Nunney Castle was built by the knight John del a Mare around 1370AD and it is a most beautiful ruin with a moat running around it and nearby Nunney brook bubbling past. We have had a very watery night with torrential rain, so much so that I have had to dig water channels, creating little streams to take the huge puddles forming away from our tent. I’m feeling very much in tune with this element today. Although there is no direct link with St Mary, we feel very drawn to visit the castle and Sir John’s surname suggest a connection with the sea, the name Mary being derived from Mare.
I stem my usual moaning about the British summer time weather with a Blessing Song to the River. An African Caribbean man with his dog smiles at me and I wonder what he makes of me singing to the river.
Such things seem to matter very little in the soporific dream which is this pilgrimage. Yesterday we had more time to read the Serpent and the Sun which tells the story of the journey to map these Ley lines by Hamish Miller and Paul Broadhurst. We feel very much we are following in their footsteps, but also having our own unique experience.
In the afternoon we visit the Church of St John the Baptist in Pilton. The church is built on rock and has no foundations, and hundreds of years ago before the marshes of Avalon were drained it was a port. Joseph of Arimithea is said to have dedicated the first church and brought Yeshua here when he was a child. This is possibly a metaphor of bringing the secret teachings as protected by the Knights Templars rather than a physical baby as the time lines don’t quite add up. The dowsing rods confirm the ley line runs straight through this beautiful church with many beautiful stained glass windows. There is much esoteric symbolism in the church suggesting a hidden history
We continue our voyage in Ursula to the Church and Holy Well of St Aldhelm in Doulting. Following a beautiful path I pass beneath ancient Guardian trees of Holly and Beech, asking their permission to pass. I follow the steep track to the Holy Well in the drizzle. It is well worth it and the Blessing Song gets another voicing. The water is incredibly still in the trough with a luminescent quality. It falls from a single lip and then into three smaller lips before disappearing back into Mother Earth. It is a miracle. The water is cool and healing. Above are enormous trees from an ancient forest.
Walking back to explore the church I am delighted to discover unfolding themes in the churches we have visited. Yeshua as the Shepherd, linking to the the lamb who came into St Michael’s Mount on the Tor. The words ‘The good shepherd would lay down his/her life for the flock’ keep wondering through my mind. There is also a window depicting St Margareta slaying her Dragon, and she has really grabbed my attention.
St Alhelms was a poet of some distinction and following our visit I wanted to find out more about him. On a website about him I found this quote which I thought was very funny! Another bridge singing mystic poet on the loose.
“During his time as Abbot, Aldhelm noticed that instead of attending to the monks at Mass, the local people preferred to spend their time gossiping and could not be persuaded to listen to the preacher. So one day, he stationed himself on a bridge, like a minstrel, and began to sing his ballads. The beauty of his verse attracted a huge crowd and, when he had caught their attention, he began to preach the Gospel”