There are literally hundreds of Holy Wells in Cornwall, most associated with a saint and usually famous for providing some kind of miraculous cure for some ailment – from rickets to infertility to lameness and eye complaints, there’s a well out there that will help you.
We forget of course that the vast majority of wells and springs were precious for a far more mundane but vitally important reason – they provided the local population with clean drinking water. So important were these supplies of water that there are still numerous laws protecting springs and wells from interference or pollution.
You might be surprised to know that mains drinking water didn’t arrive to some of Cornwall’s smaller villages and isolated hamlets until the 1950s, some as late as 1970.
The spring at Quenchwell in Feock at first glance really doesn’t seem anything special. It can be found just beside a public footpath near Carnon Downs but this little well actually still supplies a number of properties with water to this day. And with a name like Quenchwell it must be fine drinking!
Despite it having no obvious legends associated with it and no famous curative effects I have chosen to celebrate it in this post because as far as I can gather its existence has been almost entirely forgotten. (Apart from by the people who live near it in Quenchwell hamlet clearly!)
When I went looking for it I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I would find.
I had read that the spring had wooden doors protecting it and that it bubbled up from the ground clear and fresh and fast flowing. It turned out that that was all pretty much true.
Quenchwell spring gushes up out of the ground in a deep stone lined well behind a single green wooden door and starts off down the hill at a pace. I can’t vouch for it’s clarity as I didn’t actually taste it but it did seem very clean. The footpath follows it’s rushing path for roughly half a mile and I tripped along after it.
The water, after running out under the wooden door and across a large piece of slate, darts off down a channel, then tumbles over a granite ledge, beneath the road and before it shoots off down the hill, in what appears to be a man-made kennel, towards Bissoe where it joins the Carnon river.
What’s in your pocket?
While I was trying unsuccessfully to research the history of Quenchwell spring I did come across a little newspaper report which I found both funny and fascinating in equal measure. The story goes something like this. . .
Very early one morning in February 1843 Margaret Nichols, a 37 year old servant working in Quenchwell for the carrier Samuel Mitchell, was making her way down a muddy path on her way to wash, presumably in the well water. In the dark she was tripped over head first into the mud by Thomas Chipman, who then robbed of her pocket.
At this point I should add that a ladies pocket at that time was not quite how we know them today. Below is a picture of a pair of pockets, they were detachable little bags that women hung around their waists underneath their skirts for extra safety. And it was partly the contents of Margaret’s pocket that amused me and, according to the newspaper report of the trial, amused the whole courtroom too.
For on her way for her morning ablutions Margaret was carrying with her 9 sovereigns, 11 shillings and 4 pence, a snuff box, a pin cushion, a small knife, 2 nobs of sugar, a thimble and a padlock and key. What tickled me most however was that her ruffian assailant was a neighbour and well known to her. So Margaret was able to quickly report the robbery to the police.
However when the constable picked Thomas up a matter of two hours later and found in his possession a ladies pocket containing 9 sovereigns, 11 shillings and 4 pence, a snuff box, a pin cushion, a small knife, 2 nobs of sugar, a thimble and a padlock and key he tried to deny he had anything to do with the theft, saying that the items were his! A master criminal obviously.
Alsia Well & some history of Wishing Wells
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8 thoughts on “Quenchwell Spring & a Pocket full of Nonsense.”
Delightful post. I wonder if the victim and the thief ever spoke to each other again.
I can remember having to fetch water in buckets from a stream on our farm (New Farm) near St Mawgan in the early 1950s, and then we got a pump to bring it from the stream. I wonder what happens there nowadays.
One of my short stories, published in an online mag (Brilliant Flash Fiction) is called “St Piran’s Well” – the heroine wants to study Cornish wells, but the story is not about wells at all.
I drank water from the well at Quenchwell. My friend, her mother and Aunt lived opposite it and gathered their water from it. Pure water.
Really interested to here that and nice to know it’s still in use. Thank you