Saturday 22 September 2018

Looking for St Milburga

Hello, thanks for popping in, I'm so pleased to see you here.  I think I'm unravelling the tangled threads of all the blog posts I have swirling around in my head now, writing about Greyfriars last time helped to make the space the others needed to spread themselves out so that I could catch hold of the ends.  Today's post is about a road trip the Best Beloved and I took to find St Milburga, a trip I've wanted to do for years.  It's the ninth and final item on my Summer List - well not quite, as during the day we took the opportunity to visit another place which I shall share another time, but that wasn't on The List.  You might remember that there were sixteen items on The List, which seemed a reasonable number of things to do over the six week school holiday; it wasn't.  I didn't factor in our week's holiday, or five days at the Shrewsbury Folk Festival, or the days of preparation for those adventures, and then The Mathematician's leaving date was brought forward, which took us by surprise and threw out some of my plans.  When the school holiday was over and I still had seven items left on The List I initially thought that I could carry on with them until the summer was over - today, the last day before tomorrow's equinox - but then I decided that I was quite happy with the nine things I have done.  Some of them have been places I have wanted to visit for a long time but never got round to before; I have read three novels which have been sitting on my shelf for more than ten years;  I have done things which I know make me happy.  My Summer List gave me a focus for the long school holiday, weeks which it would have been easy for me to drift through otherwise, especially now that my nest is empty.  The seven undone things can wait, and I shall make a list next summer, learning the lessons from this year.  So here, without further ado, is the last item I ticked off my Summer List.
 
9.  Finding St Milburga
Milburga was born in the seventh century AD when England was ruled by the Anglo Saxons and divided into kingdoms.  Her father was King Merewald of Magonset, a sub-kingdom of the Kingdom of Mercia which probably corresponds to the modern-day Diocese of Hereford and so includes South Shropshire (I know, it's confusing that church dioceses don't follow county boundaries even when they share a county name, but there you are); her mother was St Ermenburga and Milburga (or Mildburh or Milburgh) was the eldest of three daughters, all of whom became saints.  (Talk about high achievers!!)
 
In around about 680AD a nunnery was founded at Much Wenlock, funded by Milburga's father and her uncle, King Wulfhere of Mercia, and so the faithful and virtuous Milburga took the veil, eventually becoming Abbess.  The nunnery is said to have thrived as a beautiful and gentle place under her leadership, like Paradise, full of fruit, flowers and herbs, a real Heaven on Earth.  The saintly Milburga did not confine herself within this Eden but went out into the surrounding countryside to work with the people who lived there, organising evangelism and pastoral care in South Shropshire, and that is why I like her.  She wanted the world to be a better place and she walked the talk.  There are many stories about the miracles she performed.

One such story tells how she raised a dead child to life, another how she restored sight to the blind, another how she exercised power over birds so that they didn't damage the crops in the fields - after she died, her name was invoked to protect crops against birds.  In particular, there is a story about her preventing a flock of geese decimating a crop which you can find here.  (Honestly, I would hop over if I were you, it's a good read.)  Much later, pilgrims visiting her tomb would buy little geese made of lead as souvenirs.  I suppose it's all the usual kinds of saintly miracles, really.  Of course, as she was a fair princess, there are also the usual stories about her escaping the clutches of amorous young men and in one of those, she fled across the little River Corve, a tributary of the Teme, the waters swelling and rising behind her to hold back the potential suitor.  In another story Milburga was riding her white horse, being chased by men with nasty intentions when, a quarter of a mile away from Godstoke, she fell and gashed her head on a rock.  Some men who were sowing barley in the field opposite ran to help her but there was no water to revive her or bathe her wound, so her horse struck the rock with its hoof and a spring of water gushed out of it.  The men were then able to help Milburga and she blessed the spring and commanded it to flow forever.  She also commanded the barley seeds to grow and they did, pushing up green shoots immediately.  Milburga then told the men that if her nasty pursuers asked them if they had seen her, they should reply that she passed that way when they were sowing the barley.  (Wasn't that clever?  The pursuers would imagine that to have been weeks beforehand but the men wouldn't have had to lie.)  Milburga then mounted her horse and rode off, safely. By the time the nasty pursuers arrived that evening the barley had grown so much that the men were harvesting it and the nasty pursuers turned away.  Godstoke became known as Stoke St Milborough and the spring has been providing water for the village ever since, becoming known for its miraculous healing powers.

I am not sure when Milburga died as the sources I have read give conflicting years between 700 AD and 727 AD, although all agree that it was 23rd February.  She was buried near the altar of her abbey in Much Wenlock.  In 874 AD the abbey was destroyed by the invading Danes (Pillage and Plunder!), in 1050 it was restored but shortly after the Norman invasion in 1066 it was destroyed again.  A few years later it was rebuilt as a Cluniac priory and in 1101, during the course of the building work, Milburga's tomb was rediscovered.  It became a popular pilgrimage site but in 1547, following the Dissolution of the Monasteries, her bones were burnt on a bonfire.  No more pilgrimages.

So one morning the Best Beloved and I set out for Stoke St Milborough on the slopes of the Brown Clee, Shropshire's largest hill.  We parked the car outside the lych gate and walked up through the churchyard to St Milburga's Church, one of only four in England which are dedicated to her.  This building has stood since the thirteenth century, although there was probably a church on this site before then, and it has been altered several times since.  The builders really didn't choose a good site: the earth is wet beneath, too unstable for the solid, stone walls, which have had to be strengthened and rebuilt.  However, I think it's pretty; I especially like the seventeenth century porch with its herringbone brickwork.



The door was not locked (hooray!) so we were able to go inside, where a list of rectors and vicars is displayed which shows an unbroken chain from 1272 AD to the 1980s.

 The roof of the nave was replaced in 1707.
 


The carving on this oak beam says
THOMAS WALL               JOHN COLLINS
 CHURCH          1707       WARDDENS 
FRANSIS HARPAR                                                                      CARPENDAR        
                


The archway you can see in this photograph was built in the thirteenth century and within it, a modern door leads into the base of the tower where a small kitchen has been installed.  Churches may not have needed kitchens eight hundred years ago but they do now so that the congregation can enjoy tea and coffee after the services!  The water in the kitchen is piped there straight from St Milburga's Well.  Now, let's have a closer look at that modern door. -


Can you see the geese carved over the door?  They were the only sign of St Milburga that I could find.  I was very disappointed.  I had hoped to see her depicted in stained glass or an embroidered banner or something.  Apparently there are embroidered kneelers which tell her stories but they were not prominently displayed and I missed them.  To tell the truth, I felt a bit let down.  The Victorians imposed one of their common "restorations" in 1859, leading the writer Augustus Hare to comment that the church was "utterly ruined" and "now without interest", and in 1911 it was "rerestored", the Victorian oak floor being removed, the plaster stripped off and the old box pews, which were found nailed down underneath the nave seating, retrieved and refashioned into new choir stalls and panelling for the chancel and sanctuary.

So I left St Milburga's Church, feeling a bit flat at not having found her there, and we drove a little way up the hill to find her well.  There beside the road we found the gate, green from lack of sunlight, with a latch in the shape of a goose head.  A pump stood beside it, ivy stretching up towards the top.  I held the cup I had brought with me under the lion's mouth and turned the knob expectantly but no water gushed forth.  I felt a bit disappointed, again.



Through the gate and down the steps we found the well, which was first recorded in 1321.  I don't think it was always held in much respect: at one time, the villagers used to wash their clothes in it, beating them out on a flat stone beside it!  It was covered over in 1873 and again in 1906, and by 1945 the water was piped to six houses, but now it flows freely down the hill to join a stream at the bottom and anyone is able to enjoy it's "healing properties".  It does make you wonder about all those people enjoying tea and coffee at the church, doesn't it?  I wonder if they are all super-healthy!

 Can you read the name MILBURGA carved into the face of this stone?
 

I still didn't feel that I had really come close to finding Milburga, so we got back into the car and drove through the beautiful Shropshire countryside to Much Wenlock.  The road took us through the Corvedale, the broadest valley in the Shropshire Hills, and although we were too far away from the river to see it, I couldn't help but think of Milburga riding across the fields, escaping her would-be suitor.  Arriving late in the afternoon, we parked beside the ruined Wenlock Priory and made our way into the site (it's managed by English Heritage and there is a charge).  We have been here many times before and it is a special place, so quiet that you don't realise that you are right in the town.  There is a plant nursery on the site of the old monk's garden and a woman who works there once told me that the monks chose wisely because the temperature there is always one degree warmer than it is in the rest of the town.  The sun peeped out so we found a shady bench to sit on while we ate our ice creams and as we sat there I realised that I had found St Milburga at last.  I was quite sure that I could feel not quite her presence, but the essence of her in that peaceful, beautiful place.



 So, the summer is almost over.  It's been good, very good, autumn has always been my favourite season but this year I think I have fallen in love with summer, but I am ready to bid farewell.  Autumn begins tomorrow - and Strictly Come Dancing begins tonight!

See you soon.
 
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x
 
 

12 comments:

  1. What a interesting woman St. Milburga was. You tell her story well, and as soon as I've commented here, I'll click on your link for more information. You've done lots of activities and explorations this summer and I've enjoyed traveling virtually with you.

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    1. I'm so glad you've enjoyed travelling with me, Lorrie. One of the things I love about Blogland is seeing and learning about places around the world which I may never otherwise know about, your own blog being a case in point. I'm a bit in love with St Milburga. x

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  2. It's always interesting to follow in the steps of someone else and see how things have changed on the way. You found some delightful spots and have had a great summer all round. Where has this year gone! x

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    1. This year has certainly zoomed along and you are right, I do feel that I've had a great summer and I can't recall ever feeling that before. x

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  3. What a lovely quest you have been on. Five years ago on my only visit to Britain from Australia I lucked upon Wenlock Priory. It was so peaceful and serene. I will now look at my photos and think of St. Milburga. Always wanted a lady saint to travel with me. I do enjoy checking up on you Mrs. Tiggywinkle.

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    1. Oh bless you, that's very kind. I'm pleased you stumbled upon Wenlock Priory and found it as serene and peaceful as I do. Are you in the new pad yet or still wandering about? x

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  4. I have enjoyed sharing your journey and seeing so much through your eyes. Another great post.

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    1. Thank you! I enjoy travelling around your little Hebridean patch and I especially envy your proximity to the ocean (although I may not always envy your weather - and I speak as someone who lived on the West side of Scotland for six years). x

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  5. Your post had me hooked, I've never heard of St Milburga before but what a fascinating woman she was. Such a shame that there isn't much to celebrate her life in the church, you'd have thought they'd make so much more of her with the church being dedicated to her. I'm glad you finally found her at the end of your day, the priory looks so tranquil, a place for contemplation. What a great idea making a summer list to focus on during the summer holidays and even if you don't manage to tick off everything, it's fun working your way through it and ticking off some.

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    1. Lovely to see you here! I find it a bit sad that our own British saints are so little-known, I think their stories are just as interesting as those of the foreign saints we know so well and I just can't get on with St George at all! I wrote about St Melangell in May and St Winefride in July, if you are interested. x

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  6. Hello.. stumbled on your post ,
    Ive been trying to find a particular Lych gate I saw years ago somewhere between The Clee hills.. seems to be evading me...
    On the subject of ST Milburga I made the English oak screen and carved The geese in 1999 .. a great commission. The geese were guardians were they not ?

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    1. Hello Adam, I am very glad that you stumbled in here and left a comment so that I can congratulate you on your work, those geese are my favourite thing in St Milburga's. They are beautiful. There are several stories about St Milburga which involve geese, the most famous one being that she "charmed" a flock into rising from fields where they were eating newly broadcast seeds and leaving the seeds to grow for the farmers. x

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