Coltsfoot by Andreas Trepte Wikipedia

The daisy-like plant is flowering about now and Gerard’s Herbal of 1633 suggests that the ‘fumes of the dried leaves taken through a funnel’ is good for those with coughs and shortness of breath. He suggests that it is smoked like tobacco and it’ mightly prevaileth.’

This idea, Mrs Grieves in her herbal, says is endorsed by’ Dioscorides, Galen, Pliny and Boyle’. and is ‘nature’s best herb for the lungs’.

Also Violets and crocii are coming out. The crocus represents many things but according to www.icysedgwick.com/ ‘White croci usually represented truth, innocence and purity. The purple variety imply success, pride and dignity. The yellow type is joy.’ Ovid tells the story of Crocus and Smilax in the Metaphoses: ‘how Crocus and his beloved Smilax were changed into tiny flowers. All these stories I will pass by and will charm your minds with a tale that is pleasing because new.’

Violets have been used as cosmetics by the Celts, to moderate anger by the Athenians, for insomnia and loved because of their beauty and fragrant. They have been symbols of death for the young, and used as garlands, nosegays posies which Gerard says are ‘delightful’.

Snowdrop, Crocus and Silver Birch circle in Haggerston Park. Photo Kevin Flude

Blossom is also coming out in London, a little early and following an earlier false spring when Cherry Blossom came out. Blackthorn (I think) is coming out in profusion in my local park.

White blossom in February in Haggerston Park. Blackthorn thinks photographer Kevin Flude

The 20th was the beginning of Pisces and also Sexagesima Sunday, which is the second Sunday before Ash Wednesday and it a time when we should be reflecting on our sins and lifestyle before we enter Lent.

Old Moore’sAlmanac for February suggests questions will be raised about the future of the Monarchy and that ‘Russia is entering a period of major restructuring’!

23rd February is ‘Terminalia, the Roman day for setting land boundaries.



Definition of the proto-indo-european route "pleu

Richard Coates in a ground breaking article ‘A New Explanation Of The Name Of London’ Transactions Of The Philological Society Volume 96:2 (1998) Pgs 203 – 229 suggested the original name of London was Plowonida – or settlement by the wide flowing river. He deduces its name by comparing different versions of ‘London’ in different Celtic dialects and traces them back to what he believes is the common origin. This is the root *pleu meaning fleet flowing river, and onida which means ‘settlement by the’.

So, in the 2nd Millennia BC – the Bronze Age, there was a settlement by the flowing River. He thinks the Thames was the name for the river upstream of the Pool of London, and where it widened into an estuary it was called the Pleu. Etymonline.com says of the name Thames:

Thames – River through London, Old English Temese, from Latin Tamesis (51 B.C.E.), from British Tamesa, an ancient Celtic river name perhaps meaning “the dark one.” The -h- is unetymological (see th).


So, in the Bronze Age there must have been a small settlement probably in the area of the City or on the south bank in Southwark. It’s possible we have already found it in the occasional findings of post-holes, gullies, plough marks, brushwood platforms and burial mounds (particularly in Southwark) that have been found or we may be yet to find it. Or we may never find it. And if we do, unless it is significant in some way or has a signpost on it saying (“You are entering Plowonida”) we will never know.

Of course Coates may be wrong, but he is the most distinguished linguist of recent years to put his head about a dangerous parapet. Antiquarian journals were full of suggestions for the name of London. Previous suggestions include Lake Side Town, Lud’s Castle, Londinos’s settlement. None have survived scrutiny, and very few people were willing to make a guess after the late 70s, until 1998 and Richard Coates. However they all seem to accept that the name is pre-Roman in origin.

Archaeologists since the 1970s have been completely convinced there was no City before the arrival of the Romans. So, why bother finding the original name of a place that did not exist? However, last year in an excavation underneath Amazon’s new HQ, Principle Place, just north of Liverpool Street station, was found over 400 pieces of neolithic pottery, and evidence of extensive feasting. If you put this together with the burials found in the water margins of the River Thames, and the incredible finds of prestige metal objects: helmets, shields, swords, cauldrons, etc. from the River a case is beginning to be made (by David Keys in the Independent for example) that the area of the City of London might have been an important place for gatherings. So is it possible that the origins of London are as part of a ritual landscape?

If this is taken seriously it has a lot of implications for received opinion.

I discuss this and other issues in my Myths and Legends Guided Walks for London Walks. Click here to see the details

Bran's head taken to Tower Hill
King Bran’s head buried at Tower Hill


Shows a photo of a missing Raven at the Tower of London
The Independent January 2021

The Raven – Corvus corax – is hatching. An early nesting bird, and the biggest of the Covids. They were pushed to the West and North by farmers and game keepers but are making a comeback and finding towns convenient for their scavenging habits. So they are moving East again.

Their habits, and their black plumage has made them harbingers of death. In poetry Ravens glut on blood like the warriors whose emblem they are. The Raven was the symbol of the God-King Bran. Bran was the King of Britain and his sister, Branwen, married, the King of Ireland. To cut a long story short, which I will tell in further detail on another occasion, Branwen was exiled to the scullery, and sent a message to her brother by sparrow. He took an army over the Irish Sea to restore her to her rightful state, but the ships were becalmed and so Bran blew the boats across the sea – he was that mighty a man.

Bran was mortality wounded in the battle that followed and he told his companions to cut off his head and take it back to the White Hill in London. His head was as good a companion on the way back as it was on the way out, and the journey home took 90 years. At last they got to London and his head was buried on the White Hill, and as long as it were there Britain was safe from invasion. This was one of the Three Fortunate Concealments and is found in ‘the Triads of the Island of Britain.’

A raven landing with a brown background
By Sonny Mauricio from Unsplash

But many years later King Arthur saw no need for anybody or anything other than himself to protect the realm so he had the head dug up. Thus the Saxons won the Kingdom from the Britons. This was one of the Three Unfortunate Disclosures.

The White Hill is said to be Tower Hill, although Primrose Hill is sometimes offered as an alternative. If we want a rational explanation, there is evidence that Celtic cultures venerated the skull, and palladiums play a part in Celtic Tales. A Palladium is something that keeps a City or Country safe, and was named after a wooden status of Pallas Athene, which was taken from Troy to Rome by Aeneas. What was Arthur doing? Vanity, the story is clear. But, perhaps, it’s a memory of Christian rites taking over from pagan rituals. God, Arthur might have thought, would prefer to protect his people himself rather than they rely on a pagan cult object.

The story of Bran’s head is inevitably linked to the Ravens in the Tower who, it is said, keep us safe from invasion, and so we clip their wings and get in a tiss when one goes missing.

Sadly, and I am probably more sad about this than most others, Geoffrey Parnell, when working at the Tower of London, searched the records assiduously for the story of the ravens and found no evidence of the story before the 19th Century and concluded that it was most likely a Victorian invention.

i am doing a Virtual Tour of Chester on Sunday night and you will find a link below:

Druids at All Hallows, by the Tower

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Yesterday, I wrote about the Lupercal and Parentalia festivals in Ancient Rome. Today, I listened to an old ‘In Their Time’ Radio 4 Podcast on Ovid which reminded me that the poet wrote more than the ‘Art of Love’ and the ‘Metamorphoses’. And so I explored his ‘Fasti’ which is a sadly unfinished set of verses on the Roman year. I’m looking forward to dipping into it as I explore the coming year.

It is a major source for the Lupercal and Parentalia, and does a better job than I did yesterday explaining how the name of the month February came from purification

I hoped to begin mining ‘Fasti’ today but this is what Ovid says about the 16th February ‘Next day is vacant.’ This is surprisingly encouraging to me because I have found it hard work finding something to say about some days. You can fill in with generalities, but the specific feels so much better, and if Ovid can just say nought happened. Then its good enough for me. If you want to read ‘Fasti’ for yourself this is the translation I am using.

I said ‘sadly unfinished’ because Pūblius Ovidius Nāsō was exiled by the Emperor Augustus when he was half way through the Fasti. So the last entry is for 30th June where he says: ‘put the last touches to my undertaking’ suggesting he knew he was ending it here. He was exiled until his death ten years later in Tomis, on the Black Sea. Its not clear exactly why he was exiled ostensibly for the immorality in ‘The Art of Love’, but as that was published almost a decade earlier it seems strange. Was he involved with a plot against Augustus that saw the Emperor’s own daughter exiled? Her lover was Lullus Antonius, son of Mark Antony. Unlike Julia’s other lover’s he was forced to commit suicide. But this also happened years before Ovid’s exile, so neither does it make any great sense of the great man’s punishing exile. However, Julia’s daughter was herself exiled closer to the time of Ovid’s exile and her husband, Lucius Aemilius Paullus, was executed for treason. Ovid said the reason for his exile was a ‘poem and a mistake’. The nature of that mistake is not recorded but he said the crime was worse than murder and more harmful than poetry.

Here is one of my favourite Ovid quotations. I quote from my own book which you can buy at the link at the bottom of the page.

‘Ovid, writing in Augustus’ reign, provides our guide to the flesh-pots of a Roman town. Here he recommends how the aspiring male should dress for a night out on the town:

Don’t torture your hair, though, with curling-iron: don’t pumice

Your legs into smoothness. Leave that

To Mother Cybele’s votaries, ululating in chorus

With their Phrygian modes. Real men

Shouldn’t primp their good looks …

… Keep pleasantly clean, take exercise, work up an outdoor

Tan; make quite sure that your toga fits

And doesn’t show spots; don’t lace your shoes too tightly,

Or ignore any rusty buckles, or slop

Around in too large a fitting. Don’t let some incompetent barber

Ruin you looks: both hair and beard demand

Expert attention. Keep your nails pared, and dirt-free;

Don’t let those long hairs sprout

In your nostrils, make sure your breath is never offensive.

Avoid the rank male stench

That wrinkles noses. Beyond this is for wanton women –

Or any half-man who wants to attract men.

Ovid, The Art of Love i

Mother Cybele’s votaries were castrati, hence their high pitched voices. Cybele fell in love with Attys, who made her jealous, so Cybele turned him mad, whereupon he castrated himself and bled to death. The Mother Goddess had him resurrected body and soul and he enjoyed divine bliss ever after. A Cybelian castration device, dredged out of the Thames, can be seen in the Roman Gallery of the British Museum.’ The translation is from Green, Peter (Trans) ‘Ovid The Erotic Poems’ Penguin Classics, London 1982‘

Its quoted in In Their Own Words – A Literary Companion To The Origins Of London‘ D A Horizons, 2009.  Kevin Flude

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Romulus and remus suckling from a wolf
Romulus and Remus suckling from a wolf

Lupercalia was a Roman feast of purification, dedicated to the she-wolf who saved Romulus and Remus who were the traditional founders of the City of Rome. The centre of the festivities in Rome was a cave called the Lupercal, traditionally the site where the wolf suckled the twin brothers until they were rescued by Faustulus, a shepherd.

The Lupercalia was also called dies Februatus, which seems to be derived from proto-italic word februum for purification by making an offering and from the the purification instruments which were called februa. This is the basis for the Roman month named Februarius and our February.

Marcus Terentius Varro wrote about the Roman year, dividing it into 8 phrases and his spring began on 7th February. This is when the west winds began to blow warmer weather and so farmers ‘purged’ the fields readying them for planting. They would be cleared of old growth and debris, blessed, weeded, pruned with particular attention given to preparing the grain fields, the vineyards, olive trees and fruit trees.

The deity of the month was Neptune.

We are also in the middle of the Parentalia, which began on the 13th February and lasted nine days. It honoured parents and family ancestors. People would visit the family tombs found along the roadsides outside of the City. Here they would honour the ancestors by making offerings. There would be a family banquet and offerings made to the Lares – the household deities. Romans had a household altar for their worship. The Greek Goddess Hestia was the Goddess of the Hearth – the centre of any household, and Vestal was the Roman equivalent. Dickens borrowed the concept of the Household Gods in his Christmas book ‘the Chimes’.

According to Wikipedia the Codex-Calendar of 354, shows that 13 February had become the holiday Virgo Vestalis parentat, a public holiday which by then appears to have replaced the older parentalia .


For this was on Seynt Valentynes day,
Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make,
Of every kinde, that men thynke may;
And that so huge a noyse gan they make,
That erthe and see, and tree, and every lake
So ful was, that unnethe was ther space
For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.
Parliament of Fowls Geoffrey Chaucer

This is the first reference to St Valentines as a romantic day. There are at least three Saint Valentines who were martyred in the Roman period and their relics are scattered around Europe (have a look at this National Geographic article for the full S.P.) But until Chaucer no one seemed to link any of them with love.

Chaucer’s poem suggests one possible route to the link with romance. This is about the time when birds pair off – if they want to have their chicks at optimal time, then they need to get going before spring has really sprung.

This is my translation.

For this was St. Valentine’s Day
When every bird came there to chose their mate.
Of every type that men think may
And that so huge a noise did they make
That earth and see and tree and every lake
So full was, that hardly was there space
For to stand so full was the place.

Magpies are my favourite love bird, because you see one, and then look around and you soon seen the pair. There is an old tradition that you are supposed to say

‘Hello, Mr Magpie! How’s your wife’

and its good luck if you see her and not if you don’t. But I normally do. As to the seven, ten, or thirteen magpie in various versions. They always seem in pairs to me.

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss,
Eleven for health,
Twelve for wealth,
Thirteen beware it’s the devil himself.

For details of the versions of this poem click here:


Photograph of the Moon against a black background byMike Petrucci -unsplash
Selene – Moon Goddess by Mike Petrucci -unsplash

‘The Goddess Book of Days’ has the 6th February as the Festival of Aphrodite, and the 7th as the Day of Selene and other Moon Goddesses. Selene is one of the most beguiling of Goddesses as she is the epitome of the Moon. She, who gives that silvery, ethereal light to dark days, who appears and disappears to a routine few of us really understand. She is therefore beautiful, beguiling, unknowable. She is the Goddess of Intuition,. She brings the tides and the monthly periods, and so is a Goddess of power as well as fertility, pregnancy and so love, and mothers, and babies.

To my mind far more powerful than Aphrodite Selene seems much more independent. On the Elgin Marbles she is shown with Helios, her brother, and with Hercules, Athene and her father, Zeus, Demeter and Persephone, representing the underworld, and Dione, Iris, Hestia and Aphrodite, home and love. At one end Helios brings up the sun with his Chariot and Horse and at the other Selene’s horse sinks exhausted in Oceanus after a glorious night of moon shine. Its a wonderful arrangement which suggests the scheme was to show a balanced cosmos between female and male forces.

cartoon of Elgin Marble, showing Selene's Horse at the right hand end
Cartoon of Elgin Marble, showing Selene’s Horse at the right hand end

The 9th of February is St Apollonia’s Day who had her teeth pulled out prior to death and is therefore Saint of Toothache. John Aubrey tells us of a man with tooth-ache almost driven to suicide who took a new nail, made the gum bleed with it and then nailed the nail in an oak tree, which cured him. (John Aubrey’s Miscellanies 1695). On the 10th Charles Kightley in his ‘Perpetual Almanac’ relays stories about the danger of travelling at night in snow.


Saint Agatha, detail from a painting of Francisco de Zurbarán FROM wikipedia
Saint Agatha, detail from a painting of Francisco de Zurbarán – she is carrying her severed breasts

She is a Sicilian Saint, who refused to sleep with a powerful Roman in the third Century AD, and was imprisoned, tortured, had her breasts pincered off, still refused to sleep with him and died in prison. She is remembered by cakes shaped as breasts eaten on her feast day of February 5th.

breast shaped cakes called Minne di Sant'Agata, a typical Sicilian sweet
Minne di Sant’Agata, Sicilian (Wikipedia)

‘She is also the patron saint of breast cancer patients, martyrs, wet nurses, bell-founders, and bakers, and is invoked against fire, earthquakes, and eruptions of Mount Etna.’


It is suggested that illustrations of her severed breasts led the bell founders and bakers to mistakenly adopt her as patron saint as they thought the platter shown in illustrations of the Saint bore bells or loaves not her actual breasts. (You couldn’t make this up could you?).

If you have been reading this blog you will know of my concern about the way the early church seemed to revel in giving its martyr’s not only very gruesome deaths, but also very varied and unique modes of death. I’m wondering how this came about. My guess, is that, the rewards of having a popular saint as patron was so important to churches that they embellished early stories in order to encourage more veneration. Perhaps they also saw a market in specialising in occupation and health groups. You might call this the supply side. On the demand side medieval guilds sought divine protection, and those suffering from ailments needed consolation. So a saint who was a virgin could command a loyal general audience, (think Dads and Mums and young women), her embellished story would attract more specialist audiences such as women; young women; virgins; nursing mothers; wet nurses; women and families with health issues concerned with breasts; people who live near a volcano, and with a bit of creative confusion can also attract bell founders and bakers.

Or am I being cynical? But really why such variety in the cruelty? I personally find it sickening. I mean writing this, and the previous St Blaize post makes me feel slightly physically sick. And it is repeated in virtually all early martyrdom stories.

The fact would normally have been that the martyr was taken to the local amphitheatre and beheaded. Although, now I come to think of it, executions in the Roman period were part of the entertainment industry, and often had theatrical elements to them.

Any ideas let me know.

St Agatha's Church, Kingston on Thames
black and white illustration
St Agatha’s Church, Kingston on Thames

Sunday, I’m doing Guided and Virtual Walks on the Archaeology of London Bridge.

Druids at All Hallows, by the Tower

Summer Solstice Walk, 21st June 2022.

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February Title page from Kalendar of Shepherdes.
February Title page from Kalendar of Shepherdes.

The 15th Century illustration shows February as a time to cut firewood, dress warmly and stay by the fire. Food on the title seems to be a pie, and the fish are there to remind us it is the month of Pisces.

Attributes of Pisceans selfless, mystical compassionate imaginative sensitive
pisces from the zodiac from kalendar of shepherds
From the zodiac from kalendar of shepherds

The poem above is a reference to Candlemas’s celebration of the presentation of the child Jesus at the Temple, and the paragraph below gives a summary of signs of February. It ends with the idea that runs through the Kalendar – there are twelve apostles, twelve days of Christmas, twelve months in the year, twelve blocks of six years in a person’s allotted 72 years of life. So the weather on the second day of Christmas forecasts what is going to happen in February. (Dec 26th 2021 was warm with rain, so far Feb has been warm with rain.) And February is linked to the second block of 6 years in a person’s life. In the January, the Kalendar suggests the essential uselessness of 0-6 year old children, while here, for February, it allows that from 6-12 years old children are beginning to ‘serve and learn’.

Here is the text for February which ends with the line: ‘It is the poor man’s pick-purse, the miser’s cut-throat, the enemy to pleasure and the time of patience.’

I introduce the Kalendar of Shepherds on this page.

Druids at All Hallows, by the Tower

Summer Solstice Walk, 21st June 2022.

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19th Century illustration of St Blaise’s Chapel, Westminster Abbey

The Blessing of St Blaise helps protect the throat. Blessed candles are made into a cross, and these are touched against the throat. Blaise is thought to be an Armenian Bishop, martyred in the persecution of the Emperor Licinius. A story was told that on his way to martyrdom he cured a boy who had a fish bone stuck in his throat. The early Church seems to have had a gruesome need for all its Saints to be martyred in a unique way, and Blaise is said to have been pulled apart by wool-combers irons, before being beheaded. Hence his association with throats and sheep specifically, the patron saint of wool-combers. But as his hagiography suggests he was a physician he is one of the go-to saints for diseases in humans and animals.

Wikipedia tells me that Combing was a regular form of torture. So, perhaps St Blaise was not pulled apart with wool combs. But let Wikipedia talk for its self:

Combing, sometimes known as carding[1] (despite carding being a completely different process) is a sometimes-fatal form of torture in which iron combs designed to prepare wool and other fibres for woolen spinning are used to scrape, tear, and flay the victim’s flesh.

Wool combs black and white illustration
Internet Archive book illustrations collection on Flickr. (from wovember see below)

His cult came to Britain when King Richard I was ship wrecked on Crusade. Richard was helped by Bishop Bernard of Ragusa where Richard was washed up. When the Bishop was deposed he sought sanctuary in Britain and was made Bishop of Carlisle where he promoted the cult of Blaise. Several churches in the UK founded churches named for him. Westminster Abbey has a chapel dedicated to him.

St Blazey in Cornwall is named after him (and his Church) and celebrates him by a procession of a ram and a wicker effigy of St Blaise through the streets. Milton, in Berkshire, dedicated its Church to St Blaise, probably because the village’s wealth depended on sheep. The village held a feast on the third Sunday after Trinity, and the day after held the Tadpole Revels at Milton Hall. Tadpole is thought to be a corruption from the word ‘Tod’ which means cleaned wool.

One of London’s oldest guilds is the Worshipful Company of Woolmen, first mentioned in 1180, when fined, for operating without a license, by Richard 1’s dad, Henry II.

In the spirit of St Blaise here is some advice for care of your throats.

Good for the throat honey, sugar, butter with a little salt, liquorice, to sup soft eggs, hyssop, a mean manner of eating and drinking and sugar candy. Evil for the throat: mustard, much lying on the breast, pepper, anger, things roasted, lechery, much working, too much rest, much drink, smoke of incense, old cheese and all sour things are naughty for the throat.

The Kalendar of Shepherde 1604

Sources: The Perpetual Almanac by Charles Kightly, Woolly Saints, Britannica, Wovember

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