Friday, September 19, 2025

19th September 2025


this morning as I listened to the news they announced music at The Park without saying where it was.  Well it is at Hylands just a few miles out of Chelmsford.  An old estate of several hundred acres.  We would often go for a walk there, through the Victorian gardens often to see the magnificent wisteria.  From 2011 I wrote this about the park.....

Hyland House


Hyland House fell into disuse in the 1950's and was at one time to be pulled down and the grounds turned into a golf course. Luckily there was enough protest later on for it to be saved, and with the help of lottery money has been restored. So instead of being a place for a handful of people to chase a little white ball around, it has become a place for the public to enter freely, walk their dogs, children, picnic under the trees and generally a place of leisure. Stable block has a restaurant, full of people eating out in the courtyard, with their dogs parked safely under the tables and a secondhand book shop. Plus of course 'events' we went for the craft fair, but really there was only people selling food.
Humphrey Repton drew up the plans for the landscape garden in the 18th century, he did'nt actually undertake any work just handed out one of his little 'red books' with sketches inside. But was the first person to use the term landscape gardener, and he followed on in the footsteps of Capability Brown.

We wandered round the gardens had picnics in the ground and gave thanks to the people who had saved this space.  I am not sure but I think it belonged to the council though of course it must have had a charity to run it.




 





I adore wisteria, it is flamboyant and showy. There is an explanation of how it came to England here.
And about 17 seconds of the World Garden.  I am terrible at videoing, not sure that I am capturing the scene and far too fast as I scroll round, there was a huge totem pole in this part of the garden.















Thursday, September 18, 2025

18th September 2025 - State visit

 All the king's soldiers and all the king's men........... I will leave you to fill in the next line.  Yes we can really put on a show.  The state banquet was beautiful, silver-gilt cutlery, flowers from the gardens of Windsor and Buckingham Palace adorned the table.  Everyone in their best bib and tucker.  The Tower had yielded presumably some jewelry and tiaras for the royals. The soldiers in their crimson jackets stood to attention on the walkabouts.  The horses, the only creatures worth watching were decked out in their finery as well. These black, and the greys as well, beautiful horses, will walk quite calmly, but sometimes, they will throw a fit, fight against the bit and the rein and prance around much to the embarrassment of the soldier sitting on  their backs. Actually if you go to 50 minutes in on the video below, you will capture the real feel of what our 'welcome' is.

I must confess here I never watched the triumphal visit of Trump into our fair land but read a long BBC report on it.  Still I presume the public did not doff hats as he rode by, the crowds were rather thin on the ground.

It is Starmer's job now to grovel for decent tariffs.  All of which could be withdrawn at a whim.  Britain be on your best behaviour and be quiet as the silent black cars swish by.  Just don't let the same behaviour that we see in Trump land migrate to this country.


It has all been said again and again about what is happening in America, no need to emphasis it here. It cost a hell of a lot of money that state visit though and though a visual delight it maybe unwise, especially in the eyes of the world, to fete an out and out idiot!

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

17th September 2025 - apples

 









I am going to start with Gregor Mendel, the monk who crossed peas, the 'father' of genetics in the 19th century. All through the centuries people have crossed different animals, plants, apple trees and roses all number of things to get a better result. It is often the work of the pollinating bee but humans also help, with a soft brush tipped with pollen you can bring a whole new species into life.
Have you ever thrown an apple core out of the car?  It lands on the grassy verge, maybe gets eaten by a wild animal, anyway the pips find their way into the soil and bingo an apple tree is born in the hedgerow.

In Britain we have the finest apples grown, or at least did, till the supermarkets started reducing the variety of apples, to about 3 or 4.  Pink Lady, sweet and expensive from South Africa or Golden Delicious.  Though they may find a russet for you. But apples in this country proliferated over the centuries some also of course died back.

There is the story of Roger Deakin, to be found in this Guardian article of how he had brought back from Kazakhstan the pips of Malus Sieversii, which he potted.  Deakin died, but Robert Macfarlane planted a tree in his garden which bears fruit.

In my old journal I have the names of trees planted.  I remember planting The Reverend Wilkes and Annie Elizabeth fairly close, because I thought they may have got together;) both culinary apples.  Also Orleans Reinette close by, these three did not do too well as they were near the shade of taller trees.
The more modern varieties, Discovery, Merton Russet, Katy, Fiesta,,Gala and May Queen were in the sun.  I even had a couple of cobnut trees but of course the squirrels demolished most of the nuts.
Surplus apples made lovely apple juice and our basement smelt sweet because of the trays of apples in there.

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

16th September 2025 - The Bramley apple

 Shopping this morning;  I had bought some Bramley apples for cooking to a puree. The assistant asked what did I do with the apples and I explained often I pureed them to eat with potato cakes, a German habit I think.  She didn't seem to know anything about apple crumble, welcome at this time of year with blackberries of course.  I realised suddenly that the old ways of cooking food really does differ in some parts of the country.

Okay I had a garden full of apples trees but in Somerset and the South-West many people had apple trees, we would put boxes of them outside the gate for people to help themselves at this time of the year.  But up here of course there are not so many gardens to be found on the steep slopes.

I was resentful to buy them from a supermarket but hardly likely to find apples for free round here, blackberries are of course different.  I went and pulled out a book, 'Dorothy Hartley's Food in England.  Where many apple recipes reside, not just with the Sunday roast pork, but even a version of potato cake with apple.  In this instance you turned mashed potatoes into patties then sandwiched them together with apple puree, adding at some stage sugar and butter.  Baked in a hot oven they were crisp on the outside with a buttery sweet sauce. 

This time of year there was also baked apples, the apple cored and then the hole stuffed with raisins and treacle poured down, so that the cooked apple sat very splodgy in a golden bed of treacle - just add cream;)

Bramley Tree Cottage - Alan Murray Rust, Geograph

Bramley cooking apple arrived on the scene in 1809 when a young girl planted a pip and it grew into a tree.  The 'mother' tree still survives in Nottinghamshire, and is being nursed back to health because of the honey fungus that has attached itself to it.  But the old tree still produces apples. A Wiki here explains its history

The cooking apple tree I grew was Russian, I think it was called 'white Transparent'.  You could pick the apples in late July and they fluffed up very similar to the Bramley when cooked.

At last it is raining, the rivers and becks are filling up with water, cascading down the hills in the Dales and of course flooding the roads - but we have water!  

As children this beautiful green and gold tin with its golden treacle was very inviting, but rather sickly sweet.  A spoonful was about enough.

Golden Syrup
Edit: Nothing to do with apples but Ironpolis of the Smell of Water has been visiting again, this time Brompton, near Northallerton.  The Bears of Brompton. 
Interesting fact: Scandinavian hogback stone monuments haven't been found in Scandinavia, a purely Northern English thing??


Monday, September 15, 2025

15th September 2025

 Nothing much today, except Professor Tim Wilson talking about flags.




Sunday, September 14, 2025

14th September 2025 - Different worlds




By walking Men's reversed Feet
I chanc'd another world to meet;
That it did not to view exceed
A Phantom, 'tis a World indeed,
Where Skies beneath us shine
And Earth by Art divine
Another face presents below
Where People's feet against Ours go.

Shadows In the Water by  Thomas Traherne 

I opened my blog this morning, to find that I had thousands of visitors yesterday and overnight.  We can blame bots but the other explanation is that AI is crawling around looking at our blogs and learning how to write like a human I suppose.  Fat chance Musk, humans think in different ways, that's what makes them human.

So I will confuse those little crawling bugs and talk of something they know little of, which is history, and boy they will have to swallow miles of books to even start on that subject.

You will note at the top a verse from  a Thomas Traherne poem.  Traherne was a 17th century poet a mystic and a poor, economically, vicar who wrote poems.  It is the subject matter of the poem, the full poem is here by the way, of mirrored worlds or even parallel worlds that occupied the minds of past people and occupies my mind to.  But it was reading Edmonds yesterday and I remembered something from Richard Bradley's book.

 'Hels' shoes or feet.  Scandinavian rock art. They are seen as either going up the slope or down.  Bradley asks were they travelling to the underworld or overworld?

In the mythology of Northern Scandinavian, the dead occupy an underworld that is the mirror image of the  world occupied by the living who walk upright.

In Norse mythology to go to death and the underworld one needs special hel shoes. Bradley discusses the way the carved feet in the rock goes up or down, or even disappear and becomes invisible.  These hel shoes are found in a Bronze Age context, but the later polished mirrors of the Iron Age, must have been a great wonder to the people who saw into them and looked at their reflections. 

Had they used the crystal clear waters of a river or spring to spruce themselves up in?  The Iron Age men had very elaborate hair dos.  See the first photo and the reflection of the trees.  The mind tries to extrapolate the underworld where different things are happening.  Tolkien tells of barrow-wights, that may lure into the old barrows to a sight of feasting and fun. But............ once caught, you cannot escape them and even if you do, time has passed in many, many years, the world has changed.


Understanding other worlds that are either symbolic or framed in a belief system is a fascinating study.  Death is frightening so we construct a happier world full of food, sex and happiness as far as certain faiths dictate, whether young or old.

They seemèd others, but are we;

Our second selves these shadows be.




14th September 2025

 Patriotism:  Well it really kicked off in London didn't it, flag wearing, flag waving people gathered together to shout their individual opinions on the world.  To make public their disagreement as to how their views of England  should be and not how it is at the moment.

Am I patriotic definitely not in that way, I love my country from a deep sided emotional feeling for this small piece of rock surrounded by the sea.  It has suffered from a tempestuous history, colonialism rife for so many years has not improved its reputation.  But through it all goodness has tried to find its path gathering all the ruffians along the way.  We still call them out under old Saxon laws.  

I won't join in singing Blake's Jerusalem, this England may be fair as far as the landscape is concerned but humankind has a lot to answer for. The people who denigrate the immigrants, forget that we have had so many excursions from foreign lands as to make us a pretty a DNA match as the sweet jars you see in an old sweet shop.  Our DNA is probably mostly European anyway but the Brexit disaster put an end to that.

I don't want to see us turning back into the Alf Garnetts of past comedic television,  I like and welcome the Black and Asian faces I see around, in government, in the council offices. Especially in the NHS, the doctors and nurses who tend to our ills.  Tribalism is out as far as I am concerned.  It breeds foolishness and silly beliefs.  And yes the immigrants may be causing a problem in some people's heads - answers must be found for an honest humanitarian place for them.

End of not exactly a rant, but a response ;)

Orwell has some pretty nifty words on Nationalism.

Sunday Music:  Erland Cooper's Carve the Runes at Stonehenge


Then be Content with Silence .- a longer version.

Friday, September 12, 2025

12th September 2025

 A new book arrived yesterday, one written by an archaeologist, Mark Edmonds. It has the alluring title Orcadia - Land, Sea and Stone in Neolithic Orkney.  I say alluring deliberately because anything with the Scottish Islands mentioned will drag you in.  The simple crofters life appeals to a few, not to me.  The beauty of the islands speaks of solitude, sea and land but the weather drags itself with an unexpected freedom across the islands, wind and rain having a fine old time.  

I have read the first 50 pages, it is a soft lyrical style of writing rather like the author that the book is dedicated to which is Richard Bradley whose two books sit on my shelves.

1) An Archaeology of Natural Places, 2) The Significance of Monuments.  Both books explore archaeology in the new wave of interpreting the monuments. 

 

Callanish stones - By Tom Richardson, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia

Bradley extends his scope to Scandinavian archaeology.   It seems to me that the popular version of Stonehenge and its funeral aspect, (there are many barrows round Stonehenge) will be superseded by the much more interesting Northern islands in Scotland for their prehistoric history.  A Roman writer, Diodorus Siculus mentions the 'great spherical temple' which is thought to be Callanish on the Island of Lewis.  Callanish definitely rivals Stonehenge in its stones, it is said to have an unique alignment to the sun and moon, as of course most stone monuments have.   Technology clutters our lives sadly and we cannot go outside and focus on the movement of the stars as once the Neolithic people did.

To ordinary news.  We are getting rain and I would think there is a sigh of relief from the Yorkshire Water company as some reservoirs are down to 30%.  Of course rain has brought thunderstorms and lightening and affected the trains.  My daughter did not come home till late last night the lightening had taken out the signalling and she went to a restaurant to eat.  Every day this week there has been some sort of delay on the train.  Privatisation is a complete waste of time, the profits go elsewhere.

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

10th September 2025

I have been exploring the word mores its explanation makes me think.

the essential or characteristic customs and conventions of a society or community:
"an offence against social mores" 

It also ties up with the testimonials of the Hippies of Hebden Bridge in a pdf file in an earlier blog.

digventurer at Lindisfarne An interesting link, that most holy of Islands Lindisfarne has been the subject of archaeological digging for 10 years by Digventurer and if rings on a bone finger does not worry you, the artefacts found are fascinating.

Is Zack Polanski to be the new messiah for the Green Party. Well he is certainly swanning around in the publicity media at the moment. He is definitely a good figure for the young and even has the right credentials - gay, and vegan, plus being an actor at one stage.  Plenty of political work, he is part of the London Assembly, of which I know little about.  Interesting times in the Green Party.

Link


1924 photograph by Tina Modotti


Sunday, September 7, 2025

Innocent days. Or maybe a fundamental change

 Didn't someone mention hippies the other day?  Well Hebden Bridge is still talked of as a hippy town but the hippies are much older, but still wear their hair in a ponytail....


Here is a link to a pdf with many of those hippies testimonials of their descent in the 1970s into Hebden Bridge.  There are echoes of how we think of hippies - free love, feral children and drugs but there is also a honest sincerity of trying to make a different life, with values of a different nature.

They were the grandmothers and fathers of the children today in Extinction Rebellion, and peaceful none violent protests.  Wanting a better world, a kinder world, definitely one without war in it.  Unfortunately our world is getting worse from a number of factors, perhaps we need more hippies to come forward.

Firstly they moved into the empty properties around, also (can you imagine) houses were going for the princely sum of anything from a £1000 to £2000 upwards.  Some people bought these houses and did them up over time, the hippies in squats were booted out in the end, but the council gave grants to do up the houses, to bring new life to the town.  The factories making stuff had by then closed down.  In fact HB was called 'trouser town'.

As these homes became established and whole food shops were established, the town became a mecca for 'would be' hippies from Manchester and the surrounding towns to come and stay.  Sleep on the floor and help with the refurbishing of houses and establishment of gardens and the growing of food for the culture of the vegetarian, self sufficiency that had grown up.

So they did indeed bring life to the town, unorthodox maybe, but it was a time of great change.  The 1960s had bought a sense of freedom to the young.  Music had contributed to this.  But now everything was being explored, the very values of the life 'straight' people led.  It held freedom as the prize but it definitely beat its energy against the old ways.  But that is the way of change. 

Saturday, September 6, 2025

6th September 2025

 

Bees.  I love bees and also honeysuckle.  The flower is intricately made, a magic blending of colour and of course smell.  I would fill a garden with trellises for them to climb up just to be able to walk past and touch their fragrant petals.  The above one (honeysuckles are called Loniceras) which some would say is a common one but is actually very beautiful and slightly exotic.

But the other day I thought of Jennifer Owen's book - Me and my Garden and wondered should I get it.  Then, yesterday, my old journal book fell open on something I had written from Jennifer Owen's library book about bees years ago.  So......

"The eight garden species differ in seasonality, in nesting and in hibernation sites, in food sources and in feeding behaviour, effectively petitioning amongst themselves what this and neighbouring gardens have to offer.

Bombus Pratorum;  queens, black and yellow with a red tail are the first to emerge from hibernation, often being on the wing in March.  Several other species appear in April But, Bombus Lapidarius queens, black with a red tail, rarely emerge before late May or early June.  Male B.Pratorum are often produced as early as May and colonies may finish by June, whereas those of tawny-brown Bombus Agrorum  and of Bombus Terrisistris, black and yellow with a brownish-white tail, run on into September and females are still on the wing in October.

Ealy starters and late finishes can make the most of available food when few other species are around.  Nest site preferences also differ. Bombus Ruderarius black with a red tail, and Bombus Agrorum nest on the soil surface beneath clumps of grass or moss, whereas other species build nests at the end of disused mammal burrows. Bombus Hortorum one of the white tailed black and yellow species, builds at the end of short tunnels but B.Lapidarius and B. Terristris use approach tunnels a metre or more in length.

The early nesting B.Pratorum is an opportunist using whatever sites are available, choosing above or below ground .

Hibernating queens also use different sites, B. Terrisistris burying themselves in soil beneath trees, whereas B. Lapidarius queens burrow into well drained banks.  Thus therefore there is considerable partitioning of the physical environment, in time and in space, between different space.  They differ in feeding behaviour B. Agrorum workers, for instance, rarely forage further than 450 metres from their colony, whereas B. Lapididarius may collect food at sites more than a kilometre away.  They tend to visit difference flowers, largely because if tongue length differs between the species.

Although bumble bees usually collect food from flowers with tubes a few millimetres shorter than their tongues, tongue length places a limit on depth of flower tube from which nectar can be extracted.  B. Lucorum, black and yellow with a white tail, and B. Terresistris have the shortest tongues 10 millimetres in length (or less) and feed conventionally at flowers with rather short petal tubes, such as white clover and heather.  Both are nectar thieves, which bite holes in the base of deep flowers to extract nectar and they are the main bumble bees exploiters of honey dew.

At the other extreme are two white tailed black and yellow species Bombus Ruderatus and Bombus Hortorum, with tongues of 20 millimetres or more, which only feed at deep petal tubes, such as red clover. They have access to nectar that other species cannot reach and never touch honeydew or rob flowers of nectar, although their jaws are quite strong enough to bite holes in petals.  B. Agrorum is intermediate in every respect, its tongue is 11-14 millimetres long it feeds at flowers such as bird foot trefoil with nectar at an intermediate depth, and uses both red and white clover.

There are also specific preferences in feeding sites B.. Lucorum for instance, tends to feed at exposed flowers, whereas B. Pratorum visits flowers sheltered and shaded by vegetation

The net result is that the relationships of the eight garden species to their environment differ sufficiently for all to be accommodated in the same area.

Taken from: Garden  Life by Jennifer Owen page 154-155

It may be of little interest to most people to my blog but it shows a person who spent years studying her small suburban garden and noting the insects within it. Honey bees and bumble bees are vital to the growing of our crops, yet we show little respect to the insects of this world.  Perhaps we should.

The Hairy footed flower bee

My favourite bee was the first one I would see at the early part of the year a little black bee, probably the male bee exactly like the humming bird moth in its flight as it hovered over the Pulmonaria plants and the early flowers it produced.  Common name is lungwort because in earlier times its leaves were supposed to represent diseased lungs and the plant was of course supposed to cure this.  Ho-ho.
But if you love bees plant Lungwort and allow Himalyan Balsam to flower to, because........... bees can't distinguish a foreign plant from an indigenous one 😎

Meditating on the word bumble bee. you can see why because they always seem to show their 'bum' to you.  Earlier in history they were called humble bees.  Another small fact is that the rampant foreigner that grows so gleefully around here, Himalayan Balsam, is very attractive to bees and they get covered in the white pollen of the flower, turning the bees into 'white ghosts.'



Friday, September 5, 2025

Links and more links

Why?  Does a 1965 song - It's Good News Week traipse through my mind when I turn on BBC radio 4 at 6 in the morning? Has anything changed in the news?  Weirdly I have just listened to a session in parliament from an African news source.  I suppose I should give thanks to the great god You tube.

The first thing from the BBC is the, by now, the old story of our deputy prime minister not paying stamp duty tax on her second or third home.  Which is a flat down South in Hove, Sussex and so it says £800,000 in Bing News.  Apart from the scurrilous amount of money asked for a flat, in a time when our young can't even afford a room in a house share.  Where the hell is the Labour party going?

I can see why the new Green Party leader Zack Polanski is making such a showing in the news.  As a once member of the Green Party I am intrigued by what will happen, the greens after all have a few seats in Parliament and we all know the British people will often vote for an abrupt change just for the pleasure of turning the tables (not a good habit).

The GP votes in a very fair way (and long) you end up with two deputies for each department. A little tale on that.  Many, many years ago in Bath, I think the GP started in Bristol by the way, our small group used to have meetings in a wonderful old house in Corsham.  One meeting we were voting on something, just a dozen or so in the room, and in marched a real red socialist called Derek Wall with his followers.  I knew him as a young lad who would come on my husband's excavations. He turned the tables on the vote.  And left me with the knowledge that not all things in the way of politics are nice ;) ;)  How little I knew but have gained knowledge along the way.

So to my last link, which is a happy, personal one

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Nostalgia is an indulgence

 Wandering through photos to find the churches of Whitby I chanced upon a folder that showed the garden in Normanby.  The first photo is of a rose called 'Jam and Jerusalem'.  It just loved blackspot and it had to give up the ghost because of its unsightly leaves.  The name presumably comes from the colours pink and yellow.


The next two photos are of Paul working in the studio at Kyoto.  He sits surrounded by scrolls, 10 years of his life devoted to an apprenticeship that was measured by the maturing of a special glue in a large pot, which you stirred once a year. The Making of Aged Paste.  As he would say himself, rather pridefully, but I forgave him that, there was but a handful of people in England who could do his job as a conservator.




But back to flowers and bantams: I never named my hens, these two cost £20 quid apiece, joined us for coffee in the morning and roamed the garden happily with either Lucy in tow or my feral kitten, Green Eyes who attached herself to them.








Tuesday, September 2, 2025

1st September 2025

 FOUR BODHISATTVA VOWS: CREATIONS ARE NUMBERLESS, I VOW TO FREE THEM. DELUSIONS ARE INEXHAUSTIBLE, I VOW TO TRANSFORM THEM. REALITY IS BOUNDLESS, I VOW TO PERCEIVE IT. THE AWAKENED WAY IS UNSURPASSABLE, I VOW TO EMBODY IT.


For What Am I fighting? - George Orwell

Nowadays, over increasing areas of the earth, one is imprisoned not for what one does but for what one is, or, more exactly, for what one is suspected of being.

Yesterday I noticed a little story on the net about America and ICE.  I did not know that members of this foul organisation really existed, yet I have seen enough footage of people being taken off the street or chased down in fields to realise that they exist.  They had taken a young boy of the street, who had been out walking his dog.  They tied the dog to a tree and took the boy.  Yes I was reading a story about a dog left tied to a tree, but the young boy will disappear into the system of a holding cell, his family terrified to reach out.

No wonder I have started reading George Orwell's essays as he tries to understand his world in the 1940s.  To see the parallels between America now and its government and the Nazi regime of earlier times, the tactics are quickly recognised.  Bringing fear to the streets, makes everyone fearful.

We are treating such figures as Vance and Trump as clowns, we should not, they are just sitting on the top of a pile of greedy human beings, instead we should be calling for democratic change.  Terrible things happen in history, war is just one of them, but the subjection of ones own people is a crime in its own right, and American autocracy  and authoritarianism strikes a hollow note.

We have two wars in the news now, the Russia v Ukrainian war, which the government in America will not condemn the Russians for their expansionist aims .  Then there is the monstrous crime of the starving of the Gaza people by the Israeli government, again ignored by America.

Is it a game of chess, the large pieces moved on the board? for what? In this country maybe for that wretched word called 'growth' as our government kowtows to its bigger partner/enemy.  Though the argument is against the need for growth,  because the Earth is straining to survive already with us onboard.

Freedom of selling minor papers in 1945  George Orwell


Dragons and Yews


This is an old blog rescued for its stories

Dragons and Yews

Sigurd slaying the dragon

Sometimes a horn sang out,
an eager war song, but
the troop all waited, watching
along the water the kin
of snakes, strange sea dragons,
swimming in the deep or
lying on the steep slopes--
water monsters, serpents, and
wild beasts, such as the ones
that appear on a dangerous
sea journey
in the morning time.
When those creatures heard
the war horn's note
they hurried away
bitter and angry.

Taken from a translation of Beowulf by Dr.David Breeden

Sometimes when we view history it is best to go back to storytelling to capture for one moment the imagination of past societies. Here in our present time we analysis with such thoroughness, that the life and soul is taken from the events that moulded our ancestors.
So it is with this story,the story of Nickers Pool, Nykerpole at Cunetio or Mildenhall in Wiltshire. The first story I had read about this pool said that a small settlement of felons lived nearby and that their ghostly presence had caused wraiths to appear in the nearby River Kennet, the ghosts tumbling around on top of the water.
The second story told of Nickers or Nicor's well, now here we go back to Saxon sea-monsters, for nicor means just that and like the above translated verse from Beowulf, relates to dragons and monsters of the Saxon world. So here we have some evil creature living in the River Kennet that came out at night perhaps and terrified the people at Mildenhall. Strangely it is similar to a story in West Wales about a prehistoric stone cairn, though in this case the water-monster was a beaver.
A body of a Saxon woman was found in one of the Roman wells excavated near this site, it would seem that she was murdered and then thrown down the well and perhaps her disappearance adds to monsters coming out of the river at night.

As this is an old blog I am not sure on which font this particular dragon is. But it would be either Avebury church or the Bassett one.






The Yew at Alton Prior


The Saxon presence round this part of Wiltshire is very strong, and perhaps the best place to understand it is in the Vale of Pewsey, along the road by Martinsell hill, or up on the old Ridgeway next to Adams Grave and the great Wansdyke, But for the moment we shall stop in the valley bottom by the two churches Alton Barnes and Alton Prior, situated by a small flowing stream.
There is magic here, time has been trapped for a moment, a small path leading from one church to another and there is a quiet sanctity to the place. In Alton Prior church there is an old supposedly 1700 year old yew tree, which of course puts us right back into the Roman period of 300 AD.
Why two churches you may ask, for that explanantion you must turn to John Chandler's
words here.

 He describes Alton Prior church yard as a 'tree yard' with its great and beautiful Yew tree. For it is indeed beautiful, a soft creamy pink inner wood, sensually smooth to the touch, and the twisted contortions of the tree have a vibrant life of their own. Were yew trees sacred in their own right, perhaps with their evergreen foliage, they were one of the sacred trees of the Celtic people, and this relic in Alton Priors may have had predecessors in the Iron Age.

This is not so fanciful as it may appear for the famous well at Glastonbury when excavated, (and you have to go down many feet to expose the original Roman well,) also had a yew very near.

In Thomas Packenham's book Meeting with Remarkable Trees, there are glorious old yews a couple said to be dating back to before the christian church took dominance, and were 'druid' trees, one is at Selbourne, home to the 18th century naturalist Gilbert White. This great tree was blown down in the storms of 1990, but the vicar at the time, had the great crown cut off, and the trunk was lifted into place by crane to reside ivy clad like a stone monolith in the church yard.

the yew's inner wood

Information on the Nykerpoole was taken from the following link;

http://people.bath.ac.uk/liskmj/living-spring/sourcearchive/ns6/ns6kmj1.htm


Now there is another story told by Nennius (an 8th AD Welsh monk), who though his stories are often thought of as mythlike and foolish, does tell an exceedingly good tale. Dragons dreams can foretell a future event, and in one of the chapters of Nennius's book, he tells the story of a young boy's dream. Nennius had access to 5th century books, and this story is about Vortigen, who had found a young boy call Ambrose, the boy had a dream in which he saw a tent at the bottom of a pool, in this tent slept two dragons , a red one and a green one. They woke up and fought, and the red dragon who represented the saxons overcame the green dragon who represented the British, the tale in its full version from Nennius is told here......

"a pool; come and dig:" they did so, and found the pool. "Now," continued he, "tell me what is in it;" but they were ashamed, and made no reply. "I," said the boy, "can discover it to you: there are two vases in the pool;" they examined, and found it so: continuing his questions," What is in the vases?" they were silent: "there is a tent in them," said the boy; "separate them, and you shall find it so;" this being done by the king's command, there was found in them a folded tent. The boy, going on with his questions, asked the wise men what was in it? But they not knowing what to reply, "There are," said he, "two serpents, one white and the other red; unfold the tent;" they obeyed, and two sleeping serpents were discovered; "consider attentively," said the boy, "what they are doing." The serpents began to struggle with each other; and the white one, raising himself up, threw down the other into the middle of the tent, and sometimes drove him to the edge of it; and this was repeated thrice. At length the red one, apparently the weaker of the two, recovering his strength, expelled the white one from the tent; and the latter being pursued through the pool by the red one, disappeared. Then the boy, asking the wise men what was signified by this wonderful omen, and they expressing their ignorance, he said to the king, "I will now unfold to you the meaning of this mystery. The pool is the emblem of this world, and the tent that of your kingdom: the two serpents are two dragons; the red serpent is your dragon, but the white serpent is the dragon of the people who occupy several provinces and districts of Britain, even almost from sea to sea: at length, however, our people shall rise and drive away the Saxon race from beyond the sea, whence they originally came....


John Chandler book on Pewsey Valley