My Grandfather (a Bredon man) always told the tale of soldiers corpses from the civil war being buried under ‘Whittington Tump’ (Crookbarrow Hill). It has never been excavated to my knowledge, but there are many flint finds.
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There is some dispute whether or not the hill is natural or man-made, and if man-made, to what degree.
The Green Man Festival. A couple of miles from Bury Ditches lies the village of Clun. It’s a wonder to behold the dual-imaged Horned God and the Green Man challenging Winter on the old bridge, to make way for the May Queen. It is hard to put into words quite WHAT it is that strikes one so deeply about the Green Man, yet this man is so grateful to the people of Clun for keeping him alive. Russell Hoban in his novel ‘Riddley Walker’ captures the essence: “The look o’ that face saying so many different things only no words to say ‘em with. Never seen that face befor yet it wer a face I knowit....“.
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