Walk Four - Little Malvern, Shadybank Common
The image at the top of the page shows Clutter’s Cave, at the start of an extravagant ley below the Herefordshire Beacon on the Eastnor side of the Malvern Hills ridge.
Walking up from Wynds Point to Clutter’s Cave and back through Little Malvern brings us into the arena of not just Alfred Watkins but another couple of local favourites. One of them, Edward Elgar, loved the Malvern Hills; his cantata Caractacus tells the story of a British chieftain who fought the Roman invaders. Succumbing in the musical version at British Camp, Caractacus was taken to Rome for trial but so impressed Emperor Claudius that he gained a pardon. The spectacular Iron Age hill fort, just above our route, may well have housed the British leader at some point and a settlement of two thousand altogether, but the history written by Tacitus suggests a different place for his last stand. Coxhall Knoll, near Leintwardine in north Herefordshire, is perhaps a more likely venue.
There are sensational views from the Malverns over the Severn Plain one way and the undulations of Herefordshire the other. Legend has it that the fugitive Prince of Wales, Owain Glyndwr hid away up here from the forces of Henry V. The suggested site, just a little south of British Camp is Clutter’s Cave(pictured). It takes quite a leap of faith back to those early 15th century days, because solitude is a bit less tangible these days; in the summer months you could be forgiven for thinking there are still two thousand people up on the ridge.
Alfred Watkins, famous as the discoverer of ley lines, who lived almost completely concurrently with Elgar and in the same street from 1904 to 1911, had his own rather more tangible theories about Clutter’s Cave. He cites it as the beginning of an ancient trackway stretching all the way to Aconbury Camp, six miles south of Hereford. Along its course, it takes in a stone, three churches, at Woolhope, Holme Lacy and Aconbury, a Gospel Oak, and about eight small fragments of old roads; the buildings of two of the churches are oriented exactly to its alignment.
Just for good measure, he suggests that the stone, which is just below Clutter’s Cave was a sacrificial one. As proof, he famously photographed his uncomplaining assistant, Mr McKaig lying on its smooth face, in such a way as to present his head for execution. Watkins reminds us that a local tale tells how the large rough igneous stone “is the door of the Giant’s Cave thrown down. The cave itself is always called that locally, but marked on the map as Clutter’s Cave.”
In a new introduction to Watkins’s seminal work, The Old Straight Track, writer Robert MacFarlane acknowledges our debt: “Herefordshire was, for Watkins, a deep-time landscape in which legends easily mustered themselves, and in which ancient history was thickly layered To many of his readers the ley vision - with its mixture of mysticism, archaeology and sleuthing - re-enchanted the English landscape, investing it with fresh depth and detail, prompting new ways of looking and new reasons to walk. To read The Old Straight Track now is to be summoned back to a fascinating crossroads in landscape history.”
After passing the area of Little Malvern Priory, whose one-time errant monk placed a curse on Raggedstone Hill at the south end of the Malverns, we come to St Wulstan’s Church. Here are the graves of Sir Edward, wife Ann and daughter Carice Elgar Blake.
Finally, a stiff climb up to Black Hill visits the environs of the “Swedish Nightingale”, Jenny Lind. The opera singer was a close friend of Felix Mendelssohn, Lewis Carroll and Hans Christian Anderson. She lived here for four years in the 1880s, when Elgar was organist at St George’s in Worcester and embarking on his composing, and Alfred Watkins was photographing the Herefordshire countryside. Below her old home is a memorial plaque to Sir Barry Jackson, friend of the Dymock Poets and founder of Birmingham Repertory Theatre.
Overall, the hilly walk offers great views and enough variations on the enigma of Owain Glyndwr’s hidey-holes and Caractacus’s last stand to capture our imagination. As for Watkins, he certainly had an eye for the theatrical and when we reach the cave we can see the stone where his long-suffering assistant played his part. The cave is the start point of one of his most extravagant ley lines.
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