As the weeds and brambles were removed the old stone that surrounds the well was revealed…
and our excitement and sense of achievement was invigorating. Loads of baby frogs in the water here…now they can stretch their legs and swim.
As the well was revealed John was moved to recite a poem….http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jtDP4W7ECo&feature=share
The men showed off by trying to move this large stone into it’s previous position. They had partial success! On another day we will return with wellies to rescue the old stone that has fallen into the well.
Being in this seldom visited spot makes me wonder…who were the last people to use this well…when last the last bucket of drinking water taken from here…did people come from far and wide to seek healing here? How long since these beautiful stone walls were built in this sacred place?
According to John’s research the well water here was reputed to be a cure for stress. How fitting in these times that we should seek it out and rejuvenate it.
Oblivious to all else a small child builds a fairy house from moss and twigs…topped by a white feather.
Reluctantly we realise that evening is creeping in…and we must return through the forest…
past the skeleton of a long dead tree…
to where the Bluebells grow.
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