There is nothing at the co-ordinates listed above.
Well, there is actually. There’s a beautiful reservoir, but
it is a good distance away from the location of St
Melangell’s relics and going there won’t help you at
all to unearth them. Instead, I suggest you turn back the date to
medieval England and read on....
You are about to embark upon a pilgrimage of a
lifetime. Like every pilgrim you may expect to be tested to the
limit of your endurance, patience and resourcefulness. Do not
expect to reach your journey’s end by nightfall. It will take
you many days and much personal sacrifice, if indeed you succeed at
all.
Legend tells that one day a prince named Brochwell
was out hunting at a place called Tideland Furls. His hounds raised
a hare (9) that took refuge in an olive (9) grove. On
pursuit, the prince found a diminutive virgin praying, with the
hare hiding in the folds of her garment. The hounds were urged on
but fled howling. The huntsmen, confused, holding horns to
their lips, found they could not remove them.
The prince, amazed by what he had just witnessed,
dismounted from his horse, Shadowmere, and respectfully removed his
hat (3), and sat down to converse with the maiden, offering
her some wine from his pewter flagon (3).
The virgin told the hunter her story. Her name was
Melangell. As a young child of six years old, she had seen a vision
in which a fierce winged lion (7) was chasing an antelope
(9). In the vision she placed herself in front of the antelope,
risking her own life to save it from the jaws of the lion. On a
second such occasion she saw herself reaching into the air to grasp
a bird (9) from out of the talons of an eagle.
From that time on she understood her calling and
vowed to serve God in the protection of the weak against the
strong. Her mission took her across the sea by boat
(8) and brought her to this land, where she dedicated her life
in the service of others.
The hunter was so impressed by the girl’s
godliness that he granted her the valley, built for her a
windmill (3) in which to dwell. There she lived out her life
in thrift (9), peace and self sacrifice.
On her death, she was revered as a saint and her
relics were enshrined. Pilgrims would come and pray to her for
peace and protection. Sometimes they would leave silver coins,
jewels and other offerings in thanksgiving. At last, it was decided
that Melangell’s relics should be moved to the place of her
birth. On the journey a terrible storm blew up, the casket and its
contents were scattered in the wind.
Only a ring, a shred of her garment and her breast
bone were recovered and secreted away in a safe place by a
dedicated pilgrim. The other relics were, apparently gone for
ever.
Recently, however, there have been stirrings in
the spiritual realm and some say that the saints, wanting the
relics of Saint Melangell reunited and returned home, are revealing
signs as to their whereabouts. It is said that the Saints will
bestow special blessings upon all who will help to trace the
scattered relics and return them to the lost casket.
The spirits of the saints are usually strongest
close to the buildings dedicated in their name.
Can you unearth the messages the saints are trying
to convey and help Saint Melangell to be finally put to rest,
perhaps claiming her blessing for yourself?
The revelation of the saints is that the lost
casket can be found at
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You must seek the help of other saints, including
St Google before you can unearth the lost casket. Follow the links
below for guidance.
Good luck and may the saints go with
you.