The natural setting of the well and chapel is certainly dramatic.
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St Govan’s Head, the most southerly point in Pembrokeshire, seen from the well.
The little well house sits rather forlornly in a setting of much greater natural splendour.
There’s an organic feel to the chapel, either it’s grown out of the rock or the rock has grown around it, like a tree trunk around a horseshoe.
Steep steps down. Careful now.
The well ?
The chapel, in the corner is a weird cell that is right next to the bare rock.
Inside the bedrock cell in the corner of the chapel
Taken 17th April 2003: These are the unusual ripple like shapes in the cliff, attributed to St. Govans’ ribs.
Taken 17th April 2003: Looking east up the coast, with the well in the foreground.
Taken 17th April 2003: The holy well close-up. I’ve no idea how old the buiding over the well is. It’s probably modern rubbish (i.e. no more than a few hundred years old).
Taken 17th April 2003: The view from the window of St. Govan’s Chapel, looking down towards the well (in the foreground). This view is extremely variable, depending on the weather and the height of the tide.
Articles
Visited 7.6.14
When in this part of Pembrokeshire a visit to St Govan’s well and Chapel is a must.
The last time I came here Dafydd was a baby and Sophie not even a twinkle in the eye. Karen had visited here years before me.
Where does the time go?
This time all four of us headed down the steep stone steps from the car park to the chapel. Sophie didn’t like the inside as it was too dark for her and she was a little frightened – not like her. The little well was dry.
We walked out the other side and were at the top of the rock strewn beach. I had a quick look at the tiny stone cell and scrambled down to the rocky shoreline. The waves were crashing in and I made my way towards the arch in the cliffs on the right. It was a surreal experience standing near one side of the arch and watching the water hurtling towards me from the other side – before quickly moving out of the way!
The sky was blue overhead and the gulls were shrieking from their nests, high up on the cliff face. Dafydd was happily throwing stones into the water whilst Sophie and Karen watched from higher up the beach.
St Govan’s is a special, unique place. It is one of those sites that everyone should visit at least once in their life. Once visited, never forgotten.
Having just been to the Lily ponds at Bosherston I couldn’t not go here, there’s maybe a mile in between them. Like Carl I’d wanted to come here for years, but I hadn’t known exactly where it was, until I was looking into the hill fort barrows and stones near Bosherston. Parking was had in the big car park above the gorge and its well and chapel, we didn’t have to pay, but i’m not sure if you had to or not.
We start down the steps, and the first surprise came quickly, the chapel completely blocks the way down to the sea, you have to go in one door and out another, inside is a weird cell in the corner, it is basically a doorway to the bare rock of the gorge, many strange legends are attached to the rock. Out the other side of the chapel and it’s big boulders down to the crashing waves, two types of boulders, one a volcanic dark rock the other a light grey colour. There is a very small hut, big enough for a ten year old to squeeze into, this is apparently a well, but has no water in it. By the sea on the left is a big natural arch, on the right a smaller longer natural arch and above it a tall rock spire. whilst we sat watching the waves bashing against the rocks two seals came by, they popped up took a look around then sank back down below the surface and were gone, Ive only ever seen seals once and that was on the isle of Mull, again. Brilliant.
Superb site, even if it might not be old enough.
Visited 25.4.10..
I have wanted to visit this site for many years and at last succeeded! It really is an amazing place to find a chapel and well worth a visit – the views are wonderful. I was surprised how easy it was to reach the capel, simply park at the car park on the headland (information board) and follow the steep stone steps down. For some reason I was expecting more of a hike but it wasn’t far at all. Although it was a bit harder coming back up carrying a two year old!
Signposted from the village of Bosherston.
Visited 17th April 2003: This isn’t the sort of site I usually post up on the Modern Antiquarian. I’m never all that sure about holy wells on a Web site about pre-history. Their credentials vary, and I can’t claim any particular reason for thinking that the well at St. Govan’s predates the chapel.
Having done the scepticism thing, I can heartily recommend St. Govan’s well and the nearby chapel as a place to visit. Both are, at the very least, amazing examples of Celtic Christian sites, and the setting is spectacular. If you can visit off season then you might get the place to yourself, which is something special. I’ve visited St. Govan’s so many times, it feels comfortingly familiar.
As well as the saint’s well, there’s also a smaller well inside the chapel. This is much less impressive and usually fills up with litter. Also part of the chapel is a strange roofless anteroom that has the natural rock face as two of its walls. Inside is a niche within which are unusual natural markings, presumably made by thousands of years of water erosion. Perhaps this place did represent something special to our pre-Christian ancestors. I’ll have to try harder to image it all without the chapel.
A steep and narrow path leads down to the sanctuary, but the descent is facilitated by a flight of steps cut in the rocks; fifty-two steps a man would say who went boring to work by the ordinary rules of calculation, but it is very well known in these parts, that you might as well attempt to count the grains of sand on the sea-shore as to tell the number of these mystic steps.
... Our guide, anxious to witness the full confirmation of our faith, accompanied us into the interior [of the chape], where we beheld, suspended from the walls, several crutches, which had supported the crippled and credulous to the well, and which were hung up here in testimony of their cure, and as offerings of gratitude to their gracious deliverer.
With this strong hold upon our minds, our guide ventured to bring our belief to new trials, and leading us to a small doorway in the east wall of the chapel, pointed out a circular cavity in the rock, large enough to hold the body of a man. Into this we were to creep, and then to form what wishes were most agreeable to ourselves, which were certainly to be granted, providing that they did not prove disagreeable to the saint.
This little cell was formed by a miracle; the saint was once pursued by some barbarous pagans, and was running wildly about his cave, not knowing whither to turn for safety, when the rocks suddenly opened to receive him, and thus preserved his valuable life.
The two adventurers then meet a girl and a boy who have been drinking the charmed water from the well (regrettably with no benefit). From A voyage round Great Britain, undertaken in the summer of the year 1813 by Richard Ayton and William Daniell.
The authors also mention Bosherton Mere, an amazing natural spectacle very close to the chapel. You can see Sid Howells’ picture here on geograph:
http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1581454
A Wishing Cell. -- At St. Govain in Pembrokeshire there is a “wishing cell” in the rock. It is said that any one who turns round inside wishing for the same thing all the time, will get it before the end of the year. The place is still visited by young people who are in love.
p157 in
Notes on Welsh Folklore
Jonathan Ceredig Davies
Folklore, Vol. 30, No. 2. (Jun. 30, 1919), pp. 156-157.
More, on the strange indentations that Kammer mentions.
On this part of the coast of Pembrokeshire, between Tenby and the entrance to Milford Haven, is a small bay, steep in its sides, and so lashed by surf as rarely to permit a boat to land. Here is the hermitage (or chapel) of St Gawen, or Goven, in which there is a well, the water of which, and the clay near, is used for sore eyes. Besides this, a little below the chapel, is another well, with steps leading down to it, which is visited by persons from distant parts of the principality, for the cure of scrofula, paralysis, dropsy, and other complaints. Nor is it the poor alone who make this pilgrimage: a case came more immediately under my notice, where a lady, a person of some fortune, having been for some time a sufferer from a severe attack of paralysis, which prevented her putting her hand in her pocket, took up her quarters at a farm-house near the well, and after visiting it for some weeks daily, returned home perfectly cured.
From the cliff the descent to the chapel is by fifty-two steps, which are said never to appear the same number in the ascent; which might very easily be traced to their broken character. The building itself is old, about sixteen feet long by eleven wide, has three doors, and a primitive stone altar, under which the saint is said to be buried. The roof is rudely vaulted, and there is a small belfry, where, as tradition says, there was once a silver bell; and there is a legend attached, that some Danish or French pirates came by night, and having stolen the bell from its place, in carrying it down to their boat, rested it for a moment on a stone, which immediately opened and received it. This stone is still shown, and emits a metallic sound when struck by a stone or other hard substance.
One of the doors out of the chapel leads by a flight of six steps to a recess in the rock, open at the top, on one side of which is the Wishing Corner, a fissure in the limestone rock, with indentations believed to resemble the marks which the ribs of a man forced into this nook would make, if the rock were clay. To this crevice many of the country people say our Saviour fled from the persecutions of the Jews. Other deem it more likely that St. Gawen, influenced by religious mortifications, squeezed himself daily into it, as a penance for his transgressions, until at length the print of the ribs became impressed on the rock. Here the pilgrim, standing upon a stone rendered smooth by the operation of the feet, is to turn round nine times and wish according to his fancy. If the saint be propitious, the wish will be duly gratified within a year, a month, and a day. Another marvellous quality of the fissure is, that it will receive the largest man, and be only just of sufficient size to receive the smallest. This may be accounted for by its peculiar shape.
ROBERT J. ALLEN – (Vol. vi. p96)
Bosherton, Pembroke
From p204 of ‘Choice Notes from Notes and Queries – Folklore’, 1859.
Some rock-related folklore for the spot. ‘Ringing’ rocks aren’t an unusual motif?
ST. GOVEN’S BELL.
The following legend is current in Pembrokeshire. On the south-west coast of Pembrokeshire is situated a little chapel, called St. Goven’s, from the saint who is supposed to have built it, and lived in a cell excavated in the rock at its east end, but little larger than sufficient to admit the body of the holy man. The chapel, though small, quite closes the pass between the rock-strewn cove and the high lands above, from which it is approached by a a long and steep flight of stone steps; in its open belfry hung a beautifully-formed silver bell. Between it and the sea, and near high-water mark, is a well of pure water, often sought by sailors, who were always received and attended to by the good saint.
Many centuries ago, at the close of a calm summer evening, a boat entered the cove, urged by a crew with piratical intent, who, regardless alike of the sanctity of the spot, and of the hospitality of its inhabitant, determined to possess themselves of the bell. They succeeded in detaching it from the chapel and conveying it to their boat, but they had no sooner left the shore than a violent storm suddenly raged, the boat was wrecked, and the pirates found a watery grave; at the same moment by some mysterious agency the silver bell was borne away, and entombed in a large and massive stone on the brink of the well. And still, when the stone is struck, the silver tones of the bell are heard softly lamenting its long imprisonment, and sweetly bemoaning the hope of freedom long deferred.
Originally in Vol xii, p201, this was included on p257 of ‘Choice Notes from Notes and Queries – Folklore’, 1859.
There’s a great legend explaining the existence of the chapel, and more interesting, the unusual markings in the cliff face. The information board at the car park above the chapel only tells part of the story:
Tradition says [St Govan] was pursued by pirates [or Vikings] to the cliff edge where the chapel now stands. Miraculously, a cleft in the rock opened for the Govan[sic] to hide in, closing again until the marauders had left.
The place where St Govan hid is now the anteroom at the back of the chapel, and the strange markings in the cliff show where his ribs were pressed against the rock when God hid him.
The following text, from the information board at the car park, describes both St. Govan’s well and the well inside the chapel:
On the floor just inside the main door [of the chapel] is a simple, shallow well. The water, which could only be scooped with a small stone or limpet shell, was said to cure eye complaints, skin diseases and rheumatism. Located just outside the chapel, and covered by the stone arch, is the saint’s holy well. Although it is now dry, it was known for both healing powers and as a wishing well.
The well in the chapel is dissapointing (and usually filled with litter).
Sites within 20km of St Govan’s Well and Chapel
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Buckspool Camp
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Freyneslake
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Bosherston
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Stackpole Warren
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Devil’s Quoit (Stackpole)
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Harold Stone
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Crocksydam Camp
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Devil’s Quoit (Sampson)
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Flimston Bay Camp
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Merrion Camp
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Greenala Point
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Dry Burrows
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Corston Beacon
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Bowett Wood Camp
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Wallaston
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The Wogan
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Kings Quoit
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Lewiston Hill
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Devil’s Quoit
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Old Castle Head
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West Popton Camp
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Skomar Camp
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Norchard Beacon
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Castle Park
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West Pickard Camp
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Lydstep Mesolithic forest and footprints
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Castles Bay
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The Hanging Stone
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Little Hoyle Cave
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The Long Stone
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Hoyle’s Mouth Cave
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Gumfreston
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South Hook Rath
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West Beacon (Caldey Island)
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Little Castle Head (St Ishmaels)
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Great Castle Head (St Ishmaels)
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Potter’s Cave (Caldey Island)
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Nanna’s Cave
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Dale Point
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Longstone Field
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