May the horse be with you

Browsing through a translation of the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles (ASC) yesterday, the entry for 1015 caused us much merriment on account of a little rhyme at the end.

Much of the ASC after the early ninth century deals with intermittent (and increasingly vicious) raids by the Vikings, to whom the Chroniclers often refer as ‘the force’. In 1015, King Canute was busy plundering and pillaging around Wessex, and, if my reading of this passage is correct, the people of Wessex not only surrendered to the invaders, but also provided them with horses (presumably from fear, not just out of the goodness of their hearts). As Anne Savage so eloquently translates it (bold type mine):

…the West-Saxons bowed and gave hostages, and they horsed the force. It was there until midwinter.

The gross violence that one must assume to have been involved in the events described is, of course, inexcusable. Bad Vikings! But it was all a long time ago, and you can’t beat a bit of verse, can you?

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Ice house

Frosty window

It was a cold, frosty morning in the middle of winter…

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Fortunately, these frost crystals were only on the outside of the glass. In the second picture, I like the way they snake along the bottom of the window frame, looking like a stretch of barbed wire.

Click the pics to see them bigger…and colder. Brrrr!

How Lincoln’s Hermit street got its name

More intriguing nuggets of information from Sir Francis Hill’s Medieval Lincoln (see also our recent post on Stanthaket).

A short walk up Lincoln High Street from its southern end (not far from where we live) you will find Hermit Street. With no further clues, you might assume that it was built where a hermitage or monastery once stood. But you would be wrong. Hermit Street, it seems, was named after a horse! Hermit was the name of the winner of the 1867 Derby, no less, and was owned by Henry Chaplin. Aha, I thought. There’s a Chaplin Street further up the High Street, so whoever Henry Chaplin was, he must have been someone important — or at least rich.

The Chaplins had been landowners in Lincolnshire since 1658. Henry Chaplin was born at Ryhall hall, near Stamford in 1841 and inherited Blankney Hall and large estates in Lincolnshire, Nottinghamshire and Yorkshire when he was 21. His social circle included the highest in the land, including Queen Victoria’s son, Bertie, who later became King Edward VII. Chaplin was engaged to Lady Florence Paget in 1864 but was jilted at the altar. After this Chaplin became obsessed with gambling and racing, and it was said ”he bought horses as if he was drunk and betted as if he was mad”.

Hermit was almost withdrawn from the Derby, owing to illness, but eventually won and apparently cost Chaplin’s love rival, 4th Marquis of Hastings, thousands of pounds in lost wagers, too, which was presumably some consolation to Chaplin for the events of three years earlier. One can only wonder how many of the present residents of Lincoln’s Hermit Street know anything of this fascinating story.

Anthaket – the saint who never existed

A little while — or, more precisely, about two years — ago, we visited Motherby Hill, a part of Lincoln we had not previously seen. Passing through the Spring Hill area of town, we noticed a strangely named road: Stanthaket Court, and decided to research the name when we got home. This week we finally solved the mystery. Two years to look something up? Now that’s what I call a leisurely pace, even by my standards!

At the time, I thought Stanthaket must be a contraction of St Anthaket, and assumed this to be some obscure Saxon monk. So obscure, in fact, that the blessed Anthaket is not listed in our Oxford Dictionary of Saints.

The answer to the puzzle is in the book Medieval Lincoln by Sir Francis Hill [Cambridge University Press]. As Hill explains:

The Old Scandinavian steinn, a stone, appears in a few names; the church of St Peter, which stood at the foot of the modern Michaelgate, was St Peter Stanthaket, the stone-thatched church.

Other books on local history point out that in the Middle Ages many churches had roofs of wood or straw, which were vulnerable to fire. A stone roof such as St Peter’s had, was unusual enough for it to be given the extra ‘stone-thatched’ epithet in its name.

Confusingly, Hill mentions later in his book, in a list of churches inside the city walls, the church of St Peter at the skin market (Stanthaket). Personally, the stone roof explanation is far more convincing.

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Jeff Stelling: no bull

Joke of the Week this week came from one of our favourite presenters, Jeff Stelling, following this afternoon’s second ‘Teatime Teaser’ on Countdown. The answer was ‘cockapoo’, which turned out to be a cross between a cocker spaniel and a poodle. ‘That’s nothing,’ said Jeff. ‘I once knew a man who crossed a bulldog with a Shih Tzu.’ Fortunately, Stelling revealed, with a cheeky grin, that the resulting hybrid was called a ‘zudog’. Of course it was, Jeff, of course it was. Silly of us not to have guessed. And now look: you’ve put everybody off the game and they’re only getting five-letter words. Brilliant!

My Favourite Christmas Song

Yes I know it’s not Christmas yet, but I always have this song on the brain! It’s by Gracie Fields and it’s called ‘The Fairy On The Christmas Tree’. Enjoy :)

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