Waltham Abbey Royal Gunpowder Mills
Coordinates: 51°41′35″N 0°00′32″W / 51.693°N 0.009°W / 51.693; -0.009
The Royal Gunpowder Mills, Waltham Abbey, an Anchor Point of the European Route of Industrial Heritage, (ERIH), set in 175 acres (0.71 km2) of parkland and containing 21 buildings of major historical importance, mixes history, science, and attractive surroundings. It was one of three Royal Gunpowder Mills in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the other mills were at Ballincollig and Faversham, but is the only site to have survived virtually intact.
The Royal Gunpowder Mills, Waltham Abbey, were in operation for over 300 years; however, from the mid-1850s onwards the site was involved in developing new nitro-based explosives and propellants. The site grew in size, and gunpowder became less important. Shortly after World War II it became solely a Defence Research Establishment - firstly the Explosives Research and Development Establishment, then the Propellants, Explosives and Rocket Motor Establishment Waltham Abbey; and finally the Royal Armament Research and Development Establishment Waltham Abbey. Its superior production methods and high quality results earned it a reputation on an international level.
Read more about Waltham Abbey Royal Gunpowder Mills: Pre-Gunpowder Use of The Site, Purchase of The Site By The Crown, Research Into Other Explosives, World War I, World War II, Post World War Use of The Site, Sale of The North Site By The Ministry of Defence, Sale of The South Site By Royal Ordnance, Waltham Abbey Royal Gunpowder Mills in Fiction, See Also
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