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The Source of the Brue and the Mouth of the Axe

20/10/2014

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It's been a very interesting week or so. Besides Andrew Kerr's memorial (which was great; Clare Hawkesbridge as celebrant did really well, and I loved the coffin, hand carved out of solid elm, with the pyramid logo and Andrew's family motto 'Sero Sed Serio' which was translated as 'Late, but in earnest') ... besides that I seem to have had something important happening more or less every day, including the showing of the film 'Aluna' at the Street Friends Meeting House followed by visits to mouth of the River Axe and the source of the River Brue.

When I first saw the film back in April I felt inspired to go to the mouth of the Axe and to find something that I could take to the source of the Brue as a 'payment.' If you've seen the film then you will probably understand what I am talking about; though you may not know that the Brue and the Axe used to be one river, until they were severed during the middle ages when the Glastonbury monks re-directed the Brue and effectively turned it into a canal. My impulse seemed to have something to do with making a kind of psychic re-connection between the two rivers.

Since then, over the summer I have been walking the rivers, and the space in between where the river used to flow, so that I had in fact got to know the while length from Brewham on the Mendips to Brean Down on the coast - except that I hadn't actually visited the mouth of the Axe or the source of the Brue. So last Thursday I went to Uphill, which is the site of a medieval harbour near the mouth of the Axe, with two friends who had each organised showings of the film. Also I took with me a 'medicine bundle' into which everyone at the showing last April had been invited to put their energy - and which now I had been asked to take with me to commit to the waters when I visited the place where the river meets the sea.

At low tide the mud is too dangerous to allow getting right down to the river, so I found a stone and tried to use it to weigh down the bundle so that I could throw it into the water and so that it would then be submerged. The stone just didn't fit, so I found a smaller one that was a bit flatter and that did the job. The first stone I put in my pocket and I felt that it wanted to come with me - this would be my 'payment' at the top of the hills where the Brue rises. We also found lots of beautiful little sea shells, all different colours, and I picked up a handful of them to take with me too.

On Sunday (yesterday) a group of us went up to the top of the hills above Bruton, parked up near Alfred's Tower and then walked the couple of miles through woodland to the place where the Brue rises. We found, with the help of a local walker who pointed out the place, a stone shelter within which was the spring that feeds the River Brue. Next to it was a rock with the date 1841 carved into it, and this little monument had apparently been made to commemorate the coronation of Queen Victoria - though it was a like a shrine to the River Goddess. I put the stone into the water next to the spring, and then each of us added a small handful of the sea shells.

It felt like a remarkably powerful thing to do. It seemed to be symbolic of the interconnectedness of everything, and of how humans have lost the plot as regards understanding that. We found ourselves standing in complete silence for  quite a while. I said a short piece about what we had done and a prayer that humanity could (soon) come to really understand this business of connection, and eventually we returned to normal chatty mode and walked back to the car park near Alfred's Tower. Some time next year I shall do the whole journey from the source to the mouth in one walk, which will take several days, and I shall take with me a payment from the source to deliver to the mouth.
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6/10/14: Andrew Kerr

10/10/2014

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Andrew Kerr died on Monday, which happened to be my birthday and also (because it was my birthday I remembered the date) the anniversary of the day he arrived at Worthy Farm, October 6th 1970, to start work on the 1971 Glastonbury Fair. "As I came through the open gate and saw the house, a rainbow was spread across the sky above it."

He hated the habit people got into of calling it 'Glastonbury Fayre.' He called it 'Prissy Olde Englishe'. There was a film and an album put out in the early 70s, both based on material from the 1971 festival (which had been free - Andrew and Arabella Churchill put up the money), and they were both (for some reason) called 'Glastonbury Fayre'. They eventually paid the bills, so Andrew had to put up with it. 

The first 'official' Glastonbury Festival, in 1979 (organised whilst Andrew was in America) was also called 'Glastonbury Fayre', and the name stuck, everyone assumed that had been the name of the 1971 event. Ten years ago I put together the programme for the Big Green Gathering, where Andrew was doing a talk, and assumed that 'Glastonbury Fair' was a mis-print and changed it to 'Fayre'. When I saw him he gave me such a pained look I shall never forget it! So I'm on a bit of a mission to put the record straight where I can.

When the festivals started happening regularly in the 1980s he was Site Manager for the first few years. I remember falling out with him dreadfully in 1984, when I was site co-ordinator for the first Green Field. Later we became friends though, and I enjoyed going through the manuscript of his book 'Intolerably Hip' and making suggestions (which he took no notice of).

As Michael Eavis says on the Festival website, "He brought a new green conviction to Worthy Farm, raising environmental and ecological concerns to a national level of debate for the very first time." His speech from the main stage in 1971 included the classic line about "our tired and molested planet ... We have spent too much time telling the Universe to shut up; we must search for the humility to listen." 

There's a memorial celebration at the Tithe Barn in Pilton next Tuesday, October 14th, continuing from 12 mid-day to 12 mid-night. "Please wear bright cheerful clothes and be prepared to enjoy yourselves!"

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