I Have a Little Bottle in my Pocket...

A large part of what we do in our history presentations is concerned with herbs and their use in medicine, cooking, dyeing and in folklore but I haven't written much on here about that so, as the elecampane is showing its vibrant flowers in our garden, I've been inspired to change that.

Our first few years of growing it were without much success, but in the past few summers the plant has burst forth, reaching about six foot in height and spreading out along the fence, I've noticed that it seems to like being against a wall or fence, though doesn't need the support.

Sadly, elecampane is not described by John Gerard, the famed Elizabethan herbalist who we refer to a lot, (especially as he came from Cheshire), but Culpeper writing a little later in the mid-17th century relates how it was used for a multitude of ills.

He says "It is hot and dry in the third degree, wholesome for the stomach, resists poison, helps old coughs, and shortness of breath, helps ruptures and provokes lust; in ointments it is good against scabs and itch".  He also writes "The decoction of the roots in wine, or the juice taken therein, kills and drives forth all manner of worms in the belly, stomach and maw".

By the 18th century it had become a standard cure-all and made its way into the cure of the quack doctor of the mummers plays which began to appear in the middle of the 1700s.  Just as the plays began to spread through the oral tradition so the plants name got mangled.  I've seen ellicupane, alimcumpane and in the version I've been performing around Chester for 18 years now with Jones' Ale Soul Cakers it is 'I have a bottle in my pocket called alec and plain'.

Recently I discovered that in Cheshire a way to silence persistent questioners was to just say 'alimcumpane' as if answering the query "What's your name?" no doubt derived from the Doctor's entering lines in these plays.

The root does seem to work when made up as a cough mixture, but it's worth growing just for being an attractive plant, and the bees like it too!

Stone Drone - some Bagpiper Imagery in Cheshire Churches



Regular readers of our blog will realise that there are many connections between pilgrims and bagpipes.  The instrument is a great passion of mine.  Like many keen pipers, I always keep an eye out for carvings or pictures of bagpipes on my travels, but I've made an attempt to try to find examples closer to home, which for me is Cheshire.  In recent years I have visited nearly all of the surviving medieval churches in the county to explore them for images of bagpipers.  Many of these medieval churches are now bare of carvings or paintings, following reformation, civil war and the heavy hand of Victorian restorers, but still I found eight examples in the area.  There are two churches, not in regular use, which I have not been able to gain access to yet, and despite long explorations, I would not be so bold as to believe I have not missed any carvings in those churches I have visited.  

Following a discussion about bagpipes with Dr Jane Laughton, an expert in medieval Cheshire, I received an email from her recommending I visit St Mary’s church in Astbury and have a look in the porch.  Before too long I was there, but unable to gain access, but not too disappointed as there were several interesting historic features on the outside of the building and in the churchyard.  I discovered that, aside from services, the church was only open to visitors on a Sunday afternoon.  I duly returned and was able to see the four figures in the 15th century porchway; one is unclear, perhaps a fool or a devil, but the others are musicians, playing an oud, a harp and a bagpipe.  The piper is very clear, there is a single chanter but no drone.  In fact, as it turned out, most of the Cheshire examples are droneless.  

The piper seemed very well preserved to me, but I feel he has not been reworked, but has been cleaned and has been worked in millstone grit, unusual in this area, which may account for its preservation.  Though the porch itself is late 15th century, the musician figures are quite different in style and of a different stone.  The churchwarden and historian of the building believes that these were reclaimed from an earlier building and he thinks them to be early 14th century.  If this is the case, this is a very early example of a bagpiper stone carving.  And there are many other fascinating features at this wonderful church, well worth popping into, they are open on Sunday afternoons from 2-4pm and the ladies there make you welcome with tea and cake!

Over in Bunbury is the 15th century church of St Boniface, also well worth a visit for its historic interest but in this case regular open in daylight hours.  On the columns of the north aisle are several angelic musicians, playing psaltery, rote, fiddle, shawm and bagpipes.  All survive intact, except the unfortunate bagpiper which has had its head knocked off.  Sue says she can understand why someone might have done this to the piper!  Despite the decapitation, the bag, single chanter and a single drone can still be seen.  


At Chester Cathedral, which in medieval times was the Abbey of St Werburgh, are two bagpipers, both playing double chanter bagpipes.  In one of the corners of the cloisters is a very worn sandstone carving of a piper playing a double chanter bagpipe.  Although most of the features have been eroded since he was carved in the early 16th century, it is apparent that the bagpipe has two parallel chanters, but no drone nor even a blowpipe, though his bag hasn’t doesn’t seem to have deflated over the centuries!


In the quire of the cathedral are some wonderful late 14th century misericords and bench end carvings.  One of these depicts a piper with another double-chanter set being swallowed by a lion-like beast but boldly continuing to play as he slides down the beast’s gullet.  I must here declare that I had despite examining the misericords many times, I had repeatedly missed the bagpiper, and it was finally brought to my attention by a friend and fellow piper Vanessa Ryall.  The appearance of the piper is strange, seemingly covered in feathers, or hair, or leaves – perhaps he is a wodwo or wild man.  The bagpipe itself is clearer, again without any drones, but with parallel chanters and the piper hugs the bag in front of his chest, rather than squeezing under the arm. 

The church of St James at Gawsworth has many detailed carvings of a range of characters on the exterior.  I have a suspicion that there may once have been paintings or carvings of musicians inside this church, as such things are hinted at in a Vicar’s notes, but they are now lost after an overzealous restoration in 1851.  On the exterior of the church is a carving of a piper, my favourite of all the Cheshire bagpipers on account of his vitality in playing with puffed up cheeks and seeming enjoyment.  He plays a single chanter, droneless bagpipe.  There is quite a bit of detail on the carving, including how the chanter stock fits to the bag, not just a loose merging as is more common elsewhere.  The bagpiper frames a window with his companion playing pipe & tabor with equal enthusiasm, they both date to the late 15th century.
At the church of St Mary & All Saints in Great Budworth is another piper I had seen several times, but was tricky to photograph, being very high up on the south side of the nave, just below the clerestory.  A helpful church volunteer with a better camera took an image and emailed it to me, where I could see the piper’s face clearly for the first time.  It seems, to me at least, that this he is actually an ape.  The carving is 15th century and shows a single chanter, droneless bagpipe.
In Nantwich, St Mary’s Church is well known for its quire stall carvings of mythical beasts and proverbs.  There are also several musicians depicted, playing lute, organ, box fiddles, symphony/gurdy and two bagpipers.  The pipers are mirror images of each other and play single chanter pipes, again without drones.  All of the musicians here are depicted as angels with wings.  Although I’d seen these carvings many times before, it was only when I was flicking quickly through these photos that I realised that all of the other musicians seem as heavenly angels with feathered wings, whilst the two pipers have leathery, bat-like wings, perhaps more suited to the other place! 
At St Bridget's, West Kirby, on the Wirral, (modern Merseyside, but historically Cheshire), the stone carvings include a fine Viking 'hogback' tombstone and many Victorian carvings of musicians, though no bagpiper amongst them.  But a stained glass window depicting the nativity shows a shepherd with bagpipes.  This is one of many by the studio of Charles Kempe who seemed to have a specialism for the nativity and usually gave bagpipes to his shepherds.  The presence of bagpipes in Victorian art and the shape of these pipes suggests he had a medieval or Renaissance source to base them on.  However those in the window at St Bridget's were not accurately observed as they have two drones but no chanter, maybe not much of a challenge to play, but not too much fun to listen to.

What can we conclude from all of this?  Certainly not enough to reconstruct a medieval “Cheshire bagpipe” or tell us much about bagpipers in the county.  But that wasn’t the point for me.  I was simply very pleased to see just how many bagpipe carvings there were in my local area, in most cases unknown even to the volunteer guides in the churches.  And, yes, I am still trying to get into those last couple of churches…

How the Minstrels' Court Began

Oh, it was well before my time, back in the year of 1204 and Ranulf, Earl of Chester, was at the castle of Rhuddlan, besieged by the Welsh who were none too keen to have the Earl and his men laying claim to the land there, well Rhuddlan is in Wales after all.  The siege had lasted some time and was not nearing an end.  Then, one evening, a messenger crept out from the castle and headed to Chester Castle to seek more soldiers from Roger de Lacy, the constable there. 
Twthill, the old motte at Rhuddlan where the siege took place.
But he was not in luck as it was the time of the Midsummer Fair in Chester and all the soldiers had left the castle for the taverns and were already worse for wear.  Instead, Roger de Lacy rounded up all the minstrels and players who were in the city to ply their trade during the fair and sent them off to Rhuddlan in place of soldiers.  They played their instruments as they went and made such a noise as they approached the castle that the Welsh feared it was a great army and fled.

Recreation of the Minstrels' March
Earl Ranulf showed his gratitude to the minstrels by granting them his protection and freedom to play in the county of Cheshire without fear of arrest.  Their licences were to be renewed each Midsummer on the annivesary of their march to save the Earl and would be granted in the church of St John the Baptist, the most ancient church in the city.
Granting of licences to minstrels
And so the Minstrels' Court was born, and continued each year until 1756.  Then after five-and-a-half centuries of tradition it disappeared from the city.  But it was too good a story to disappear forever, so with David Chesters, Rector of Chester, we revived it in 2008 and it has taken place each year since, growing each time.  And now, it is the biggest medieval music event in Britain.

You can see it for yourself on Saturday 11th June 2016, from 10.30am -4.30pm in it's original and authentic location of St John's Church, just outside the city walls of Chester, next to the Amphitheatre ruins.  There will be performances from many musicians, living history displays, mummers plays and Renaissance dance workshops and it's all free! 


So, do try to get along to Chester and join us for this wonderful recreation of an ancient tradition.

Faded Beauty

A while ago we were at a fair in the midlands and took advice from a friend to take a diversion on the way home to go to see the church of St Leodegarius and that we would find it well worthwhile.

Now, being a storyteller, I know that you should always follow advice like this.  And it was worth it.  Ashby St Ledgers takes its name from the saint to which the church is dedicated.  The whole village was deserted, and the church open. 

It was late on an autumn afternoon and the windows spared us just enough light to see the magnificent remains of the wall paintings.

As you entered there was a magnificent St Christopher.
Here was the Passion from around 1500.


And even earlier, St Margaret from around 1325. 

There were brasses,

A beautiful painted rood screen,

A skeleton reminding us of our mortality,

And a harpy atop this later memorial.


The church must have dazzled once, but even this faded glory left us speechless.

Bagpipolorum!

This coming Saturday (9th March 2013) will be International Bagpipe Day.  As English bagpipes make a regular appearance in our work we'll be celebrating the day with fellow pipers in Chester.

It should be an exciting mix of happenings and we're looking forward to playing in some atmospheric places. 

From 10.30-11.45am, we'll be running a workshop 'Introducing the Bagpipes' at St Peter's Church, by the Cross, in the centre of Chester.  We'll be playing tunes, revealing the history of the instrument and letting people have a try for themselves.

At 12.15pm we'll be setting off from the Cross for a 'Pipers Perambulation' through the city and along the walls. It should catch people's attention and hopefully raise the profile of the instrument.  Here's some of the pipers and other musicians enjoying a similar procession last summer as part of the Minstrels' Court event. 

We'll be stopping in some of the medieval towers on the walls to enjoy their acoustics, paying a visit to bagpiper carvings in the cathedral and giving a brief performance in the Roman amphitheatre before arriving at St John's Church at 2pm to play more tunes there in the glory of the romanesque nave of the city's oldest church.

At 3pm there will be piping in the pub at the Cross Keys on the corner of Lower Bridge Street and Duke Street.  Other instruments are welcome too, we should have a friendly session there.

Then at 7.30, the main event will be a special concert at the Grosvenor Museum, entitled Bagpipolorum!, featuring bagpipes from across Europe and tunes from medieval to modern.  We're very excited to be joined by the wonderful Blast from the Past, with their lively, upbeat versions of traditional tunes.  Chester's own Time Bandits will present Renaissance dance tunes and Anglo-European Folk.  Mike Billington of Corvus, will be showcasing the Spanish gaita, Hungarian duda and Bulgarian gaida, and there will be performance from the Chester Dudey Quartet on their sweet sounding Renaissance smallpipes made by Sean Jones.  There will also be folk tales of pipers.

If you'd like to join us for the concert, then do come along, doors open 7pm and piping starts at 7.30pm.  Tickets are £5.  Take your chance on the door, or email pilgrimandposies@aol.com to reserve a ticket.

If you can't get to Chester then there are also exciting happenings at the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford and across the world too.  Happy bagpiping!

St Werburgh's Day

Today is St Werburgh's Day.  Werburgh is the patron saint of the city of Chester and so her story features prominently in our pilgrimage work.  Her story is a good one but, sadly, not well known amongst Cestrians.  So we're trying to change that through our living history and storytelling work.  And this year, her tale will be amongst those in a major exhibition at the Grosvenor Museum - 'Discover a Medieval City: Places, Voices, Journeys'.

Werburgh was the daughter of Wulfhere, King of Mercia and Erminilde of Kent.  She studied under her aunt Etheldreda, the first Abbess of Ely, and when Etheldreda died, Werburgh came to be second Abbess. 

Her most famous miracle took place when she was at Weedon Bec on one of the abbey's farms, and Werburgh was helping sow seeds for crops in an attempt to avert the famine which was ravaging the land, when a great flock of wild geese descended and began to eat the seeds.  Werburgh was angered as the food was intended for the poor and so she chased the geese and penned them into a sheep pen.  Although the geese had wings, they did not fly out of the pen, and you might consider that a small miracle in itself.  Werburgh told the geese they should be kept there for one night as punishment, but they were God's creatures and wouldn't be harmed and would be released the next day. 

That evening, one of Werburgh's servants, walking past the pen, decided he would like some goose stew and so took one of the geese, killed it and ate it.  When Werburgh found out, she gathered what was left of the stew, the bones and the skin and feathers and began to pray.  The goose was restored to life!  It joined its fellows and when they were released from the pen, they never came back to trouble the fields again.  And that is the story of Werburgh and the goose.

Some years later, in 699, Werburgh died and was buried at Threekingham in Lincolnshire, one of the churches which had been set up by the Abbey.  This was the time of the great spread of Christianity in England and every new church was required to have a relic in order to be consecrated so there was great demand for the remains of saints.  Thinking that she might be a saint, the people of Threekingham then dug up Werburgh's remains and found that her body was a fresh as when she had been buried, a decade earlier.  Taking this as proof of her sanctity, she was moved to Hanbury in Staffordshire.  There she remained until 907 when the Danes were approaching that area.  The nuns of Hanbury feared Werburgh's relics would be stolen and so moved her remains to Chester, 80 miles away.  That same year the city walls had been rebuilt to keep out the Vikings, so it was the perfect place for her to rest.

Werburgh's relics were installed in the Minster Church of St Peter and St Paul.  In 1092, the Normans turned this into the Abbey of St Werburgh and later still it would become Chester Cathedral.  The people of medieval Chester revered their saint, and pilgrims came from as far away as Salisbury and Southwark, as souvenir pilgrim badges depicting Werburgh's miracle of the goose have been found in those places. 

Henry Bradshaw, a monk of St Werburgh's abbey in the 16th century wrote about how her relics protected the city of Chester many times.  On one occasion a great fire was ravaging Bridge Street but when the reliquary was carried to the seat of the fire it stopped.  Another time, the Welsh were attacking the city and the reliquary was carried to the city walls.  But the Welsh showed no respect and one man flung a stone at the relics.  Immediately, he and the rest of the attackers were struck blind.

In the fourteenth century her shrine was reworked to attract more pilgrims and the quire had newly carved misericords, including one depicting the miracle with the geese.  Her feast day being in winter on 3rd February would never attract too many pilgrims so it was decided that the translation day, when her relics had been moved, had been 21st June.  This idea was nothing new, it had also happened with Thomas Becket in Canterbury for the same reason.  So Werburgh got a second feast day, and this one at the start of the great Midsummer Fair in Chester.

You'll be hearing more about Midsummer Fair and its associated Minstrels' Court on here soon...

The Cheshire Prophet

We use storytelling a lot in our work with schools, presentations to groups, living history events, and increasingly at festivals, which is a great thing.  I'm very keen to get more people involved in telling and listening to tales as once was so common in the past.  It's also a great way to find out more about local folklore.  Here's my version of a lesser known Cheshire legend...

Yes, I remember the lad. You’d find it hard to forget him, he'd a face like a Buckley panmug, such an ugly thing he was and cruel with it. Even when he were young, that Robert Nixon would be tormenting animals, and worse than that, just for the fun of it. So I’ve no idea why he got such a gift, or curse as it turned out.

Well, we were lads together at Over, you know, near Wine’s Ford, where the devil dropped the church. This was in the days of King Dick, or was it Edward, no, it would have to have been Dick wouldn’t it?

Now there he was, Nixon, in the fields where he should have been following the plough but he was sitting idle as he did all too often. Next I recall was a great skriking which made me to run from my tilling over to where Nixon was sat. He was there staring at the sky, and there were nothing there, just clouds.

Then he starts to shout, “Oh, ill done Dick! Well done Harry! Harry has gained the day.” Then down he goes and when he comes to he can’t remember any of it. And me and Thomas Buckley who were there too couldn’t make anything of it.

But by and by, we got word brought here from a place called Market Bosworth, or some such, saying king’s dead after a battle and new king is a Welshman called Harry. Well, we thought on this and what Nixon had been saying in that field and reckoned he mun have seen this in the sky.

Now, you know as well as I that word spreads of these things, and I reckon Thomas Buckley had been telling folk at Namptwich market, but soon enough we have all sorts of folk we’ve not seen before coming to Over and asking after Nixon. And they’re calling him a prophet and it’s gone to his head and he’s telling them all sorts like Northwich will be devoured by water and that Vale Royal abbey will become a raven’s nest. But like pilgrims listening to a pardoner, they’re all taking it in with good faith.

Folk started saying of Nixon how he was strong i’th’arm and wick in the head. You know, wick, like alive, quick of wit. Well, they must have been seeing a different side to him. But then this feller all in blue and red as you’ve never seen before comes to Over and says he’s been sent by the king to fetch Nixon.

Now Nixon starts saying how he won’t go and king’s man says he had to, king says so. But Nixon tells him that if he goes to king’s palace he will starve to death. So I say, it’s a palace with great kitchens and plenty of food and he won’t starve and anyroad if king says you have to go you can’t say no.

So he didn’t like it but goes along all the same. Now the rest I shall have to tell you as I’ve heard from others. They say that King Harry took a liking to Nixon and let him stay in the kitchen so he’d have no fear of being clemmed. King Harry gave him a test where he told Nixon he had lost a ring, but he just tells him back, “Who hides can find it himself.” Now, I could have made that guess an’all but it seems the king started to believe Nixon was a prophet. He asked him where a man might find safety at Domesday and Nixon says back to him, “In God’s croft, twixt Mersey and Dee.”

But soon enough King Harry had tired of his prophet and gone off hunting and suchlike. But there he was left living in the kitchen and all the while licking and picking at the meat until the cooks can’t thole it and shut him in a cupboard and lock it. And there he is left with food all around him but can’t get at it and he starves to death.

So, I don’t know what to think after all this. I’ve not seen any of his prophecies come to pass but there’s time yet.

Like many other prophets, nobody is quite sure whether Robert Nixon ever really existed and the earliest surviving records of his prophecies post-date many of them having come to pass.  Some people say he lived in the late 15th century, which is the version I use, but others say he lived during the reign of James I, but if that was the case many of the supposed prophecies had already happened.  In the mid-eighteenth century visitors to Over, near Winsford, would be shown Nixon's old cottage and a handful of pamphlets of his foretellings were published in doggerel verse.  Egerton Leigh made his story known again in the mid-nineteenth century in his 'Ballads and Legends of Cheshire', but few people now know about him.  Not so long ago Sue bought me a rare surviving pamphlet of Nixon's life and in it was  this late eighteenth century engraving.  Though comic in style, it is intriguing as the earliest known depiction of the Cheshire Prophet.