The Wildman of Orford

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Orford’s Wildman has become a symbol for the small coastal village.  He was a man of the sea who was pulled up by 12th century fishermen’s nets and held captive in the bang-new castle until he finally made his escape.  He’s featured in the interpretation in the castle where his sad incarceration took place.  There’s a memorial to him on the Market Square, and he features on the Butley Orford Oysterage and on Pinney’s as you walk down to the quay.  There are also some suspiciously wild looking men on the font in St Bartholomew’s Church – though you can find them on many Suffolk fonts.  But where did the story come from?

Three stories in Suffolk Folk Tales, the Green Children, Malekin and the Wildman of Orford, come from the same early source.  The 12th and 13th centuries provide us with a whole host of stories written down by monks either as chronicles of their monasteries, or as works in their own right.  Geoffrey of Monmouth, Gerald of Wales and Gervase of Tilbury are well known for telling what we might now consider tall tales, and the three Suffolk stories are recorded by another monk – an abbot in fact.  His name is Ralph of Coggeshall, and he was abbot of Coggeshall Abbey in Essex.  You can find out more about him here.

Wildmen are a common trope in the Middle Ages.  These wild people, often called wodewoses (which seems to mean ‘wood-being’), have lived in the fringes of our minds since we first started writing stories down – and presumably were there long before that.  Enkidu, the friend of Gilgamesh in the three and half thousand year old Mesopotamian epic is a wild man who lives amongst the beasts.  Herodotus describes hairy men living in Libya, and they are often described by classical sources as living in India.  Wherever they live, they are outside human conventions, no matter how quietly they live themselves, and are viewed with fear and fascination.  One thing particularly distinguishes them from ordinary mortals: they are covered with hair from the top of their heads to their toes. 

The woods are places where civilised men don’t go – knights discover monsters and marvels in the woods in Arthurian romances.  Holy fools like Percival grow up in the woods.  Madmen run off to the woods in medieval literature – like Merlin in Geoffrey of Monmouth’s Vita Merlini, or King Suibhne in Ireland.  Outlaws can live beyond the law in the woods.  This is despite the fact that people in medieval England were using and managing woodland much more intensively than we do today for the basics of day to day life from firewood, to beechnuts, from the withies from pollarded willows to the hunting of deer in the king’s forests.  The woods were really a familiar danger – and it’s still easy to get lost, disorientated and spooked in woods to today, as countless ghost stories, sightings of big cats and even wild men attest.

You might ask what all this has to do with Ralph’s man from the sea.   When the fishermen capture him, he is described as being extremely hairy, ‘in such abundance that it appeared dishevelled and shaggy; his beard particularly was thick and pine-like, and around his chest it was particularly hairy and shaggy.’  The ‘pine-like’ makes him sound a little strange, as if his hair is more like pine-needles, thicker and fleshier than human hair, perhaps better for living under the water.  Ralph makes this strange creature like a wildman – like a woodwoses.  He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t recognise Christian symbols.  He is outside society – outside the law.  To the people who lived by the coast in Suffolk the sea would have been as other as the woodland.  It is wild and capricious, and as we know from Dunwich and the 1953 flood, can be incredibly destructive to the puny settlements of man.  Nonetheless, it would have been the main source of livelihood and connection with the outside world.  Like the woodland, it was vital but dangerous.

How true is the story?  Well, Ralph was writing around 30 years after the story was said to have taken place, in 1167.  Bartholomew de Glanville was certainly castellan of the castle at that time.  His family arrived in the area after the Norman Conquest, holding land in Norfolk and Suffolk.  From 1169 to 1175 he was High Sheriff of Norfolk and Suffolk, and he oversaw the construction of the castle at Orford from 1167. 

Henry II built the castle at Orford in part to stop treachery by lords like Hugh Bigod who had fought against him and his mother during King Stephen’s reign – and with good reason, as Lord Hugh would rebel again in 1173!  The keep would have been built first, and the mound on which it sits.  So the castle we see now wouldn’t have looked so different back then.  Habitable, but without its curtain wall.  It immediately provided a beacon for fishermen and sailors alike, along with St Bartholomew’s (named for that castellan, perhaps?) which was begun at about the same time. 

It is presumably St Bartholomew’s that the wildman is taken into – although whether the church was complete enough by then I don’t know.  It might even have been inside the small castle chapel – or Sudbourne church between Orford and Sudbourne, which was the original parish church of the village before the castle made it important.  The poor wildman must have been completely befuddled by the Christian regalia – and Ralph and his captors don’t stop to think what he might worship, down there beneath the sea…

I should note that Orford is very different now from how it was then – the lie of the land has completely changed.  The castle was once about 2 miles inland, with marshy ground stretching out to the sea.  Orford Ness probably didn’t exist – it has been growing since that time.  Much of the woodland you see from the shore hadn’t developed as yet.  It is hard then to imagine the scene that the fishermen and Bartholomew de Glanville would have seen when you are there – and who knows whether the wildman could hear the sound of the waves from his lonely cell in the castle dungeons.

But did anyone pull anything unusual from the sea?  Sightings of mermaids and the like are often dismissed as seals and manatees and other sea creatures.  But the wildman was kept in the castle for two months – surely someone would have noticed?  And if he was just an ordinary man – well, why did he swim back to sea?  We’ll never know what really happened, but the legend has stayed strong for 8 centuries!  It’s the little details I like, that give it verisimilitude – the squeezing of the fish, the three strong nets he passes through to reach the open sea.   Even Ralph wasn’t certain, wondering whether he was a fish pretending to be human, or an evil spirit in the body of a drowned man.  The most one can say, he says, that ‘many wondrous things as well as many events of this kind are narrated.’

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I was very lucky when researching my book as I really wanted to get to the bottom of the three tales, which meant going back to the original Latin in which Ralph’s book was written.  My own Latin is not that strong – I only had the chance to start learning it when I was doing my Medieval Studies MA, so only had six-eight months of studying.  Not enough to tackle anything more than passages from the Bible!  Certainly not enough to get the fine detail out of the texts.   But I was able to phone a friend… Getting hold of the text wasn’t easy.   As a freelancer, I don’t access to the big university libraries where the text would be available, but I eventually tracked it down on the web in an old out-of-print book.  I then dispatched the Latin off to my friend Monika Simon in Germany, who translated it back to me in English.  Thank you so much, Moni!

Welcome to Suffolk Folk Tales

Suffolk Folk Tales coverOn the 31st May 2013 this book will be published by the History Press.  It is what is says it is – a book of folk tales, thirty of them all told, from the English county of Suffolk.  It is part of a series started by the History Press in 2009 with this book, Herefordshire Folk Tales, by my good friend David Phelps.  In 2011 I wrote Wiltshire Folk Tales and by now the ball was definitely rolling.  My husband’s Gloucestershire Folk Tales, and my Fire Springs colleague Kevan Manwaring’s Oxfordshire Folk Tales were published last year, and at the time of writing most of the English counties have either been published or are in production, and the Irish, Scottish and Welsh counties are progressing.

All of these books are written by storytellers.  Well, you might say, all writers are storytellers aren’t they?  But we are something slightly different.  We are oral storytellers, working in the tradition of oral storytelling that probably stretches back to when we lived in caves.  All we need to tell a story is a story to tell, our voice and an audience.  This kind of storytelling as at home in pubs as in theatres, in bed at night or in school.  Since the 1980s there has been a revival of storytelling in Britain, headed by figures such as Hugh Lupton and Ben Haggarty.  The History Press decided to invite storytellers to capture and share the folklore of the English counties after David approached them with his idea.

We are not necessarily folklorists – we may have collected the story, or we might not.  What matters is that we have a passion for telling the tales so that they engage the listener – and now the reader – and tell them a fine yarn.  These stories might be fairy tales, they might be local legends, about historical characters or a nameless everyman or woman.  They might be ghost stories, funny tales, saints lives, desperate romantic tragedies, or tales of trickery or the devil.  What matters is that the folk – rich or poor – told these tales about the places they lived in and knew.

I’ve been a storyteller since 2000, mostly performing with my storytelling group Fire Springs, a collective of storytellers – some of whom are also poets and musicians – comprising Kevan Manwaring, David Metcalfe, Anthony Nanson, Richard Selby and me.  We’ve worked together on shows such as Arthur’s Dream, Robin of the Wildwood, Return to Arcadia and Voices from the Past.  I now live in Gloucestershire, but I grew up in Suffolk, and my parents are still based there.  I have thoroughly enjoyed revisiting my home county and I look forward to sharing its tales!

Over the next few months I’ll be looking into some of the tales in my book and drawing out the stories behind them and my own personal journey around Suffolk and around the tales.

Folk and Fairy Tales from England, their history and meaning. By Kirsty Hartsiotis.

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