Believe in the Faeries...

Believe in the Faeries

Who makes the dreams come true

Believe in the wonder

The stars and the moon

Believe in the magic

From Faerie above

They dance on the flowers

And sing songs of love

And if you just believe

And always stay true

The Faeries will be there 

To watch over you

Water Nymphs

The rivers of Britain contain many different sorts of wildlife including water nymphs, with the rising waters they have more territory to explore so it is wise to avoid the fast flowing flood waters. The river Frome around Wool in Dorset is known to be the home of water nymphs and although beautiful they are treacherous and very dangerous. The monks of Bindon Abbey which was destroyed by Henry the eighth during the dissolution knew of their existence warned  the locals of their existence. One man had already met one of them while walking by the side of the river and had fallen in love with the beautiful stranger.
He was horrified when the monks told him that it was a nymph and that she had no soul. He was told that she could only survive by sucking the life from her victims. Not wanting to believe the monks he rushed to the river bank to find her. Perhaps the water nymph had sensed that the monks had warned her lover and she was never seen again. Although he walked the banks from Wool bridge to Moreton Ford every day he never saw her again.

As time went on he became more and more heartbroken and eventually threw himself into the water and drowned.

Gwynn-ap- Nudd, The White One, the Faerie King

The entrance to Annwyn faerieland on Glastonbury Tor is guarded by Gwyn- ap -Nudd. His Crystal Realm is the meeting place for the dead and from the Tor he leads the Wild Hunt on Samhain. On stormy nights he is accompanied by the White Hounds of the Otherworld.

Around the 1400's a welsh saint called Collen built himself a hermit hut on the lower slopes of the Tor. He wished to meditate in peace and at that time the Tor was still an island surrounded by marshland so it was an ideal retreat for him or so he thought. He didn't realise that the Tor was already occupied by Gwynn-ap- Nudd and his court.
One day he overheard two locals talking about the Faerie King and was furious that they could still believe in such old superstitions. The two men warned him to be careful of what he said of the Faerie King as his wrath could be terrible.
Collen refused to listen to their warnings and returned to his meditations. The next day a faerie messenger appeared at his hut inviting him to a meeting with Gwynn-ap- Nudd at the top of the Tor. The same messenger returned day after day until Collen finally agreed to meet with Faerie King. But before following the messenger to the top of the Tor he slipped a flask of holy water inside his cloak. As he reached the top the familiar landscape of the Tor disappeared and appearing instead out of the mists were the Faerie halls gleaming with sparkling lights and filled with beautiful music. The Faerie King was seated on a golden throne at the end of a vast hall surrounded by faerie courtiers.
He welcomed the welsh saint warmly offering him a drink from a beautiful golden cup, but Collen knew enough of the faerie ways to refuse the wine. He took the flask of holy water from his cloak and with a sweeping gesture threw the water over the company of faeries.
Gwynn-ap- Nudd, his faerie palace and all his courtiers disappeared leaving Collen alone at the top of the windswept Tor.
But the Faerie King did not disappear forever, he is such a powerful figure that he still remains at the Tor guarding the entrance to Annwyn.

Faerie shoes!!

Look what we found in our house this morning! We must have had faerie visitors during the night, I thought I heard the faint sounds of revelry coming from the garden. These can be found for sale at www.magicmythlegend.co.uk buy them quick before the owners come back for their shoes!

Somerset Levels

We had a lovely visit to Muchelney Abbey last weekend, it's the ruins of a very large Abbey out in the Somerset  levels. Once one of the most wealthy abbeys in the area, due in part to the catching of eels but I am sure there must have been some other reason for their wealth. As  Glastonbury it used to be surrounded by water; an island in the middle of the levels. It must have been an uplifting  sight for the inhabitants of the area, visible for miles. Not much remains now thanks to Henry and the dissolution of the monasteries. I believe Somerset the Lord Protector took a personal interest  in the destruction of Muchelney but he was excecuted for treason shortly after so did not enjoy the results of his labour! On a walk along the river by the Abbey we were surrounded by a flock of swifts swooping and diving around us, it was amazing I haven't seen a swift for years and to be surrounded by so many so breathtaking.

The whole area has a unique feeling to it, and Glastonbury was an important part linking the network of monasteries and abbeys together across the country. It's easy to forget amid the bustle of holidaymakers and gift shops what an important spiritual part of the country this is.
Elizabeth Andrews

June Witches Market Glastonbury

The witches Market was great fun as usual, the weather wasn't too bad and it didn't seem to dampen anybody's spirit. Many overseas visitors which was nice, Norway Japan, and several very appreciative young girls from Italy. I don't think they could believe the diversity of Glastonbury and having visited Italy I am not surprised. We had a short break in Treviso last year and there was a college in the town and as usual students were milling about everywhere but the strange and slightly unnerving thing is that they all looked like the adults in the town. Isn't that the point of being young and especially a student that you can experiment and wear all the weirdest gear you like? Seeing those young girls reminded me how strange it was. But for the market it was a great time catching up with all our friends even if business was a bit slow.

Post Packhorse Fair

Well I think we had the best day weatherwise for this fair, the small narrow street of Bruton was crammed with people enjoying the hog roast and various food stall ,cider beer etc and there was some excellent music provided by
Bateleurs- contemporary folk rock act based in wiltshire
Charles Hazelwood- world renowned conductor and creator of Orchestra in a field
Al O'Kane & Richard Kennedy Guitar players from Frome
Sashi & the Wild Beans from London
The Johnsons -country band from the west country
Gandhi Warhorse- three piece folk act
Abi Baker -Indie folk rock singer from Somerset
Blue Horse Dreaming -folky mixture of acoustic guitars and vocal harmony

My husband was camped out in front of the stage for most of the music and was really overwhelmed with the quality and diversity of the music!
Unfortunately we didn't have such a good result with sales on the stall - perhaps a sign of the recession? tho I am not too sure about that, nobody seemed interested in the craft stalls at all. I think it would have helped if the organisers of the Packhorse Fair had a designated site for all the artisans  and craft workers. We were mixed up with the car boot stalls. I think they have missed a trick there. They could get a really good art and craft side to the fair if they put a little more thought into the organising of the event. A Farmers market was there and present was the olive oil man as seen on Dragons Den which he had proudly splurged over the side of his gazebo!! As I recall they turned him down as they thought it was daft idea!!