Ysbyty Ystwyth to the Devils Bridge

Views From The Dashcam Episode 2

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“This episode filmed on a late sunny October afternoon, highlighting the autumn colours as Spon and Jon take a drive to Devil’s Bridge for some shamanic shenanigans. This trip reveals the spectacular wooded Cambrian Mountain countryside in Ceredigion, Wales. Although this area is often cold an wet in the winter, palm tress can be spotted amidst the almost alpine scenery. Devils Bridge, Pontarfynach”

On a bright sunny autumn day back in early October my good friend Jon and I headed out to the mountains around Devils Bridge in Ceredigeon in West Wales. We were looking to travel from our base to the heights above Devils Bridge at the Hafon Arch 1300 foot 375 metres above Sea Level. By Himalayan standards it’s not that high but for this part of the world close to the Sea and at this latitude , that is pretty high. It is the point where the moorland starts. Beyond this area know as Cymystwyth/ Hafon is the “Wilderness” or “Green Desert” of Wales. This is an enormous swathe of unpopulated barren moorland that stretches for tens of miles and it is commonly known as the Cambrian mountains.

The Mountain walks and scenery above Hafon Arch
On the edge of the “Green Desert Of Wales”

There is a minor road an old pack horse route leading through to Rhayader on the other side and then some miles to the north is the main road , the A44 leading from Aberystwyth to Llangurig again on the other side of the mountain range.

We decided that day to visit the area above the Hafon Arch with it’s stunning views and pleasant mountain walkways (and mountain biking tracks) One could set off from here on your nike or by foot and get lost for days! This is nothing on the scale of the ‘wild west’ or Canadian outback but for the southern UK this is one of the remotest areas in England and Wales. Not as busy as Snowdonia but this are in many ways has plenty of scope for discovery and adventure.

Looking south east towards the Cambrian Mountains

It would be good to mention at this point that our mission would include some autumnal foraging and that part of the ‘shamanic’ mission was moderately successful and we had an enjoyable walk . Anyway back to Devils Bridge, one and a half miles downhill from the Arch, the chocolate shop was closed! Ah well

We lit the massive cheech and chong and we forgoes the munchies, the only food available was those white things dotted about in the fields everywhere round here but they were still alive. Or kind off, whether or not there is anything going on behind those wide eyes and non stop munching is hard to know. One thing for sure, there are more Sheep around here than people.

At the time of writing England is once more in lockdown. Earlier this year we invested in a modest 4k webcam for the car and I put in a 64 gig chip. It continuously records but wipes the earliest recordings with the latest. At any one point there are several hours or even days of motoring trips. This year I have driven a lot around beautiful Wales. It struck me that the video footage may be worth watching. So I downloaded everything after our first trip around Llyn Brianne and was gobsmacked at stuff I had missed because I had my eyes more on the dodgy mountain roads than admiring the scenery.

I had been building up a new PC music system and fitting up my Studio and was sifting through some of the work I had been doing under Lockdown and just prior to it, when I hit upon the idea of placing my sounds onto the video footage.

I run music production software called Cubase and this not only allows me to create and record music but it will also play back a video file in sync whilst piecing together the music for it

This I found truly inspiring. Not only was I able to relive those lovely journeys in the autumn colours but composing music became an almost magical shall I dare say a spiritual process?

Devils Bridge

Devils Bridge pic
By Alex Liivet, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5614794

Devils Bridge or to give it it’s correct Cymru name “Pontarfynach” without looking into it “Pont” I think means “Bridge” (ie pontoon) “arf” I am unclear of “y” I think means “The” and “nach” hmm I think this means “Small” Please feel free to correct me if I am wrong So The Small Bridge ?? (I have just read that it actually means the bridge over the river Mynach)

The word Mynach is Welsh for monk; one theory is that the river got its name from the fact that it was near land owned by a monastery. Wikipedia

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Anyway the story oft told is that “

“According to legend, the original bridge was built after an old woman lost her cow and saw it grazing on the other side of the river. The Devil appeared and agreed to build a bridge in return for the soul of the first living thing to cross it. When the bridge was finished, the old woman threw a crust of bread over the river, which her dog crossed the bridge to retrieve, thus becoming the first living thing to cross it. The devil was left with only the soul of the dog.” Wikipedia

You wouldn’t know it from driving across the bridge that actually there are three bridges each built on top of the other one. It is said that the Romans built the first bridge nearly 2000 years ago which was rebuilt in Medieval times. What we know for sure was that the first bridge was built in Medieval times then built over on two separate occasions each time the newer bridge was built over the older bridge. The latest bridge an iron bridge was built in 1901 and then refurbished in 1971. The bridge spans a deep gorge with a waterfall running through it down to the Rheidol Valley (Cym Rheidol) 230 metres below. Many tourists visit this spot and apparently there is an Annual Welsh car rally that drives through it.

The Hafon Arms Hotel

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Eighteenth century view of Devils Bridge. Wikepedia commons

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A Drive Around Llynn Brianne

Llyn Brianne is a man-made lake or reservoir in the headwaters of the River Tywi in Wales. Built in the 1960’s and finished in the early 1970’s the water provides many of South Wales larger urban centres. The dam is the tallest in the UK at 300ft (91M). The river Towy which flows through it is the longest river flowing entirely within Wales at 120 km (75 mi)

One a perfect September afternoon we primed up the Diamondseeds mobile, gathered our acutraments and set off for the mountains in West Wales. We had recently invested in a supposed HD Dashcam, which on the day we didn’t actually think about as we drove roud the lake. A lot had happened in our lives since the Coronavirus pandemic kicked off in early 2020. The lockdown had been severe for many people including ourselves gradually and dubiously over the summer the restrictions opened and we were tentatively allowed out once more. Knowing that this “freedom” may only be a brief respite before further lockdowns and dodging the showers, (yes it does rain a lot in Wales), we unleashed ourselves to explore Wales Green Desert. For us Llyn Brianne would be the first episode with many more to come. But boy what a spectacular drive.

Th scenery was gobsmacking but we had a perfect day weatherwise.

It’s not far round the lake but we took a slow meandering drive stopping often to take in the vibes. I would imagine the hippy bus with a bunch of tripping stoners taking all year driving round this lake and convincing themselves that they were abducted and carried off to an alien planet. At least that’s what my imagination threw at me, too much Cheech and Chong in my youth I expect. Anyway the scenery here on a sunny day may not be the Himalaya or Peruvian in scale but Roerich would have been at home, every twist and turn, every scene floating by with golden sunbeams flickering off the waters below and lighting up the reddened bracken on the hillsides. Then the disasterous monoculture of the Fir plantations which sadly have now been seen to have been a grave environmental mistake as the fungus has ravaged parts of the Tywi Forest which surrounds the Llyn.

Turn on and up your speakers and enjoy our roadtrip around Llyn Brianne. Music by Nostramus

This area is also one of the last habitats in the UK of the sadly endangered Red Squirrel, although unfortunately we didn’t see any that day. Forest management have been trying to curtail the spread of the infected trees by bulldozing tree free areas, combined with a longer term plan to return the forest back to a more sustainable variety of decidious native trees. This all adds to it’s own kind of corrupted beauty in the golden hour as the Sun sunk lower, often getting in our eyes. This happaned at quite some inappropriate moments whereby my passanger felt rather uncomfortable looking overperilously close, steep drops on their side at times, but the sheep – those white fluuffy things you see everywhere in Wales – didn’t seem bothered by heights.

This kept happening luckily no steep drop this time

Anyway the road trip continued and neatly placed at regular intervals were laybays that one could pull in as many did with campervans (some with surfboards). Also dotted around were little encampments scattered here and there with a fire and hippy looking characters that looked like they got lost somewhere after Woodstock or the Isle Of White Festival or maybe the Vietnam war. My mate J reckon’s there is a lost crew of a once popular sound system lost somewhere beyond this expanse of hills, which incidently is one of the most remote and uninhabitted areas of all England and Wales. On foggy days it is often remarked that once the RAF and USAF have stopped their daily war games if you listen hard near certain standing stones it may be possible to hear the faint tomes of Hawkwind or the earthy baselines of Bob Marley or even wild techno that in its isolation from normal society had evolved into an entirely different and independant species unkown to humanity. So we are going to intrepidly explore an area that is known as a blank space to the outside world.

Daylight was rapidly drawing to a close and we had some wild moorland to traverse, in fact miles of it, before we reached anywhere near civilisation, so we had to keep moving near the end.
It was a great trip!

We will be back to explore further so if you would like to accompany us you would be more than welcome – click the video link to see this amazing journey with added music by Nostramus and friends.

Steve Spontaneous

Witchcraft in Hertfordshire

In Hertfordshire where cases for witchcraft have survived, almost ninety percent of those accused were women.

Accusations included : murder by witchcraft, causing illness by witchcraft, bewitching cattle, causing storms, causing butter to fail and stealing crops by magic.

“accusations of witchcraft were more common in rural areas than in towns, probably because superstition lingered longer in the countryside, especially it seems (from the geographical spread of cases) in North Herts”

(From Herts Memories Web page, see link below)

There were three cases in Ashwell and two in Hitchin. But there was an incident in Norton that is not mentioned by these historians.

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Norton is a small, ancient place. The church once belonged to the Abbey of St Albans (from c.795, ‘although they lost control of it’ for a period before it was restored to them in a charter of 1007. A church is thought to have been on the present site since 1002, and a priest is mentioned in the Domesday Book (1086). The present St Nicholas Church in Norton dates from about 1119, built by the Norman Bishop of Ely. From 1258 pilgrims were granted hospitality in the parish on their way to and from the shrine at St Albans Abbey. In 1291 Pope Nicholas IV granted indulgences to pilgrims visiting the church at Norton for the four feasts of the year dedicated to the Virgin Mary.

When Henry VIII dissolved the Abbey of St Albans in 1539, Norton church became the property of various aristocratic families. By the middle of the 17th century “Norton seems to have been Puritan by persuasion”. It was during this time that a scandal erupted involving witches in the village!

Around the middle of the 17th century this record appeared:


“The Divels Delysions or a faitfull reaction of John Palmer and Elizabeth Knott two notorious witches lately condemned at the sessions of Oyer and Terminer in St Albans. Together with the confession of the aforesaid John Palmer and Elizabeth Knott executed July 16. Also their accusations of several witches in Hitchin, Norton and other places in the county of Hertford.” London (Printed for Richard Williams Singer at St Albans 1649 July 19th)

Simon Walker, in his book ‘The Witches of Hertfordshire’ writes, “Murmuring and chanting, an elderly man and an elderly woman set a clay doll on fire. In the village of Norton, Goodwife Pearls felt as if she was burning. The fever took hold and she died.”

In 1649, John Palmer and his kinswoman Elizabeth Knot were condemned and executed for Witchcraft at St Albans. Palmer confessed that he had signed a pact with the devil and had been in Satan’s service for sixty years. He admitted to seducing Elizabeth Knot into serving the devil and together they had murdered Goodwife Pearls through sorcery. To add to his crimes he had two devil’s familiars which sucked his blood, one in the form of a dog called George and the other in the form of an attractive woman called Jezebell. He also claimed to have the ability to transform into a toad, although he gave no reason why!

The main evidence for this witchcraft case is a pamphlet called “The Devil’s Delusions or A faithful relation of John Palmer and Elizabeth Knot, two witches lately condemned at the Sessions of Oyer and Terminer at St Alban’s, 1649.” The case is unusual in England as it implies witches acted in groups rather than individually. This was very uncommon in England and mentions a human familiar as well as an animal one.

John Palmer may have been a simple old man, or a manipulative villain. Could he have been tortured into confessing or was he proud of his powers? He may well have burned a clay doll of Goodwife Pearls, intending to kill her, and was convinced that her death confirmed his supernatural powers.

A genealogy study reveals a tiny bit more information:

On 18th September 1642 William Perle married Susan Wright in Ardeley village, Hertfordshire.

Susan was christened on 7 December 1617 Ardeley, Hertfordshire by her father Robert Wright born 1581 Ardeley, son of Michael Wrighte.

Susan’s mother was probably Elizabeth Anderson from Rushden (near Wallington Herts) she married Robert Wright on 29th November 1611.

Susan Perle seems to be the poor victim, “Goodwife Pearls”. If she was baptized when she was born, she would have been aged only 32 years when the fever took her. The term ‘Goodwife’ used to mean a lady who was head of her household, so either her husband had left her or, more likely she was widowed. Her marriage had not lasted even seven years.

1649 was a particularly turbulent year in English history, for the king was executed and there was great civil disruption – people took sides – Parliamentarians or Royalty – each representing a different attitude to life. Perhaps Goodwife Pearls had chosen a side disliked by John Palmer?

Palmer’s accomplice is named Elizabeth Knott. The records available suggest that she was a very young woman, compared to John Palmer. She was probably born Elizabeth Mussage, an unusual surname.

Elizabeth Mussage married Jeames Knott on 1st November 1641 in Baldock (close to Norton)

Looking for a kinsman link, the only record to suggest a link between the Palmer family and Elizabeth Knot appears in a marriage:

Nicholas Palmer and Alice Mussage in Baldock on 21.7.1641

The Mussage women, Elizabeth and Alice, may have been sisters or cousins. Most girls married before the age of twenty five, so using this number, one can guess they were born circa 1616.

There was a Mussage family in Cheshunt at the end of the 1500s and in 1575 William Mussage married Joan Skott in Baldock (19.5.1575)

They could have been the Mussage’s grandparents? There are no other records for Baldock….

Jeames Knot came from Baldock, he was christened on 9th August 1618 in Baldock by his father William Knot.

If Jeames was a couple of years older than Elizabeth, 1616 very well could be a good guess for her year of birth.

So, Nicholas Palmer may be the link between Elizabeth Knott and John Palmer.

In the record John Palmer is said to be an old man. If he was around sixty he would be born in the 1590s.

Neither Nicholas Palmer or John Palmer seem to come from Baldock, or no records survive. Their genealogy links are presently unproved. It does seem, however, that John Palmer may have been much older than Elizabeth Knott. If she is the correct individual, her husband, James Knott, disappears from the Hertfordshire records after his wife’s execution, as do Nicholas Palmer and his wife Alice.

The interesting thing about this trial for witchcraft in 1649, is that John Palmer said that there were others who participated in the craft. Thus there may have been a witches coven in Hertfordshire, right in the middle of a strict, puritan community and this was certainly a scandal for the times!

Today Norton is a quiet place on the outskirts of Letchworth Garden City. At the time of Goodwife Pearl’s death Letchworth was just a small village along the lane. Behind the church of St Nicholas and it’s graveyard lies a field filled with lumps and bumps. This was once part of the original village and may well have been where John Palmer and Elizabeth Knott plotted the death of Goodwife Pearls. A path goes through the field where the street once ran. As one walks along the furrow, one can easily imagine old Palmer and his young accomplice, passing wordlessly by. Perhaps they would just slightly raise an eyebrow in secret acknowledgement knowing that soon, on the witches sabbath, they would meet and cast their darkest spells.

Genealogy undertaken by Misty Tarot Cloud

Read ‘The Witches of Hertfordshire’ by Simon Walker

Other Ref : https://www.hertsmemories.org.uk/content/herts-history/topics/witchcraft/witchcraft-in-hertfordshire


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Long Man of Wilmington – Chalk Figure

The image is of the Long Man of Wilmington, a chalk picture made upon the Sussex Downs.Sometimes called the Guardian of the Downs, mystery surrounds his origin. Once believed to be drawn by William Burrell from a record of 1766, this was disproved when an earlier drawing was discovered, made in 1710 by surveyor John Rowley.

The Long Man of Wilmington, guardian of the Sussex Downs
The Long Man of Wilmington, guardian of the Sussex Downs

Thus debate continues, some are sure that he is prehistoric, others think a monk at the nearby priory made him between the 11th and 15th centuries. Yet others believe the Long Man is depicted in Roman coins from the fourth century.
He is certainly difficult to ignore, being 235 feet high on the steep slopes of Windowver Hill.
As anything from antiquity he has been the subject of many theories. The latest idea from the experts is that he was originally just a shadow or indentaion in the grass rather than a solid line.

The chalk outline of the figure of the Long Man of Wilmington
The chalk outline of the figure of the Long Man of Wilmington

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They believe he once had facial features, and that his head was once the shape of distinctive helmet.This suggests he may have represented a warrior, or a war god.
Over time steps were taken to preserve him, as by the 19th century he was only visible in certain conditions, such as when there was a light fall of snow. In 1874 his outline was marked by yellow bricks and it is said his feet were re positioned!
Luckily he has survived and reminds us that in ancient times a chalk hill figure could indicate much to the traveler. It denoted a territory, it gave the message that there was a community or tribe in that area, and they had fighting men capable of defending their homeland! There may have been more to his story, but we must be content to admire his elegant pose and recognize that there was a purpose for his his presence on the Sussex Downs.

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The Sorcerer – Cave Painting

The Sorcerer is the name that has been given to this iconic painting, discovered on a cave wall in Le Trois Freres in France. This piece of art, dating from the Stone Age depicts a male shaman wearing a stag mask and costume.

The Sorcerer an assimilation of Breuil's drawing
The Sorcerer an assimilation of Breuil’s drawing

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Experts have placed the drawing to the end of the Ice Age within a period between 15,000 to 10,000 BC.
The Stag was clearly venerated by our ancestors, not just for its meat, but as a symbol suggesting masculine force, a powerful energy that exudes life energy, virility and fertility.
Thus the sorcerer’s dance portrays raw force and connection with humankind’s most ancient beliefs. Only a powerful shaman and elder would be entitled to wear such costume, using it as part of a ritual to enter the spiritual aspect of the natural world of the Stag and internalize aspects of this powerful animal’s character.

The Sorcerer is found in a cavern known as 'The Sanctuary' at the Cave of the Trois-Frères, Ariège, France.
The Sorcerer is found in a cavern known as ‘The Sanctuary’ at the Cave of the Trois-Frères, Ariège, France.

Thus the portrayal of this Shaman tells us that he aspired to, or was, the equivalent in his community: a proven, fertile father, a noble hunter, a defender of his herd – and in tune with the life and world of the forest. As the king of the forest the Stag also represents hierarchy, and a Shaman wearing this costume would be acting out leadership – his authority made the first laws.
In Tarot this image corresponds with the Emperor.
This ancient drawing instantly connects us to Shamanism, spirituality, and the dance rituals of our ancient forefathers and gives us insight into their world. It reminds us that humans have always had a fascination for the spiritual, and a respect for nature.

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Uffington White Horse Chalk figure

The image depicts the chalk drawing of the White Horse of Uffington, which sits on a steep escarpment on the Berkshire Downs, within the Vale of the White Horse in Oxfordshire. A Late Bronze Age hillfort sits above it (dating from the 7th century BC) and below is the Ridgeway, a long distant track from Neolithic times. Not far away is Wayland Smithy, a Neolithic burial mound.
The earliest reference to the Horse dates from 1070AD when it was mentioned in a charter belonging to nearby Abingdon Abbey.


Celtic coins from the first century BC depict horses very much in this style, but recent dating using modern techniques, may indicate that the figure is older than first thought. In 1995 Optically Stimulated Luminescence (OSL) testing was carried out on the soil which dated the horse to between 1400 and 600 BC – this puts the White Horse back to the Late Bronze Age or Early Iron Age, and suggests a relationship with the people who lived in the Hill Fort above.

The chalk figure is 110 meters long and 40 meters high and is best seen from the air. Why is a mystery, but there are suggestions that it is a Tribal emblem or a carving created to perform religious rituals, in which case perhaps it was made to be seen by sky deities. If tied to ancient religions, the first Goddess that comes to mind is Epona, a Celtic Mother Goddess, who protected horses and symbolized fertility. She was adopted by the Roman Cavalry and was the only Celtic Goddess recognized by the Romans. This is special enough until you realize that the latest dating for the White Horse at Uffington predates the Celts by six centuries!

A ground level close up of the head of the Uffington White Horse. It is only possible to see the complete figure from the air or afar, here the head with Dragon's Hill below
A ground level close up of the head of the Uffington White Horse. It is only possible to see the complete figure from the air or afar, here the head with Dragon’s Hill below

However, it is known that horses were of great importance during the Bronze and Iron Ages, being depicted on jewellery and coins. Thus the horse at Uffington may represent the White Horse ridden by the goddess Rhiannon – a native British horse goddess, later described in Welsh mythology as Queen of the Otherwold. And, as with many survivors from the ancient world, there are other theories – even that the horse began life as a dragon!

The White Horse is an emblem of ancient landscapes, imbued with mystery and beauty. It gallops into our times from a world of mysterious rituals, where ancient springs and groves once created magical tales, and a dragon dwelt in the hill. The White Horse symbolizes journeys, made centuries ago along the Ridgeway, where a man could look up and know his way, to the present day when the journey is to the hill itself, so one can sit above the horses eye and survey the unique landscape and imagine the ritual processions from Dragon Hill around the Horses Manger.
The antiquity of this chalk figure and its purpose may never be fully understood, but this piece of ancient art owes its very survival to the local people who came together every Midsummer and ‘scoured the chalk’. Thus, in today’s world, it can also claim to symbolize co-operation and the value of community.

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City of the Ravens and Hocktide

If Los Angeles means ‘City of the Angels’ then ‘Ravensburgh’ could mean, ‘City of the Ravens’.

Situated on the Beds/Herts UK, borderlands some 5 miles North East of Luton above the north Hertfordshire village of Hexton on the Chiltern hill Escarpment lays east Britains largest Hillfort.

Hexton stands north east of Luton in well-wooded and hilly country adjacent to the Bedfordshire border. The church is mediaeval with heavy 19th century restoration. Far older is the Iron Age camp of Ravensburgh Castle that straddles the hilltop. Built about 400BC and refortified in IBC, it has two entrances, covers 22 acres, and is surrounded by a ditch.

Following the article, ‘Return to Clophill Church’ and with a thirsty appetite for more intrigue into the mystical landscapes and ‘Occult’ village pubs, the ‘Barton Warlocks’ set out on an expedition to find this ‘mythical’ City of the Ravens.

After meeting outside the Church in Hexton ,the ‘Warlocks’ gathered their divining staffs and offerings and got ready to embark on the journey into forbidden territory. Looking at the Medieval Church (of St. Faith) they noticed that one whole side of the Church Tower had collapsed recently although the Church was still in use!

Could this church be heading the same ruinous  way as Clophill Church , approximately 5 miles to the north?

One Barton Warlock told us about the ‘Witch of Hexton’..’Old Meg’..who got burnt at the stake and now a spring is named after her nearby.
One things for sure, even though there is a busy road going through the village, you could easily imagine that you have been ‘transported’ back in time. With the church and some of its cottages, small village school and incredibly high walls that surround the Manor House (who are they trying to keep out..or in!)
Hexton has a very unusual ‘vibe’ about it.very charming on a nice sunny day. However there are some very odd things about there too!

There were 2 ‘sentinel’ Ravens guarding the gates of the vicarage looking menacing, further up the road they passed the old Police station which has now been turned into a very desirable dwelling.

The ancient ‘Icknield way’, one of the UK’s’s oldest route-ways, runs along the top of the hills surrounding Hexton , along with ancient Barrows, dykes and other evidence of Iron Age civilisation.

Nearby is a hill called ‘Wayting hill’ of which local folklore tells of a ‘sleeping warrior’ –  whom one-day will re-awaken and claim his kingdom.
At the crossroads in the middle of the village the ‘Warlocks’ noticed that the village signpost doubled as a water pump!
Could this pump be fed from the nearby ‘Faery Hole’ spring?

Deep inside the Ravensburg Castle area there is a wooded-valley with a spring in its lower reaches. The valley is known as ‘Faery Hole’ and the spring is known as ‘Burwell spring’ .
This spring was the castles water source and feeds a stream which runs further down the valley towards Hexton. From there it was pumped up by the now de-funct Water pump.

The delightful village pub – aptly named ‘The Raven’ would have to wait, the mission was Ravensburg.
So the ‘Warlocks’ made their accent up the hills towards the lonely castle, which is an Iron Age Hillfort really!
The whole area of the castle is privately owned and the general public is ‘prohibited’ from enjoying its enlightenment.
The plan was to follow the old green lane known as the ‘Hexton Highway’ which is a really old track and now a public footpath, linking Hexton to Luton. Before it crosses the ancient Icknield Way, it runs through the grounds of Ravensburgh Castle. So the warlocks headed off
At a suitable point they made a turn off the path into the wooded-hills and valleys complex . The further they got into the forest the quieter and darker it got!

(WARNING – Ed’s note – this ‘illegal’ trespassing  is not recommended , you can always contact the Hexton Manor office for permission of access!) – this report was written ten years ago now – our Hippy’s were lucky enough to score some top delight shortly beforehand and claim “incompetence, or irrelevance” whatever!…..

Eventually after climbing up steep hills through at times deep undergrowth, they reached the ramparts of the Castle!
After 2 and a half thousand years all that was left to see was a grassed embankment on the north-west corner, which is on the highest part of the hill. This corner led to a large plateau which descended at ‘Barton hills’ on the other side. On this corner was said to have been the main entrance.

The ramparts of the castle follow a roughly rounded rectangular shape, north to south and apart from the North west corner the ground falls steeply down to the valley floor.

It would have been a formidable obstacle to have tried to overcome if you were to try and take the castle by force in the Iron Age. Now its difficult enough to try and get through the undergrowth!

After a brief rest the party continued around the castle on the top of the ramparts towards the south east corner where the second entrance led to the spring.

Here they would descend the steep sides of the hill deep into the valley below towards ‘Faery hole’ and the ‘Burgh well’ spring.
Eventually after a few slides and tumbles and breaking through some extremely thick undergrowth, the warlocks entered the deep flat-bottomed valley floor which turned out to be a grassed meadow.
Following the valley floor round a bend gave one a sense of what the castle must have looked like in its hey-day. There would be no trees! (the current forest, is a plantation that was started in the 1920’s!) The whole area would have been grassed hills and a maze of dry river-valleys that encircled a central hill that was once crowned by the massive castle’s palisade‘s. Now they are just worn away earthen banks straddled by trees and shrubs.
The actual slopes of the castle hill itself were ‘lynches’ which if you can imagine, are like steps carved out into the side of the hill, for growing crops. This place must have been teeming with activity and must have acted like a major seat of power in its dominating position on the ‘Icknield Way’
In fact there is some evidence to suggest that Ravensburgh may have been the site of the oppidum where Caesar defeated the British warlord Cassivellaunus in 54BC. Having done this Caesar was satisfied that he held the British nation under his manners and returned to Rome.
Ravensburgh. Roman-Britain

The party now made its way toward the burr well spring at the foot of ‘Faery hole’ along the flat-bottomed valley floor. They reached a copse of trees and then  descended into a deep wooded pit at the bottom of which there was a pool of water.
They had reached the spring, the water source for the Ravensburgh community. Right away there was a realisation this was no ordinary spring, the water that was bubbling up from the chalk below had a very special quality. This has to be a lost pagan ‘sacred spring’, the warlocks decided
After bathing and ‘taking of the waters’ the warlocks then blessed the ‘Holy spring’ with offerings of flowers, said their goodbye’s and departed.
It was a struggle climbing back up the sides of the pit but when they got back out to the meadow, the silence was broken by a cacophony of Crows flying above! Quite fitting the ‘pseudo-raven’s’,  were heading back towards the castle ramparts!

The party then ascended another valley and found a nice site to eat their curry!

Hexton Church
As mentioned earlier, the Church of st.Faiths in Hexton’s Tower had collapsed!

After trawling for a possible reason for this we came across an interesting article on antipope.org which told of a story about the ‘Holy well’ of st.Faiths.



“There is a small parcel of ground adjoining the churchyard called “St. Faith’s Wick Court,” about a pole in measurement, anciently divided from Malewick by a ditch in the same place where now a large moat is made. The greatest part of this Wick lying upon a bed of springs, and undrained, was very boggy towards the churchyard; but the west side being higher, the ground was well planted with oaks, willows, and bushes, near adjoining unto [80] which, writeth a narrow-minded Pharisee, the crafty priests had made a well about a yard deep, and very clear at the bottom, and curbed about, which they called St. Faith’s Well. Now over this well they built a house, and in the house they placed the image and statue of St. Faith, and a causy they had mad (which I found when I digged and levelled the ground) for the people to pass who resorted thither from far and Hear to visit our Lady, and to perform their devotions reverently, kissing a fine-coloured stone placed in her toe. This Lady was trimly apparelled, and I find in an old book of churchwarden’s accounts, in the reign of Henry VIII., that they had delivered unto the St. Faith a cote and a velvet tippet. The Lady had no land to maintain her, that I know of, more than 1 acre lying in Mill Field, called at this day St. Faith’s ½ acre, which, as being given to superstitious uses, came to the King’s hands at the dissolution, and is now parcel of the demesnes. The house being pulled down, and the idol cast away, the well was filled up, yet an apparent mention of the place remained till my time, and St. Faith’s Well continued as a waste and unprofitable and neglected piece of land till such time as the footpath was turned through the midst of it to the outside on the south by the highway, and their clearing and levelling the ground, having been drained, and sunk the spring, I converted the same, in the year of our Lord 1624, into a little orchard. The Lady Faith was a Virgin and Martyr of Agenne, in France, A.D. 1290. –MS. account of Hexton, by Francis Taverner. Her feast-day in the Calendar of Saints is October 6.”

Judging from this we must presume the Tower collapsed because it was near to the original well, which is now a moat ( only 10 metres to the west) Obviously the whole area is riddled with underground waterways and although the Church had been built in the 12th century and had survived intact for 8 hundred years, the unstable ground had eventually given way causing the Tower to collapse.

Now, with the ‘holy’ springs of ‘Burwell’, ‘Meg’ and Barton nearby and bearing in mind the odd waterpump at the crossroads of the village,this leads us to think of the ancient origins of the area and its associations with Holy Wells, Springs and underground waterways.

The fact that the Icknield way runs along the Chiltern escarpment and is never far away from the series of springs that errupt out of the foot of the hills fits in with the ancient Celtic Water-cult theories.
Check out this article for further information
Its interesting to note that some 5 miles south west at a place now called ‘Five-Springs’ at Wauluds Bank{a Henge- Monument}, the Celtic god ‘Lug’ or ‘Lud’ or ‘Lyg’, presided over the springs that are the source of the River Lea.
‘Lud’ is the Celtic God of light, and indeed the name ‘Lea’ or ‘Lee’ is a corruption of this
name…the town now known as Luton is named after this river which in itself is named after the god of light! ‘Ton’ is an Anglo Saxon name for a town or large settlement. So therefore Luton means ” the town of Lud’ -the Celtic God of Light’!
Does this sound like the Luton you know?
Wayting Hill
(Scanned from a book called ‘Gothick Hertfordshire’ by Jennifer WestwoodShire
Publications isbn 0 7478 0041 3 )~Fascinating reading this book, Gothic tales from one of the deepest Shires – Hertfordshire, UK. complete with many echoes of the Pagan past.~ The sleeping warrior legend is synonymous of course with the King Arthur legends of the once and future king who one day will rise again and claim
the throne. These legends can be found at various places in the British Isles and had an effect of the minds of the medieval kings of this land!
Henry V111 would  never had happened, had his older brother ‘Arthur’ not had the misfortune of dying. ‘Arthur’ was to be king in his fathers (Henry V11) eyes. Henry V11 believed that he was decended from the original King Arthur. So after bashing up the last of the ‘Norman’ king bloodline at the battle of Bosworth in the ‘war of the roses’ Henry married Elizabeth of York and had a son.
Such was Henry’s beleif that one day Arthur would arrise and retake the throne, he would make sure of it by naming his son, heir to the English throne Arthur. That would make sure the legend would come true!
Sadly that was not to be, ‘Arthur’ died barely a teenager leaving the throne to his next brother who would become Henry V111.
The Danish connection
As mentioned above is that the locals believed that the Ravensburgh Hillfort was a Danish (Viking) castle.
This may have some basis of truth for in William Austins seminal ‘The History of Luton and its Hamlets’, it is mentioned that in the time of ‘Danelaw’ AD800/900 when this whole area was a frontier, there was a terrific battle between the ‘brave and worthy men of Luton’ and the vikings who perhaps were based at  Ravensburgh castle. The Battle took place somewhere behind Warden Hills (now north Luton) and was won by the Saxon Lutonians.
So was Ravensburgh a Viking fort?
Maybe, because of its great strategic position stradling one of the 4 great roads of England according to Edward the Confesser, the Icknield Way.
Also the ‘Danelaw Frontier’ followed the river Lea from the Thames to its source at Leagrave, then north to Bedford. Ravensburgh would have suited the vikings as a strategic forward fortified location, just a few miles from the frontier. Furthermore, the Iron age Fort would have been in a much less deteriorated condition and easily adaptable to their needs of a camp.
Their is no doubt that Ravensburgh is of Iron Age origin, (see James Dyers ‘Hillforts of England and Wales’). But it is now becoming increasingly accepted that ‘Ravensburgh’ might have been the location of the ‘Opidium’ where Julius Caeser defeated the British warlord Cassivellaunus in 54BC!
So if the Danes (vikings) used Ravensburgh they did so because it was already a set up in a well established strategically important location.
Having walked the whole northern Chiltern area particularly the Barton hill range, it is patently obvious that although now arguably a backwater, that this area must have been a lot more important in the past. The hilltops in the whole area are absolutely molded and shaped by past peoples fortifications and sacred burial sites.
All that is left off the past great civilisations that carved out these hills, is the impressions in the ground and the distant echoes of Folklore, there is little written. But as you walk over the rounded and sometimes forested chalk hills, its not difficult to gain a feeling of ‘connectedness’ with the past.Book castle…’The Ravens’
Although for Kids,, this book is a must read if you want more on Ravensburgh castle. Written by James Dyer who is one of the areas leading archaeologists although fiction and aimed at kids, provides the reader with some profound insights into the life and times of Ravensburgh and Caesers attack!


Hocktide:: more on Ravensburgh

The five or so square miles of the Hexton and the Hexton Hills range includes place names such as Wayting Hill, Bonfire Knolls, Ravensburgh Castle (Hillfort), Fairy Hole, Burr Well, Butts Hill, Deacon Hil, Knocking Knoll Barrow, St. Faith’s Well, The Meg, Lion hill, Noone Hill, and Hexton.
The very names of these places give clues to this areas ancient legacy! They are positively dripping in history and mystery.
In earlier articles we discussed the possible historical connections with Julius Caeser and the Romans, Cassivelaunus, the ancient British King, the Celtic Water Cults, St. Faith’s Well and the holy pilgrimage’s, the Viking connection, the Ickneild way etc

I might also take this opportunity to mention that another fact has recently come to point. Although established in Saxon times Hexton the village as seen today, was designed as a ‘Model’ village in the 1920/30’s along the same lines as the nearby larger Welwyn Garden City and Letchworth Garden Cities were.

‘The Hocking’

But we were really fascinated to learn more about the celebrated Hocktide Festivals that took place there. We had gained a colourful insight in James Dyers Kids book ‘The Ravens ‘, where after drinking of the ‘Hock ale’ , the young men and women marched up the hill and played tug of war with a large pole, usually ending in a romp of laughter and merriment. This was known as the ‘The Hocking’.
Although the account states the origin of this festival in Hexton could be attributed to the Danes it is known that the Hocktide festival (a week or so after Easter) probably go back to at least Celtic times.

Please note:
The following account’s source was found on the internet but
unfortunately we have lost the link, the link will be forwarded when
it is found.


A Mr Frances Tavener, of the neighbouring village of Hexton, lying almost at the foot of the Danish fort ‘Ravensboro’ , says of the Hocktide festivities about the year 1649 :

“I am certain that in this place the Danish yoke lay heavy upon the people, and in the memory of persons living in the year 1600 the Hocktide feast was yearly solemnised by the best inhabitants, both men and women, in the fields and streets of Hexton with curious pastimes and jollities.”

Before every Hock-day the people elected two officers called the ‘hockers‘ , a man and a woman, whose office it was to provide the hock-ale and to provide and order the feast for that year. These hockers had each a large birchen broom, and on Hock-Monday many of the most substantial of the boys and girls were not  admitted to participation in either the sports or the feast, instead they went  together to the top of Wayting Hill, the highest hill in the parish.

On the top of Wayting Hill was a barrow or ancient grave, and upon the top of the barrow was fixed a strong ash-pole. The pole was attacked by the women and defended by the men. The women would be allowed to seize the pole, and then the struggle commenced, the women striving to bring the pole down the hill while the men strove to retain it, but, by reason of the steepness of the hill, the women would always succeed in hauling the pole to the foot of the hill.

Sometimes the men most ungallantly would let the pole go so suddenly that the women fell over and over, to the great amusement of every one.

When the women had succeeded in bringing the pole to the level ground  the hockers laid lustily about them with their brooms, and the women would thrust the men into ditches and into the brook. Thus they strove and laboured incessantly for two or three hours, not ceasing until they had brought the pole into the town and set it up at the Cross by the Town House door.

The people then sat down to a great feast in the Town House, and after they had feasted the hockers gathered money of every one, part of which was appropriated for the poor and the rest for the repair of the church.
The accounts of the Churchwardens showed that the sum given to the Churchwardens was about twenty shillings sometimes more, sometimes less.

In the afternoon the people adjourned to the play-close, where, among other sports, the women played baseball against the men, and if they took any man prisoner , they would use him unhappily enough. The writer, Mr Tavener, remarks,

“I think these nicer times of ours would not only despise these sports but account them immodest, but those plain and well-meaning people did solace themselves in this manner, and that without offence or scandal”

The generally accepted theory of the origin of the Hocktide festivities is that it is routed in the times of the conquest of England by the Danes. Although it may have been a nod to the St. Brice’s Day Massacre, which was the massacre of Danes in the Kingdom of England on 13 November 1002, ordered by the Anglo Saxon King Æthelred the Unready.

It is difficult to find any connection between the struggle of the sexes for the possession of a definite object and any triumph over the Danes or over the Saxons. What did the pole symbolise?  and what of it’s erection upon the highest point in the district?

It would seem to typify power or sovereignty, and its uprooting, deposition. But  why should its downfall be caused by the weaker sex? The whole performance is perplexing, but that it had reference to some historic or prehistoric occurrence  one cannot well doubt.”

Further reading on ‘Hocktide’

Hertfordshire by Herbert Winckworth Tompkins

Found on Project Gutenberg
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Hertfordshire, by Herbert Winckworth Tompkins!
(What a fine name!)
In the book which can be downloaded here is an interesting
perspective of Hexton and Ravensburgh Castle!

“Hexton (about 6 miles N.W. from Hitchin Station, G.N.R.) lies on
a tongue of the county surrounded W., N. and E. by Bedfordshire.
The Church of St. Faith, W. from the village, was rebuilt, with the
exception of the embattled tower, in 1824, as a Perp. edifice. The
St. Nicholas Chapel, N. side of chancel, takes the place of the chapel
bearing the same name in the former church. There is a memorial to
Peter Taverner (d. 1601), who was, I suppose, father to that Francis
Taverner, Esq., who compiled a record of the antiquities of Hexton
and [Pg 122]set it in the chapel. Little space can be spared for excerpts
in this volume, but the details which Taverner brought together are so

interesting that I transcribe a part of them from a copy in my

“Near unto the Roman military Way called Icknild or Ikenild-Street, which passeth by this Parish upon a very high Hill is to be seen a warlike Fort of great Strength, and ancient Works, which seemeth to have been a Summer standing Camp of the Romans: And near i t on the Top of another Hill called Wayting-Hill, a Hillock was raised up, such as the Romans were wont to rear for Souldiers slain, wherein many Bones have been found. The Saxons call’d this Fort Ravensburgh, from a City in Germany, whereof the Duke of Saxony beareth the Title of Lord at this Day. And this Town, which the Britains perhaps call’d  Hesk of Reed, which doth abound much in this Place; the Sazons call’d Heckstanes-Tune, that is the Town of Reed and Stones, if not rather Hockstanes-Tune, that is, the Town of Mire and Stones, for old Englishmen, call deep Mire, Hocks: Or may be from Grates set in Rivers or Waters before Floodgates, which are call’d Hecks; neither is it unlikely but that the Danes made some Use of this Fort, for a Parcel of Ground near thereunto is called Dane-Furlong to this Day.
Some of these Conjectures may be true, but this is certain, that Offa, a Saxon King, of the Mertians about 795, founded the Monastery of St. Albans, in [Pg 123]Memory of St. Alban, and that Sexi an honourable and devout Dane (as it is in the Chartulary of the Abby) about Anno  Dom.
1030, gave to the said Monastery the Town of Heckstane-Tune and the Abbot of St. Albans held this Mannor in the time of King William the Conqueror.

This Vill at that time did lie in the Half-hundred of Hiz, and from that time during the Space of 510 Years, the Abbots of St. Albans were Lords of the Mannors now call’d Hexton. They were also Patrons of this Church (dedicated to St. Faith, which Saint had her Statue erected over a Fountain near this Church Yard, call’d St. Faith’s Well) for John de Hertford, the 23d Abbot, did appropriate this Church of Hexstoneston to the said Monastery. The Cellarers of which Monastery kept the Court Leet and the Court Baron, and received the Rents of the Demeasnes and Customary Tenants of this Mannor; and the Sacrists had the disposing of the Profits of the Rectory.

The said Fort, which the common People call Ravensborough Castle, is cast up in the Form of an Oval, and containeth sixteen Acres, one Rood, and fifteen Poles of Ground, and is naturally strengthened with mighty deep and very steep Combs, which the inhabitants call Lyn.

The Town of Hexton is seated at the Foot of the Mountains, whence issue many Springs of Water; the Mountains are a continued Rock of Stone.”

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