Letcombe Mill Stream .
There is a myth around the White horse, that with the imminence of war, the Mill stream in Letcombe Regis ( I believe) would boil as though a hundred horses were pounding the waters like it was boiling, a prelude to a war. The myth is, that this is the White Horse from the north facing escarpment above Uffington,
The last time this was seen was WW1, and before that, 2nd Boer war, and Waterloo before that. But no one can remember the water boiling for WW2.
The White Horse of Uffington.
Through most of my childhood I was told that the White Horse was carved into the hillside by King Alfred as a remembrance of his victory over the Danes in 871 AD. Almost everyone who has seen this stylised horse believe it to be more of a racing grey hound or even a deer and everything in between.
Instead of arguing the toss over which animal it represents the question on every ones lips should be, how old is this monument?
Anyone with a modicum of historic education will tell straight away that the white Horse is a styalised horse dating back to at least the Celts or even possibly the late bronze age, i.e 1300 BC to 800 BC
Wayland the Smith is not a figure easily contained within the lines of a single legend. His name stretches across time and language — Wēland, Völundr, Wieland — each variation carrying its own resonance, its own shadow of the man at the anvil. Yet at the heart of every version lies the same powerful image: …
Among the myths that have endured the long passage from pagan memory to modern imagination, few are as haunting and evocative as that of Wayland the Smith. He is the unseen maker, the wounded genius, the shadowy presence at the edge of firelight. In the mythology of Northern Europe, Wayland is not simply a blacksmith; …
I was born and brought up within the Vale of the White Horse, and I grew up listening to stories about the area from parents, grandparents, family friends, and so on. I eagerly latched on to these stories – especially those about Wayland the Smith, within the parish of Ashbury. As a child, parents would …
The White Horse
Letcombe Mill Stream .
There is a myth around the White horse, that with the imminence of war, the Mill stream in Letcombe Regis ( I believe) would boil as though a hundred horses were pounding the waters like it was boiling, a prelude to a war. The myth is, that this is the White Horse from the north facing escarpment above Uffington,
The last time this was seen was WW1, and before that, 2nd Boer war, and Waterloo before that. But no one can remember the water boiling for WW2.
The White Horse of Uffington.
Through most of my childhood I was told that the White Horse was carved into the hillside by King Alfred as a remembrance of his victory over the Danes in 871 AD. Almost everyone who has seen this stylised horse believe it to be more of a racing grey hound or even a deer and everything in between.
Instead of arguing the toss over which animal it represents the question on every ones lips should be, how old is this monument?
Anyone with a modicum of historic education will tell straight away that the white Horse is a styalised horse dating back to at least the Celts or even possibly the late bronze age, i.e 1300 BC to 800 BC
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