Before there were attractions
Long before tourist boards and car parks, the day out was a walk to the well. On the saint's day whole parishes would go.
People came for cures, for luck, to pray, or just because everyone else was going.
They're still there
Thousands of them. In hedges, at the side of roads, in the corner of fields, behind churches. Some still have rags tied to the tree beside them. Some have a cup on a chain.
Most have no sign at all.
Why go
Because it's quiet. Because it's free. Because you're standing where people stood for a thousand years, for reasons that mattered to them.
Bring the kids, bring your granny, bring a flask. Nobody will be selling you anything.
Find the nearest one
Open the map where you live. There's very likely a holy well within a few miles of you that you've never heard of.
Go and see it. And if you know one that isn't on the map, tell me.






