Elsdon

 

Elsdon is well worth a visit today to see the church,  the parsonage, the green, and take a  stroll round the neighbouring countryside. It is only 12 miles from Rothbury along a winding road that takes the visitor though beautiful countryside and across lonely moors,

The name may have been derived from a corruption of "Elisden", "Ellesden" or "Ellesdene", all of which means "the valley of waters". Local tradition, however, insists that the name comes from "Ella" or "Elli" a Danish giant living on the Mote Hills. So take your pick: valley of waters or Danish Giant.

So what else do we know about Elsdon?

Well it was the medieval capital of Redesdale.

It boasts a parish church, a fortified parsonage, the Mote Hills and a pub. In 1498 the Bishop of Durham complained that most of the inhabitants were "reivers and cattle lifters" and the clergy were no better: living openly with their mistresses many could not read nor write and may not even have been properly ordained.

When the church was being repaired in 1877 three horses skulls were discovered in a small cavity just above the bells. Possibly placed there as a pagan protection against lightning or to improve the acoustics or even as an act of sanctification they are now in a case in the church.

Deep scratches on a pillar near the entrance were supposed to have been made by bowmen sharpening their arrows, or swordsmen their swords.

In 1810 when great mounds of earth were removed from the north wall more than 100 skeletons were discovered, laid together with the skull of one within the thighs of another as in one grave. More bodies were found in 1877 extending under the north wall into the church. These are all thought to be the remains of distinguished warriors from the Battle of Otterburn in 1388.

Lintels above the church doorway are formed from old grave slabs. Note the carved cross and pair of scissors.

A Roman gravestone stands in the church. The only headstone in Britain recording the details of a Roman officer's career, this tombstone erected by Julia Lucilla was found at High Rochester in 1809.

Louis Lutens followed him till his death in 1812. Apart from being noted as a man of letters, having written a dissertation on the identity of the man in the iron mask, Lutens' foreign accent prevented people from attending church. The problem was resolved when he invited a few notables to dinner and expressed great surprise when they turned up.

He told them
"When I preach you from my pulpit you no unnerstand my speak, but ven I invite you to my goot dine you very well unnerstand."

Mounted on a pillar in the church is a memorial to the parents of Capability Brown.

Close to the church stands Elsdon Tower a 14th century building with walls 8 feet thick. It is recorded in the list of Northumberland castles and described as belonging to the Rector of Elsdon. Over the years the building changed to provide greater comfort to the clergy till it was sold into public hands in 1961. Elsdon Tower

Lewis Carroll' s grandfather the Rev. C. Dodgson was rector of Elsdon from 1762 to 1765

The coat of arms of the Umfrevilles, the Howards and the Percies reflect the change of patronage over the years.

The tower has been restored with support from the Northumberland National Park and is considered to be the best preserved historic building in the Northumberland National Parks with a tower that formerly providing refuge from the notorious Border Reivers.

A figure of Bacchus adorns one of the houses fringing the village green. Originally the Bacchus Inn, then a cafe and now a private house the building is early 18th century and the carving is probably of the same date.

A fine pub stands on the village green.

 

But don't take my word for it. Call in and see for yourself.

 

Written by George Chatt this poem usually prefaces any discussion about Elsdon. So who are we to differ? The poem laments the lack of hospitality and ends with a vow from the author never to return.

Hae ye ivver been at Elsdon ?
The world's unfinished neuk
It stands amang the hungry hills,
An' wears a frozen leuk.

The Elsdon folk like diein' stegs
At ivvery stranger stare;
An' hather broth an' curlew eggs,
Ye'll get for supper there.

Yen neet aw cam tiv Elsdon;
Sair tired efter dark
Aw'd trovell'd mony a lyensome meyle
Wet through the varra sark

Maw legs were warkin' fit ta brik,
An' empty was me kite,
But nowther love nor money could
Get owther bed or bite.

At ivvery hoose iv Elsdon
Aw teld me desperate need,
But nivver a corner had the churls
Where aw might lay me heed;

Sae at the public hoose aw boos'd
Till aw was sent away;
Then tiv a steyble- loft aw crept
An' coil'd amang the hay.

Should the Frenchers land iv England
Just gie them Elsdon fare;
By George ! they'll sharply hook it back,
An' nivver cum ne mair

For a hungry hole like Elsdon
Aw nivver yit did see;
An' if aw gan back tiv Elsdon,
The De'il may carry me.

 

Bacchus at Elsdon

 

 

 

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