The netherworld of Mendip : $b explorations in the great caverns of Somerset, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, and elsewhereBaker, Ernest A. (Ernest Albert)
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The netherworld of Mendip : $b explorations in the great caverns of Somerset, Yorkshire, Derbyshire, and elsewhere
Baker, Ernest A. (Ernest Albert)
Caves; Mendip Hills (England)
the three cathedral towers pierce the blue mist hanging over the little
city we have just left. Beyond, the peat moors of the Brue and the Axe
stretch away to the Isle of Avalon, sacred as the birthplace of our
Christian faith in England. Here below us is that
"Island valley of Avilion,
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns,
And bowery hollows crowned with summer seas."
Here, where Arthur's bones are said to have been found, and where
traditions associated with him abound, his memory is kept green in
the names of many well-known spots; and yonder rises Cadbury Camp,
looked upon by many as the Camelot of romance. On the low ridge which
intervenes between the valleys of the Axe and the Brue lies Wedmore,
where King Alfred gained in the Peace of Wedmore such temporary
respite from his foes as allowed him to gather strength for the great
operations that resulted at last in the conquest and unity of the
whole kingdom. Yonder, too, are the marshes of the Parrett and the
Tone, around which cluster tales familiar to every schoolchild. In the
marshes between the Mendips and Glastonbury, exploration has unearthed
a most interesting example of a swamp or lake village, with great
store of antiquarian material, throwing a flood of light upon a period
of which little was known. Beyond lies Sedgemoor, where in 1685 took
place the last battle ever fought on English soil; and throughout this
neighbourhood the infamous Jeffreys worked his will in the judicial
slaughter of countless Somerset men.
In the far distance the sunshine glints on the waters of the Bristol
Channel, where, 60 miles away, the bold promontory of the Foreland
rises sheer from the sea; to the south, upon the farthest limits of our
vision, Pilsdon and Lewsdon mark the descent of our southern counties
to the English Channel; whilst, on a clear day, between them is seen
the summit of Golden Cap, the base of which is washed by our southern
sea. Surely here is as fair a scene as eye could wish to see.
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