|Having taken the day off work to ensure I don't lose my annual leave entitlement, I made the BIG msitake of doing some Xmas shoping. Having endured 2 hours of hell in a small Leicestershire market town (honestly, it's all I could take), I needed some mental refreshment and made my way to the somewhat limited stuff we have down these parts.
First stop was Peter's Pence Stone in Great Bowden. When I used to go to school round these parts I used to pass this place twice a day, but being a spotty and non-megalithic minded soul I wouldn't have seen the stone for the trees. Today's visit was not a "pleasant experience", as when I got there a huge truck was parked off the road next to it (so much for ambience). The Neanderthal driver (sorry to any Neanderthal's reading this) was using the stone as some sort of iron-horse mounting block! I asked him, ever so politely in my middle-english sort of way, not to stand on the stone, to which I received a double barrelled four letter deluge of megalithic proportions!!!
With my ears still ringing, I decided to head towards home and pass the two mysterious mounds that lie dormant in the rolling countryside.
Arriving at The Gumley Mound, I realised that I had been hasty and hadn't really thought out my visit properly. You'd think having been a Scout in the past that I would "Be Prepared", but hey, I had been Christmas shopping and had not thought that I would need to put my boots in the car!
The Mound itself lies off the main road on slight ridge as you head south from the village. There is a footpath to it, but it was too muddy for my "smart casual" attire. Content with a view from afar ruminated a while as to whether Offa, Arthur or persons unknown lie under the mound. A man came to my front door wome months ago selling his bbokelt about King Arthur being from round these parts - didn't quite buy it myself, but I know that Offa has been out this way.
Feeling a little more chilled, I headed south to The Munt in Kibworth. Leaning on the fence next to the mound, trying to drown out the traffic from the nearby A6, I could smell garlic from the Italian restaraunt opposite. I'm not sure that was here when the Jarrow Marchers camped here overnight on their way to London, but local tales tell that this was a Roman farmers grave (place in a much older barrow), so I gusess some things don't change that much! King Kibba (who?) is said to be buried here also (getting crowded in there), but like Gumley this was used by the Normans as a Motte castle in the 1200s.
So, that was my redemption today - just wish I lived near some proper stones!
Posted by fleckers
8th December 2005ce