A Walk in English Weather Posts

In Tavistock there is a shady riverside walk on the far bank of the Tavy known as St John’s. It has an amazing history of having once housed a chapel, hermitage, ‘pest house’ and holy well. Apart from a well, nothing remains of this past, and it is fair to say very few people have any idea of its yesteryears.

In this blog I take its known history and, using new map evidence, take a more in-depth landscape look at St John’s to reveal: where the medieval road used to go; a previously un-recorded farm; a mysterious summer-house; a picturesque tor by the river that has been obliterated; and the ‘real’ St John’s Well.

I also find not just one, but three potential reasons, why St John’s is so perfectly named.

As readers of this blog will know, one of my enthusiasms is the relationship between landscape, the past, and water. So, when a friend recently shared a copy of an old map of the Bere Peninsula, the first thing I did was to eye its lines, pictures and annotations to see what it revealed about the area’s hydrological history. Scanning, I noticed ‘The Were’, on the Tavy, just south of Denham Bridge. This blog tells the tale of what I discovered about this ancient weir and my hunt to see if any evidence of it still remained.

Imbolc, one of the Celtic fire festivals, is a festival of fertility, childbirth and is full of anticipation (and fear) about the coming agricultural year. In this blog I examine the snippets of what is known about this spring feast and how it morphed into the Catholic celebration of St Brigid.

Postbridge is a new village but an old place. Its clapper has meant that, for God knows how many centuries, traffic has had to pass through here. But it is also part of the island of ancient tenements; making a living in a highland sea of swelling and rolling tors, in a place of safety and harbour. And in being separate, in being cut off, there is a feeling of this place as being otherworldly.

Is it stag semen? Is it Piskie Puke? Is it the gelatinous remains of a fallen star? In this blog about rare Star Jelly, I look at past and present understandings of this odd glob.

In this last blog of four about Samhain, I finally get a chance to use what I learnt in my research to have a stab at placing Samhain on Dartmoor. Where might the gatherings, fires and drinking have happened?

In this second blog of four about Samhain, I delve into Irish Celtic mythology and the research literature on Samhain practices, to lay the groundwork for understanding what Samhain might have been like on Dartmoor in the pre-Christian days before it became Halloween.

This is the first of a quintet of blogs on Samhain Dartmoor; Samhain being the pagan predecessor to Halloween. I am going to use the first three blogs to build an understanding of these sinister celebrations so that in blog four, I can sketch out a picture of what this might have meant in the culture and landscape of Dartmoor.

I have once again taken up the old trans-moor track, that connects Chagford in the east to Plymouth and Tavistock in the west. This middle moorland section, between Two Bridges and Postbridge, is particularly impacted by turnpiking, bringing trade and inns to the central moor; a hospitality trade still much in evidence today.