The Hearth of Mopsus

While I don't want to try people's patience with all the holy wells I saw while away, there were some intriguing ones, so here are a...

My week off has coincided so far with an attack of sciatica which hopefully won't stop me doing too many of the things I've planned....

Some time in the summer of 1986, I was driving with my family along the B3347 between Christchurch and Ringwood as we passed through the vil...

I couldn't have picked a better day to visit Oxford than yesterday. The pellucid blue skies framed the golden-coloured buildings, remind...

On my way back from a visit to my Mum in Dorset I called in at Burley in the New Forest, a place I haven’t visited in probably 35 years or s...

Down a muddy lane in the Wealden village of Forest Row lies the Lion Head Spring. It’s a very fine well indeed: stone walls and benches surr...

In 2014 Guy and Catharine English began a retirement project of visiting the holy wells of Cornwall. They acquired copies of the books that ...

For some reason this day off has coincided with a low mood, and I know that there's no deliberately shifting it once it arrives - not th...

Until yesterday I'd never been to Hastings, but decided to go at least partly because of the number of interesting wells of different ki...

Among those of us who discuss these things, Glastonbury's wells have been a topic of conversation over recent months. The Slipper Well a...