Three big hotels come to mind as ‘Great Institutions of Portrush’ – the Northern Counties; The Golf Hotel (Castle Erin); and the Metropole. All three were landmarks; all now deceased. Two I remember with fond happy memories; for one, I have no such affection.
I see the almost-glamour and grandeur of the Hotel Metropole in the early 1900s, the claims to be the top hotel in Portrush. But remove that quite-grand portico and you get the rather plain frontage, on a busy crossroads location. And all I saw in my lifetime was its rather drab run-down appearance, seeming to go downhill every year, until derelict and put out of its misery by its destruction in 2009.
Maybe it could have been great. It is a prime landmark site – coming down from the top of the Coleraine road, it is there, the marker, the sign – you are arriving, you are here. It is on the big junction: from Coleraine, from Portstewart, going in to town, or going on to Bushmills and the Causeway – the Metropole corner is the landmark. It is the crossing point, from Croc-na-mac to go over to go to the west strand. It is the meeting-up place for going to Kelly’s or the goodbye place to go off in different directions afterwards. And was the awesome viewing point to see the NW-200 bikes screaming down the hill and then slowing for the hairpin corner to go on to Portstewart.
Maybe that is the problem: it was a place to go on to somewhere else – not particularly a place that you wanted to be.
When did it start? May 1907 and the national newspaper, the Daily Express, announces that the Hotel Metropole is open – alongside adverts for other top-notch resorts like Buncrana, Douglas Bay, Llandudno and Connemara.
And the local papers in June 1907: “Now open, Hotel Metropole, Portrush.”
Its unique selling proposition? Prime access to the Portrush golf course, in its 20th year and growing strongly:
“Uninterrupted view of the famous Golf Links.
“Only 1 minute walk to the Golf Houses”
“Most convenient hotel to the Golf Links”
“Overlooking the Links”
“Immediately opposite the first green of the Golf Links”
From these blogs you will remember that Portrush golf began as the Triangle Golf Course, on the sandhills bordered by the train line, Croc-na-mac, and Causeway street. The clubhouses and the 1st tee and green were just over the road from the Metropole. But the golf courses were drifting further away, with new holes created at the Causeway street side and new courses expanding beyond and going out to the White Rocks. In the 1940s the golf clubhouses would completely move there; the Triangle would revert to sand dunes that I would race up and down on my bike and fly kites and play cowboys and indians.
The year after opening though, the hotel has a big coup. Early 1908 and the Saturday paper proudly announces that the “magnificient Hotel Metropole,” the “finest tourist hotel in Ireland” will host the Lord Lieutenant, the high heid ‘yin in Ireland!!!! This is going to launch the Metropole on to the world stage, with great publicity and glowing reports of his luxurious stay will be in the top newspapers.
(PS I have never tried to spell ‘high heid ‘yin’ before.)
The Metropole then sure features in Monday’s newspaper (right) and it is indeed amongst the Court circle pages of the big London newspapers, amongst descriptions of the Lady Dowager of Russia having tea at Buck’ House, and of Prince of Wales at Scotland Yard seeing the new technique of finger-printing for crime detection. But – over that weekend there was the death of his mother-in-law and the Lord Lieutenant had to return to London. No glowing newspaper reports then, only the news that his County Antrim arrangements and his Metropole visit are cancelled, immediately.
To me, that sums up the life of the Metropole: it almost made it, but not quite.
Newspapers are so awesome, so real, so ‘live action.’ In 1909 there is the story of the ‘advertising skating carnival’ at Portrush Pavilion, out the side of Barry’s, with familiar names like Hill Bros. and Torrens as winners. Alongside that skating news though is the court case: the owner of the Metropole, a Justice of the Peace, is being hauled up for non-payment of rates. The Metropole is not doing well financially.
So, goodbye to Mr Davison JP, and time for a fresh start. In the Portrush hotel adverts of 1910, the Metropole is ‘Under ENTIRELY new management.’ So, new opportunities with the new owners, the Mason family, previously of a Carlisle hotel.
But!!! the Metropole location is at that prime road junction location – and almost immediately they are faced with the prospects of transport difficulties, of plans to extend the Causeway tram around the Metropole:
Not nice attractive excursion trams, but branch lines for trams laden with stones as quarrying activity ramps up around the town. Freight trams will run along Croc-na-mac down the side of the hotel through the dry arch and along the promenade to the harbour; two other lines will go past the front door of your magnificent hotel and down golf terrace to the train station and the harbour. There was relief fo rthe Metropole in that the prospects of level crossing gates across the main access roads was frowned upon and that threat of that tram line development went away, but maybe it highlights the location of the Metropole – a bit precarious, vehicle traffice all around.
Another selling feature of the Metropole was – its Garage.
“Finest motor garage in the district.”
“Excellent motor garage.”
Sorry again, that doesn’t quite win it for me. It is like the service stations at interchanges of Britain’s motorways – surrounded by roads, always traffic and noise. I guess in the early 1900s, motor travel was a luxury, a novelty, and if you are doing your round-Ulster driving tour you want to know there is a garage. It might be good as a pit-stop but otherwise the Metropole corner never seemed to me to be an attractive holiday location – a busy road junction, hotel very close to the road, no view of the sea, noisy train line behind, and not in town centre.
But at least it has a good garage.
And I love the phone number: Telephone No. 5.
After WW1, 1921, it is the Age of Empire. The New World is open and there are ships going to New York, Canada, and Australia. Everyone is on the move! and up there, on the same page as cruises to the Black Sea and Norway – is…… the Metropole hotel, and train excursions to Portstewart and Portrush.
But, still a failing hotel? A year later it is bought by the Presbyterian Health Society and becomes the Portrush Rest Home. The Society provides health services – treatment, dentistry, optical care – for its members, and the brochure proclaims Portrush as the first rest home facility of its kind. The Society hoped it would prompt the government towards providing such care, which came in with the NHS, over 20 years later.
A few years later though, the annual reports of the Presbyterian Society moan that the Rest Home is under-used, that the number of people staying is not as expected – and the Metropole is on the move again. It is bought by the Stewart Bros. family of Portrush – they had the garage in Victoria St, that burned in 1923 destroying 30 jalopies and the Kelly Hall too (“the most extensive fireworks ever seen in the district” – I hope that you have read that episode). It reopens, now known as the more-familiar ‘Metropole Hotel.’ That sounds better to me: “Hotel Metropole” sounds a bit hoity-toity, a bit south of France-y, to me.
And the Metropole Hotel is open during the 1930 ‘Shopping Week’ that promotes local produce and business. (‘Toners’ stationers,’ on Eglinton St? wow, that is a distant memory!) And by coincidence, HMS Rodney, described as the most powerful battleship in the world, is in town and helps to open the celebrations – and to have a street named after it, as well.
The Stewarts also have the transport business, with buses and excursions, and in the 1930s motor transport is boosted with the start of the NW-200 and great touring holidays. (Images: Ulster Transport leaflets)
The transport business changes though in the first days of 1936 when Stewarts, and all other private transport operators around Northern Ireland, are nationalised under the Ulster Transport Association.
And just for interest, the article on the left, from the same page, describes the New Year festivities at the Northern Counties, including the swimming gata in their new indoor swimming pool.
Wartime, 1940, and the Metropole Hotel, and the whole nation, are raising funds for planes: “More Spitfires mean fewer Messerschmitts and Heinkels and Dorniers,” with dances and whist drives at the Metropole.
In Belfast, Harland and Wolff shipyard was one of the biggest in the world and built 3,000 vessels during the war years; and Short Bros. was making the Sunderland flying boat and the Stirling long-range heavy bomber; and James Mackie was the main supplier of Bofors anti-aircraft shells; and flax mills were making aircraft materials. Targets for four nights of Blitz in April and early May 1941 left 100,000 homeless. The 15th April raid of 200 bombers left 900 dead – the largest loss of life in one raid, outside of London. Sheila Brown writes, “We came through the Blitz in Belfast – I remember the planes over our farm. Bad night – the war was a bad time.” The city was in ruins and government offices are moved out of the city: the Metropole Hotel in Portrush is requisitioned for the “Ministry of Finance (Ulster Savings Branch)”.
It is the end of the Metropole’s life as an hotel.
Trish Gray writes: “My Mum, Winifred McCallion, was evacuated to Portrush from Belfast during the 2nd World War, as part of the Ministry of Savings?? I’m sure it had a better title than that… They used to walk from the Metropole to their lodgings (in my Mum’s case, Antrim Gardens, run by the Johnstons, I believe), rush their lunch, then back to the Metropole. All in 1 hour!
“I remember Mum mentioning Miss May (Isobel?), but really not sure…
When Mum got married in 1951, she had to leave the civil service.”
Reba Jackson remembers that “Miss Kathleen Galbraith worked in it when it was Ministry of Finance – she went on to be a nurse. As far as I know she is still in Coleraine. Mrs Annie Leighton was a patient in it years ago – she used to live beside Ballywillan old Cemetry.”
And Olive Byers writes that her mum Betty Sandford worked in the Ministry there during the war, and that she used to travel by bus from Portstewart in a coat that her aunt made her out of an army blanket.
The Blitz on Belfast, and all round the war situation is severe. The same page announcing that the Metropole “Will not be open” writes about the Home Guard defence, the battle for Russia, Tobruk, U-boat wars, and Ulster being in the hunt for the Bismarck.
The Ministry of Finance/Ulster Savings continued at the Metropole after the war, then in 1964 the offices moved over to Crown Buildings at Artillery road in Coleraine, and the Metropole converted into a convalescent and holiday home for the elderly. The police station over the road gets heavily fortified in the Troubles in the 70s, rather souring the outlook, but even so the Metropole gets a glowing report from Mr Sharkey in 1976, as the ‘Happiness Hotel’.
I was never inside the Metropole but one of its best uses was outside, as a viewing point to see the NW-200 – photo below, 1975 (source). In the 1929 photo in my Wall of Death blog, the NW-200 view looking up the hill was of open countryside (I think with Portrush hockey club pitch, until 1935), with the Metropole being the last of Portrush buildings.
Personally, my further prejudice against the Metropole: we were out for a walk to the west strand and I was telling my brother that my dad, Segeant Martin, had tripped that day as he was walking back along Croc-na-mac for lunch. I was acting out the scene but too energetically, and I swung my leg too quickly, knocking myself off balance, and I fell over myself – right at the Metropole corner, and right in front of the rather nice girl who went past, smiling sweetly and condescendingly at my idiocy.
In 1994, and the Metropole corner is a big part of the new road traffic system, and new signs and directions appear all around the town – including outside our front room window, spoiling our view up the new road. It might be coincidence but the Dunluce Centre had opened in 1993 and the road system directed the traffic up the new road to go past that building. I am only saying.
The care home had finished a number of years earlier, and the Metropole was used as a clinic for a while. Sheila Kane remembers taking her toddler there for a routine ‘development check up’ about 1994. The clinic “was in a pretty grotty part on the ground floor facing the police station.” The Metropole had been vacant for several years and Mr. Drew Hempton bought it after public auction about 1993. His son An tells me that Drew renovated it and brought it up to standard as accomodation for Coleraine university students.
Known as “Metropole house,” that arrangement with the NUU finished about 1997 when the university provided purpose-built accomodation in Coleraine, denting the Portrush accomodation business. The Metropole then became a low-cost self-catering hostel – very busy during NW-200 times, and rented out for summer lets, and winter lets for foreign workers maybe for 2 month stints. Mr Hempton thought to renovate in 2007 but instead sold up about 2008; the new developers asked him to stay to keep it running as a going concern.
Back in 1907, a Metropole advert said a 2-night weekend stay in June with meals was 15s 6′ – with inflation, I reckon that as £60/person in 2007 money. By contrast, Karen Monkeith describes her stays there in mid-2000s: “I remember there was a huge sign on the wall – £8 per night weekdays and £10 a night at weekends. That’s per room – that was so great for families because it was so reasonable, but on Lush club nights thousands of ravers would descend on Portrush from all over NI and many would stay here – a strong disposition was required to get through those nights!
“It is interesting to read about its time as a nursing home because all the original furnishings were still there, and there was a rumbly old creaky wooden lift which had a concertina gate that you pulled over (with great effort) to get the lift moving. Thankfully it had a beautiful rambling old staircase which was much easier on the nerves.
“Each landing had a huge old leather wingback chair in front of a big old telly. I remember passing a little kid sitting there one morning silently watching cartoons, a creepy scene like this in my hungover state was terrifying!
“There was a lot of rooms, many still with the old hospital beds. A room at the back meant a late night and an early start because the train track ran alongside the building (we have no trains in the west so this was a novelty lol). There was a shared kitchen/dining area where you would meet lots of different characters.”
Mr Hempton, the son of the last proprietor, tells me that it had 40 bedrooms, large, and on busy times like the NW-200 weeks or after Lush events that there might be 100 people staying. It is just my guess that it was a rowdy, boisterous, chaotic place to stay!
Mr Hempton sold up about 2008, though stayed on for a while as a manager. Metropole House was empty and derelict from mid-2009. There was a rough sleeper on the top floor, a fire started there, and it was the end of the Metropole iin December 2009.
Karen wrote, “It was not for the faint of heart!” and continues, “It’s such a shame it’s gone, I loved the Metropole building. It had a dark ominous feel about it as is often in old historical buildings. I just know Stanley Kubrick would’ve loved it too!”
and Shane H writes, “I only ever stayed in the place once. Thank God……”
From dereliction after the fire it was part of ‘Eyesores to be cleaned up’ (Belfast Telegraph March 14 2012) and the giant billboard added for the Irish Open golf in 2012 – the success of that golf competition paved the way for The Open in 2019.
Overall: maybe there were good times for the Metropole, maybe with the Stewarts as a motoring holiday pit-stop and for the early days of the NW-200 in the 1930s, and as the Happiness Hotel in the 1970s. Overall though institutionalised with years of being a rest home or care home, regular big changes of usage and owner, and each change seeming to me to be a step lower, from its heyday of the Lord Lieutenant visit that never happened.
Me, it could be that I am being too much of a downer on the Metropole – I was far too old to use it as accomodation for going to Lush nights – do let me know if you have more positive experiences. Maybe I am just biased against it, it having tripped me up on the pavement outside.
More reading:
http://lisburn.com/books/ulster/ulster-Guide-adverts1.html
Metropole Hotel Portrush Demolition – YouTube
Destruction: https://images.app.goo.gl/HNFQUBQqVLQgg6Ku8
Metropole Hotel Fire – 17th December 2009
https://discoverportrush.com/buildings/hotels-restaurants-cafes/metropole-hotel/
British Newspaper Archive