Showing posts with label Devon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Devon. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2009

Cat on a hot tin roof

It seems that the devil has taken his centurial holidays once again in Devon. It seems a pensioner woke recently on a winter's morning to find the world covered in a blanket of crisp snow, only to find mysterious footprints in the shape of a cloven hoof forming a trail through her garden. With no obvious signs of an entry point or any suggestion that a wild animal had been in her garden, the pensioner was obviously flummoxed.

However, the footprints could well add to the legend of the Great Devon Mystery - proving that legends can be a part of living history, as well as ancient history. On the morning of February 8, 1885, villagers across a 100-mile swathe of south Devon awoke to find a trail of cloven footprints in the deep lying snow. An escaped pig, or wild boar, you might think, which would be a good guess until the footprints walked up walls and across roofs as if gravity didn't exist. Of course, scientists believe there is a rational explanation for both sets of prints, which there may well be, but until they come up with one - it could well be spring hares, the legend will grow with each re-telling...

Monday, December 01, 2008

Walking the dog

So soon... This time a legend, or rather two legends, that seem so similar from different parts of southern England. First, many years ago, I read out about a local legend regarding Odiham in Hampshire. It was in a magazine called Prediction (if only I had kept all those back issues..), and concerned a phantom man who strode along certain routes. He was said to be tall and to appear at times of crisis, or to only appear to those in trouble or whose time was almost up. The article to my recollection linked the figure to the Norse/Germanic god Woden or Wotan (Odin). Interestingly, although maybe not significantly, Odiham's earliest recorded name seems to be Odiam and Wudiham.

Meanwhile, down in Devon, Hawkesdown Hillfort, which overlooks Axmouth and its estuary (in later times it would have looked over the Roman Fosse Way), is said to be haunted by a huge dark warrior and his fire-breathing dog. The area is home to many hillforts and deep valleys and can still be a pretty wild place when out walking - even in the daytime. The hillfort is on private land.

These two cases are interesting because whereas the cases of phantom animals are reportedly quite high, the case for this particular Woden-like manifestation seems to be fairly rare. Most 'ghosts' seem to be either place, or event, fixated, not wandering and linked to ancient gods. The other aspect that makes these two cases interesting is that Woden survived the onset of Christianity to survive in one of the most impressive (and fearsome) aspects of folklore, as the leader of the Wild Hunt - the rememberance of which is still prevalent across the south and west of England. I refer you to Wikipedia for more information on the Wild Hunt - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Hunt


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Thursday, November 06, 2008

Those flaming barrels

So, it's November 5th - remember, remember etc - and what better way to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night than to... well, you could be all traditional and have some fireworks and maybe a small bonfire, or you could go all out for entertainment and go and watch a flaming tar barrel race. That's right, in a number of places in England, particularly Devon, a once more widespread tradition survives - in this day of the twin gods of Health and Safety - that of carrying or rolling flaming tar barrels.

Today, it would seem the most famous occurrence of this tradition can be found in Ottery St Mary, Devon. I'm pleased to say that despite the almost apocalyptic recent weather recently this year's event went ahead as planned. Another race occurs at Hatherleigh in Devon, and I'm sure there are one or two others that have remained under the radar, so to speak.

What happens?
Well, there are on average 17 barrels during the main race, the men's, which takes place near to midnight. There are other races with smaller barrels for children and women. Although there are always huge crowds for these events - that take place on the same night as a carnival and bonfire - you can only take part if your family have lived in the town for a 'requisite' number of years.

The idea is to compete for the largest of the barrels and, wrapped in old clothes and gloves made of sackcloth soaked in water, to carry the flaming tar barrel on the back of the neck, top of the shoulders, as quickly as possible (presumably so the flames fan out behind you rather than onto you!). In recent years, the police and health and safety conscious have made attempts to sanitise the event, but thankfully they have been seen of - to my knowledge there has never been a serious injury. The contestants weave through the windy lanes, dodging the crowds as they go. Imagine carrying a 30kg barrel full of blazing tar, as the heat grows and you grow weary!

The Origins
Well, the festivities are obviously linked to the festivities of November 5th and the gunpowder plot. But is it as simple as that? Its origins can apparently be traced back to the 1700s, but it is tempting to attribute this festival of fire to a pagan survival, falling as it does, only a few days after Samhain - the time of no time, the end of the year, a three-day festival that marked the onset of winter, with its associated darkness and cold. In this way it could be seen to form part of an extended cycle of mid-winter festivals of light and hope, where communities would get together to raise their spirits and maybe begin a process of reawakening the sun ahead of spring.

However, there are other theories. One such suggestion, though fairly mundane, is that it started as a test of strength that was copied, remembered and that eventually formed part of the calendar. Another is that the smoke and fire being carried through town was used to effectively fumigate the streets of evil and unwanted spirits. It has also been said that the fumigation was of local shops - presumably a barrel would be carried between shops out of hours?

What should be noted is the suggestion by Ronald Hutton that 'Guy Fawkes Night would never have continued to the present, with such popularity, as the surviving British fire festival, because of its historical significance alone.' (The Stations of the Sun; 1996; Oxford University Press).

It should be noted that in other parts of the country the barrels are, or were, rolled, and that some, such as Allendale, form part of the New Year celebrations.

Where to find more
Follow these links to start your own research into the tar barrel traditions:


Monday, November 03, 2008

My book has arrived

The Burning of the Ashen Faggot is now available to buy directly from the Lulu website.

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This means that this blogspot is now up and officially running, and in the course of the next few days you can expect discussion on such arcane topics as the customs of November, screaming skulls and even pinned hearts (found in chimneys of all places). Keep an eye out, more is coming soon.