One of the things I love about print on demand is that
antiquarian books that previously you could only access by visiting the British
Library are now available to own at a modest price. So it is that I am now the
proud owner of Henry Miller’s book: “Some Account of the Parish of Ashbury in
Berkshire etc” written in 1877. Henry Miller was a vicar and fellow of Magdalen
College, Oxford. His book is short, a mere 17 pages, but it is fascinating on
the history and folklore of the area and as a window into how the village was
seen in the Victorian era. For example he bemoans the use of Sarsen stone
and chalk in building because so many cottages are as a result dilapidated and
“worthless rubble.” How times have changed!
Miller traces the history of the parish from 400 years
before the Norman Conquest when it was first
mentioned as the boundary of the
lands of Kinewulf, King of the West Saxons who ruled from AD 688 to 757. It was
disputed land between the kingdoms of Wessex and Mercia for two centuries, the
site of battles and encampments along the Ridgeway. He explores the legends and
tales about Wayland’s Smithy, including the suggestion that it is the burial
site of King Bagseek of the Danes, killed at the Battle of Ashdown. However
Miller does not seem very interested in the rival theories over where the name
of Wayland’s Smithy came from, or the old (even in his time) arguments about
whether the name Ashdown is specific to this area or covered the whole area of
the Downs.He writes:
“To enliven a dull subject I may add that at a distance of
about two miles below the hill… among a clump of trees, there is a large stone
partly embedded in the ground…Weyland Smith hurled it from his forge at his
familiar imp when he was attempting to run off. From the tears the imp is
supposed to have shed, the spot is appropriately called “snivelling corner.”
Snivelling Corner still features on the OS maps today and I have always
wondered about the derivation of the name!
On the subject of Ashdown Park, Miller exercises some poetic
licence as to which member of the Craven family bought it, when and why, and
also gives some fanciful tales about the family. He does however fix the date
for the building of the Victorian extensions to 1850, which was within thirty
years of when he was writing. He also gives a tantalising glimpse into life in
that country house: “In the modern billiard-room is a large picture
representing one of the great coursing meetings held on the downs near the
house.” This is the original picture by Stephen Pearce or which there is a copy
at the top of the stairs. It was commissioned by a committee of coursers and
presented to the Second Earl of Craven in 1862.