A few days ago I visited Totnes and discovered a new part of it I had never seen before, despite knowing the town all my life. As I walked from the carpark to the market square I passed through a narrow alleyway and a little garden. Towards the end of the garden my attention was caught by a cheeky blackbird who almost fell off his perch on some ivy in front of me in his endeavours to reach some berries. After watching him for a minute I noticed a sign on the wall below, it showed several trails around the town, including one to an intriguing sounding leech well. I followed the alleyway back, past the carpark, past another garden, it twisted and turned, and I heard the sound of running water, the alley went uphill and opened out into a meeting of three narrow alleyways, and right in the centre, the well.
It has a medieval feel to it, with its little stone basins and cobbled floor, water rushing across everything and lots of little decorations around it, from african style paintings to colourful ribbons. The amosphere is very peaceful and there is the air of something magical about the place, it has clearly been revered for many centuries and perhaps longer. Springs and wells were revered by people in the iron age, perhaps as a looking glass into the underworld inwhich they might see a glimpse of their ancestors. Perhaps a continuous reverence for it is what gives it its magical quality.