Folklore from our Ancient Isles. 4pm daily, just in time for tea. Curated by harpist, composer, filmmaker, and tree-grower, Elizabeth-Jane Baldry.
#nemophilist
Today is June 24th, St John's Day
Jump over a bonfire holding hands with your lover.
Your love will last all year.
Save the ash from your fire. It will protect crops from lightening storms.
Mary Whyddon was shot dead on her wedding day in 1641 as she emerged from
#Chagford
Church. To this day, brides who marry in our church leave flowers on her tomb. This example of
#livingfolklore
was photographed last week.
#Dartmoor
#Devon
A tree grew in England in Anglo-Saxon times.
Sometime after 1032, it was felled.
A carpenter created a door from its wood.
The door opened into a small room in a building on a natural island, then south of London.
This was Westminster Abbey. The door is the oldest in the UK.
Persons unworthy of baptism:
magicians
enchanters
astrologers
magical charmers
idle and wandering beggars
makers of amulets and phylacteries
dealers in heathenish lustrations
soothsayers
observers of signs and omens
interpreters of palpitations
observers of the motions of weasels
In 1916, Edith Olivier, English writer, drove into
#Avebury
for the first time.
She was charmed by a misty avenue of looming megaliths.
She watched a fair in the rain.
Later, she discovered the last fair had been held in 1850.
The avenue had disappeared before 1800.
April 24th: St Mark's Eve
At midnight you may see a procession in your local churchyard of those folk who will die in the year ahead.
"How, when the midnight signal tolls,
Along the churchyard green
A mournful train of sentenced souls
In winding-sheets are seen."
#folklore
The
#Kingmoor
ring could be the original inspiration for
#LordoftheRings
.
One of only seven known
#AngloSaxon
runic rings, it was found in 1817 and the inscription is probably a
#magic
#spell
. Today lorries thunder past its former resting place: Junction 44 of the M6.
Buried with a book!
In 698 this book bound in red goatskin was interred with St Cuthbert at
#Lindisfarne
.
Vikings raided.
The monks fled, carrying the saint's coffin for seven years.
In 1104 it was opened; the book was found.
The oldest intact European book.
#BritishLibrary
There is a lake in
#Wales
where a door can be found within a rock. It opens once a year on May Day.
From that door, one can make one's way to the garden of the fairies, which is an island in the middle of the lake.
This paradise of exquisite bliss is invisible from the shore.
Enchanting 13thC names for the
#hare
:
Old Turpin
Stag of the Cabbages
Furze Cat
Old Goibert
Dew Hopper
Old Big Bum
Friendless One
Stag with the Leathery Hornes
Old Wimount
Cat of the Wood
Fellow-in-the-Dew
Love to y’all on this bright
#Easter
Day! xxx
#folklore
Ben Loyal is an isolated
#Scottish
mountain.
It is a so-called 'magnetic mountain' capable of distorting compass readings.
Scientists say it's full of iron ore.
but tradition says Ben Loyal has a great furnace at its heart in which
#dwarves
smelt their metal.
#FolkloreThursday
It is very dangerous to sleep out in the open air in May, for the faeries are very powerful then.
They are on the watch to carry off handsome girls for fairy brides, young mothers as nurses for fairy babies; and young men as husbands for the beautiful fairy princesses.
#faerie
I was unexpectedly snowed in at the weekend with two gay friends and two huge wolfhounds in this fine old house, once the home of Prince Madoc of Powys, and built on the site of an old Druid stronghold. We hunkered down with wine, cheese and Tennyson by the fire.
Dear ones, I am down in the woods with wine and cake.
If any of you would like me to whisper your name or a loved one’s name into the
#MayDay
fire for good luck, write it below. I will whisper it with sincere intention for you. xx
On her deathbed, Lady Isabella of Limerstone Manor asked that land be set aside to provide for the poor.
Her husband gave her a burning brand, saying “Only as much as you can encircle as this burns.”
She crawled round a plot of 23 acres, still known as ‘The Crawels’.
#IsleofWight
Dear ones, for today’s 4.00pm teatime tweet, here’s a photo (taken just now) of the fairyfort in Pigwiggen Wood, my little patch of
#Dartmoor
Woodland. I have a vision in the years ahead to slowly manage this hidden valley not just for
#biodiversity
, but for
#enchantment
.
My dad died last September.
Please forgive the break in daily folklore tweets. I'm looking forward to resuming as soon as I have the headspace.
Here's mum and dad. They were married for 64 years, and were laughing together like teenagers until their very last day. ❤️
Never speak contemptuously of
#Dartmoor
pixies. Never doubt their power.
They may punish you.
Visitations from the pixies have invariably compelled the scoffers to acknowledge themselves to be in the wrong and to be careful how they spoke of the fairy elves in the future.
The ancient Minster Church lies hidden in a
#Cornish
woodland. A sacred place for centuries, it's built on the site of a
#holywell
, and dedicated to a
#Welsh
#princess
, St Materiana, daughter of Vortimer, son of Vortigern, King of
#Britain
in the 5th century.
Please retweet to help raise awareness of the plight of Gwydir Castle’s ancient trees.
They are slowly drowning.
An anti-flooding scheme upstream now shunts flood water into the Grade 1 listed garden. Thank you for caring.
One of Gwydir's venerable, old
#yew
trees we're trying to protect from flooding. The Lover's Tree said to be over 1000 years old. There are over 82
#TreePreservationOrders
in the garden. Worth protecting? Last week
@WelshGovernment
said not. We'll keep on sandbagging...
#Solstice
blessings to all, dear precious souls.
May the memory of these magical long summer evenings stay with us as the great Wheel of the Year turns.
May there be days of wine and roses and nights of stars and firelight.
I played my harp in an ancient Saxon chapel today at Bickleigh, Devon.
It was so atmospheric and magical with the candles flickering in the half light, reflecting on the gold of the harp.
The sound of the river mingled with the sound of the music.
It’s been 9 months since Dad died. I miss him terribly.
I built a fire in Pigwiggen Wood, and sat for a long time in the evening light.
It felt healing and magical.
#pigwiggenwood
Tonight is
#FullMoon
Run nine times round a fairy ring of mushrooms on the night of the full moon.
You will hear sounds of mirth and revelry from the subterranean abode of the elves, who make this their dancing-green.
#faery
#fungi
Nothing can prepare you for the impact of seeing the actual
#AngloSaxon
'Alfred Jewel'.
It's a ninth century masterpiece of the goldsmith's art, a thing of breathtaking beauty and finesse.
It was ploughed up in a field in 1693.
#Ashmolean
Dear Folkloric Friends,
I am off to the woods to camp!
No phone or internet
Wild cooking
Foraging
Harping in the twilight
Owls and badgers
Hot chocolate under the stars.
The daily 4.00pm tweets of old British weirdness will resume on Tuesday.
Love you all! xxx
The whole area around the Fairy Steps in
#Cumbria
is haunted by fairies. Steep steps are hewn from a deep fissure in the cliff. Irregular, sinuous, narrow.
If you can hop up them without touching the sides of the cleft, the
#fairies
will grant you a wish.
#FolkloreThursday
The Major Oak in
#SherwoodForest
still clings to life after a thousand years.
It's Britain's largest
#oak
tree.
Tradition tells how
#RobinHood
and his merry men met under this tree, and hid from the Sheriff of
#Nottingham
in its hollow trunk.
#treelore
Behold this acorn sixpence!
The oak is woven into our mythical identity with the land.
Once upon a time it was frequently represented in our culture.
Now, the word ACORN has been dropped from the Junior Oxford Dictionary to make room for words like celebrity and broadband.
King Arthur lies within this hollow hill in a cavern closed by golden gates.
Sometimes they open, and he can be seen inside.
#CadburyCastle
,
#Somerset
.
#folklore
I bought this bonkers antique chair today!
Handcrafted Victorian needlepoint with an image of some bearded old Druid dude playing a harp. And I’m sitting on it now with my feet all toasty by the fire!
I just had to raid my ‘Fun and Frivolities’ account! 🙂
Seaweed growing on rocks above the low-water mark is known as 'tang' in
#Scotland
.
The water-spirit known as the
#Tangie
(from tang, the seaweed with which he is covered) appears sometimes as a horse, sometimes as a little man.
There is a white door in the side of the mountain of
#BenBulben
.
It swings open at nightfall to loose the faery riders upon the world.
#faery
#folklore
#Sligo
In the dim kingdom there is a great abundance of all excellent things. There is more love there than upon the earth. There is more dancing there than upon the earth.
There is more treasure there than upon the earth.
#faerie
#Yeats
Image:
#BrianFroud
I just heard a cuckoo on the top of Dartmoor!
I’m driving home from a recital, and stopped to take a photo of this ancient granite cross. Absolute silence up here. Just the cuckoo, the moon and the sunset.
#Witch
-bottle found in
#Westminster
!
In 1904 an old jug was found ten feet below street level in the bed of an old mill stream.
Inside:
1. a piece of red cloth, cut neatly into a heart shape and stuck full of brass pins
2. a small quantity of human hair
3. some nail parings."
I implore you not to observe the sacrilegious customs of the
#pagans
.
Let no one do ridiculous, ancient, and disreputable things, such as dancing, or keeping open house all night, or getting drunk.
Let no one utter loud cries when the
#moon
is pale.
- Saint Eligius, 588-660AD
There is no lasting union between humans and faeries.
The seal wife always finds her skin in the end and returns to the sea.
The Gwragedd Annwn [Welsh lake maidens] always leave their husbands.
But sometimes there are children born with
#faerie
blood in their veins.
#folklore
Tomorrow is
#Lammas
, Festival of the First Fruits.
Dear friends, may you reap bountiful harvests in your own lives. Thank you for being part of
@oldweirdbritain
❤️
Harvest feasts were known as “horkeys”
Long, long ago, when all the world was young, the strangest things often came to pass.
Faeryfolk still lived in the greenwoods.
Elves sang and danced in the soft summer dawns.
Trees could sing and flowers could speak.
Birds would carry messages about the world.
A
#Scottish
#fairy
#dog
:
The Cu Sith (coo-shee) is a huge Highland hound of the Otherworld.
It differs from other fairy hounds in being dark green in colour.
Its baying (three tremendous bays in succession) can be heard by ships far out at sea.
#folklore
Anglo-Saxon
#culture
blows me away - it’s a breathtaking synthesis resulting from tribes migrating here from
#Europe
and mixing with indigenous
#British
peoples.
Here’s an Anglo-Saxon gold ring engraved with runes. It was found in Cumbria.
#AngloSaxon
#britishmuseum
#BrailesHill
was valued by our prehistoric ancestors.
The
#RollrightStones
were positioned so that the hill is due north on a true meridian from the site.
Indeed Rollright is precisely the southernmost point from which Brailes Hill can be seen.
With love and blessings to all at the equinox, a time of balance and gratitude for the year's harvest so far.
I'll be at the
#RollrightStones
this afternoon for the
#MABON
celebration hosted by those lovely folk, Watchers of the Old Ways.
#Oxfordshire
On summer evenings a glorious magic ray of golden light shoots through my woodland.
It lasts but a few magical minutes.
I am truly blessed to have this small corner of
#Dartmoor
entrusted to my care.
Kittens born as the blackberry season ends are called 'Blackberry Cats' and are especially mischievous in their youth.
They're connected with the legend of the
#Devil
's Fall to earth at
#Michaelmas
.
Image: Jean Bradbury
#folklore
Happy Solstice dear friends!
The year turns. The days lengthen. This is the magical remaking, the birth of life and light.
In this enchanted season we gathered in
#PigwiggenWood
for socially distanced hot soup and homemade cranberry bread. And mead.
And there was a rainbow.
“Imagine a fairy train spread from mountain peak to mountain peak, as far as the eye can see.”
- Alfred Watkins, 1925
In 1921, Watkins coined the term ‘leylines’ after noticing how ancient sites seemed to lie across the landscape in straight lines.
Walk down the lane heading north from the Anglo-Saxon St Swithun's Church, Shobrooke.
You will find a magical
#holywell
.
The earliest record is in church accounts of 1576 – ‘Paid for making clene of the well and pavynge, xxd’.
It is still decorated at harvest time.
#devon
The Return of the Raven King
There is an ancient tradition common in all the kingdom of
#GreatBritain
that
#KingArthur
did not die, but by arts of enchantment, was transformed into a
#raven
.
In due course of time, he will return to reign.
#folklore
Love to you all on this Sacred Day!
I’m off to the snowy woods with my camera and a flask of Earl Grey tea.
Because Spring is stirring beneath us, even as the snow falls.
Image: Lisa Aisato
#Imbolc
#Candlemas
#uksnow
#StBride
Long ago, the West Kennet Avenue of standing stones connected the famous Avebury Stone Circle with the mysterious Sanctuary, 2.5km away.
Archeological finds suggest elaborate death rites and ceremonies were enacted at the Sanctuary.
So evocative a place.
#Wiltshire
An old apple tree lives in the hedgerow on the edge of my woods.
We wassailed him on Twelfth Night with spiced cider, and bread sweetened with honey from the woodland bees.
Flickering candles in jam-jars lit the way.
Any excuse to wear my scarlet top hat!
The locals call this ancient
#Dartmoor
track, 'The Black Prince's Path'.
Why? I don't know.
But a visiting friend saw a black knight riding a black horse right here.
My friend did not know the name of the track.
I told her. She went pale.
#ghost
A séance held at
#Sutton
House discovered two
#ghosts
called Tim and George at loggerheads with each other.
Public records later revealed two former tenants, both silk-weavers, who rented separate halves of the house in 1752.
Their names?
Timothy Ravenhill and George Garrett.
Today is St Hilary’s Day, traditionally the coldest day of the year.
In 1205 a cruel frost gripped England on this day. It lasted until March 22nd. Brrrrrr!
#folklore
#weatherlore
How to notify
#bees
of their owner's death:
Strike the hives three times with the iron doorkey saying
'The Master is dead'.
Image: Rima Staines
@tilsamka
#beelore
For over 1,000 years anyone could seek sanctuary in a church.
This is the Sanctuary Knocker at Durham Cathedral, once manned day and night by two monks who would instantly open the door to give food and rest to a fugitive.
The ancient right to sanctuary was abolished in 1623.
Mother Ludlam was a
#Witch
of benevolent temper who lived in a cave. Her former home is still known as 'Mother Ludlam's Hole'.
A magical spring rises up within the cave.
Faeries also once inhabited it.
As did a hermit, but not at the same time as the witch. Obviously!
#Surrey
Sunshine is streaming in through my cottage windows!I’ve forgotten what it looked like. It’s even drowning out the fairy lights! What a sparkly start to my day’s harp practice.
Three
#bread
#superstitions
:
1. Always make a cross in the dough to redeem it from the powers of the devil.
2. Never sing whilst baking bread.
3. Avoid making bread when there's a corpse in the house.
#FolkloreThursday
I am in the tiny hamlet of Nymet Tracey in
#Devon
.
Nymet is an old word for Sacred Grove, and this was once a centre of
#Druid
worship with a 3000BC woodhenge. There is an extraordinary
#owl
sculpture on the rood screen in the ancient church.
A mark of respect to the Old Ways?
Bubonic plague on
#Dartmoor
.
The Neolithic stone row at Merrivale served as a demarcation zone for farmers to leave food and provisions for
#Tavistock
townsfolk who, in turn, left money as payment.
Info thanks to Emma
@DartmoorsDaught
Photo: Chris Marshall
#folklore
#devon
What a gal!
St
#Brigid
could:
1. turn her bathwater into beer
2. transform rushes into edible fish
3. shapeshift herself into a snake.
She was traditionally born at Faughart where her
#holywell
is still a place of pilgrimage.
#folklore
#imbolc
#Ireland
#Celtic
#Beltane
Blessings to you all!
Today was once a day of feasting, merriment, and 'immorality' dedicated to Robin Hood.
Illegitimate babies conceived on
#MayDay
were know as 'sons of Robin'.
Perhaps the origin of the surname, Robinson?
#Chester
is one of the most haunted English cities.
The George and Dragon is built on the site of a 1,600 year old Roman cemetery.
Its upper floor echoes to the measured tread of a Roman legionary on eternal sentry duty.
The footsteps pass through solid walls.
The
#rose
as symbol of secrecy.
Some physic gardens have a rose carved over the entrance to preserve the secrets of the herbalist's art.
Carved roses adorn certain rooms to remind people that secrets revealed therein should be kept secret.
aka sub rosa = “under the rose”
#Dartmoor
(haunt of pixies and spectral hounds) also contains the largest concentration of Neolithic and Bronze Age remains in the United Kingdom.
This is Down Tor Stone Circle and Stone Row, an ancient place of ritual.
Photo: Ken Taylor.
#folklore
#Devon
Imagine a tribal Britain...
Old
#Oswestry
#IronAge
Hillfort is one of the best-preserved hillforts in Britain.
It's one of a dense band of hillforts in the Welsh Marches and was inhabited for almost 1,000 years.
Image:
#EnglishHeritage
#HillfortsWednesday
A
#Faerie
Hill
Knock-Ma Hill is the home of Finvarra,
#Irish
Faerie King and King of the Dead.
Archeological evidence reveals it to be the centre of a living, multi-period ceremonial landscape.
And if that's not cool enough, Noah's granddaughter, Ceasair, is buried there too!
The kids have gone up to the pub, and I’m enjoying a sherry by the fire in my
#Dartmoor
cottage. It’s midnight. At this moment the cattle kneel in their stables to honour the holy birth.
#folklore
I visited
#SuttonHoo
last week, site of the great
#Anglo
-Saxon ship burial.
But what moved me most was learning that a beeswax lantern was left burning inside to give light to the dead king, as his burial chamber was sealed up.
Photo:
#NationalTrust
There was once a hunter called Bowerman who enjoyed terrorising the witches of
#Dartmoor
.
But one witch turned herself into a
#hare
and led him on a wild chase into a trap.
He was turned to stone.
You can see him still. His petrified remains are known as Bowerman's Nose.
A
#Mermaid
in a land-locked lake.
A mermaid is trapped in windswept Blake Mere Pool high in the
#Staffordshire
hills.
In the 19thC workmen tried to drain her home.
She rose out of the water. Terrifying.
She threatened to flood the town of
#Leek
and drown its entire populace.
During
#WW1
, whilst constructing an airfield at Llyn Cerrig Bach in the ancient
#Druid
island of
#Anglesey
, RAF Workers discovered a breathtaking hoard of iron and bronze artefacts. These treasures had been thrown into the lake as offerings to the gods.
#FolkloreThursday
No grass grows at the summit of Dragon's Hill in
#Berkshire
. St George slayed the dragon here. The poisonous blood of the beast destroyed the fertile soil.
#folklore
North Wales is preeminently the land of
#faerie
.
That distant country is the chosen abode of giants, monsters, magicians, and all the creatures of enchantment.
#folklore
#Snowdonia
@melissaFTW
I made my first film at 45, and have now made nine films of British fairytales. I earn a living as a harpist, but my great passion is for the tales and folklore rooted in the British landscape. My energy, vitality, and innate joy are far higher than in my 20s. Good times! 🙂
Castle Dore in
#Cornwall
is an Iron Age
#hillfort
said to be the court of King Mark in the tragic love story of 'Tristan and Iseult'.
Excavations in 1935-6 revealed that, as legend says, it was occupied in Arthurian times.
A great timber hall once stood here.
#folklore
The Trent is a 'greedy' river, requiring seven lives a year.
Tradition says that one of our indigenous British gods took refuge there when Christianity first arrived.
Within living memory farmers sacrificed lambs to the river in the hope of sparing the life of a child.
#folklore
Summer Solstice Sunrise over
#Dartmoor
this morning.
My old friend Emma and I (two middle aged women) stumble bleary-eyed up the Tor.
“I’m too old for this shit!” says she.
We share a picnic. The view makes us so happy.
Love to you all on
#Lammas
Day, the Feast of First Fruits.
This gorgeous stamp was one of a set of
#folklore
stamps issued by Royal Mail in 1981.
The artist, Fritz Wegner, was a refugee who fled to England as a frightened 13yr old boy.
He lived here all his life, much loved.
"So it befell in the month of lusty May, that Queene Guinevere called unto her the Knyghtes of the Round Table, and gave them warning that early in the morning she should ride a-Maying into the woods and fields beside
#Westminster
."
#MayDay
Blessings to all you lovely folk. xx
#Fairy
Sighting in the
#LakeDistrict
Castle Howe is a natural volcanic 'lump' - the site of an
#IronAge
Hillfort.
Little people dressed in green have been seen here. One man set his dog on them, but the dog turned back, afraid.
The figures stepped into the earth.
And vanished.
The Wassail Bowl
Families assemble around a bowl of spiced ale, decorated with ribbons.
They toast each other with 'wass hael' = 'to your health', an ancient Saxon phrase.
Hence the bowl is called the Wassail or Wassel-bowl.
Dear friends,
Daily British folklore tweets resume
#MayDay
!
I needed to step back from twitter following a family bereavement.
Celebrating the beauty of the seasons nourished my soul during this sad time. Here’s a nettle cake we shared at a Spring Equinox tea in
#PigwiggenWood
.
There is a word in
#OldEnglish
for the land that remains after its trees have been cleared away:
FELDON
It reminds me of that phrase we find in
#fairytales
: "fell down dead".
#treelore