomas Gray Archive : Texts : Letters : Letter ID letters.0463}}</ref>
{{cquote|The rocks, the sea and the weather there more than made up to me the want of bread and the want of water, two capital defects, but of which I learned from the inhabitants not to be sensible. They live on the refuse of their own fish-market, with a few potatoes, and a reasonable quantity of Geneva [gin] six days in the week, and I have nowhere seen a taller, more robust or healthy race: every house full of ruddy broad-faced children. Nobody dies but of drowning or old-age: nobody poor but from drunkenness or mere laziness.
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