In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail : And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight ‘twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If you bothered to even skim through that poem, it’s about Wookey Hole.
If you’re ever in the area you should visit it. First the caves, they’re always worth a visit. The lighting is great, the rock formations are amazing!!!
Here are some pictures (not taken by me):
st pauls cathedral
and of course, the wookey witch.
The circus is also great, almost entirely performed by children from the circus school. Wookey Hole also has the best soft play area ever! There are two rooms next to each other with a tunnel leading from one to the other. One isn’t that good, the other is amazing! They have spinny things, climbing walls, ropes, tunnels, slides, stepping stones, punchbags (all play areas have these for some reason), netting, obscure places on which to confuse your parents by yelling down at them, monkey bars and of course, there are two of them!
Santa’s good too. This place gives some of the best gifts, last year I got a paint-your-own-piggybank set, this year I bagged the last tamagotchi (I think that’s how you spell it, it’s a virtual pet thing.)
Then there’s the mirror maze, you always crash into the glass, but eventually almost everybody gets out. They’ve got all these old seaside pier machines, you need to purchase old fashioned pennies to work them, I got my fortune told.
This is the card I got:
Before many days have elapsed you will recieve news from an unexpected source which will lead to some change in your affairs. The news will concern the buisness affairs of a relative, and many benefits will acrue to you. A child will be the cause of you meeting someone of the opposite sex and a charming friendship of a long lasting nature will result. Although matters financial have been the cause of much recent worry, these will be a thing of the past before you are much older.
Those of you who have read this blog know that I don’t have any financial worries, but any I have been hiding from you (ie none) will be over by the time I’m 13, by which time I will also (apparently) have a boyfriend! I think I’ll wait and see if these predictions are accurate.
Now here it is, the story of the Wookey Witch (this is actually my own version, I wrote this next bit).
A long time ago there was a village, below the entrance to the Wookey Caves. The villagers saw the caves as mystic and magic, yet they feared them as well. The only human bieng who dared set foot in the caves was an old woman, who had lived in the labarinth of tunnels with her goats and dog longer then anyone could remember. The villagers believed, rightly, that this woman was a witch, one day the witch got to hear some of these rumours and flew into a terrible rage at thhe insulting things said of her, she cursed the village, people and animals becamer sick, crops withered and died, those who could still stand went to see the local abbot, whose monastery was protected from the curse by God. The abbot sent a monk called Father Bernard to rid the people of this witch, but the witch saw the monk coming and ran off down a passage, putting out Bernards lantern with a spell as she did so. Using the dim sunlight that still came in through the entrance, Bernard followed the witch into pitch black down a long, rickety ladder, though he did not cry out, Bernard was afraid, not only because of the darkness, not only because of the bats fluttering about his head he was afraid of what was to come. For he knew that this place was called Devil’s Ladder, and it was said to lead to Hell.
Stumbling along in the dim light given off by a solitary lantern on the cave wall, the man was surrounded by the sound of cackling laughter, echoing in from all directions, the cavern was full of pools of crystal clear water, Father Bernard blessed it, and it became holy water.
Suddenly, the witch burst out into the open, wand raised. Without thinking Father Bernard threw the water at her, turning her and he pet dog familiar into solid stone.
This may seem to be just a silly ledgend, but, interestingly. When excavated, the caves revealed, among many other remains, lying with a dagger, an alabaster ball and the skelotons of two goats, the remains of an old woman.