Tuesday, May 22
The Clapper Bridge Where The Devil Sunbathes
I'm back to my travels again for today's post: The Tarr Steps in Somerset England. This is an ancient clapper bridge that the Devil built - yes, the Devil himself, well that's how the story goes.
The local parson sent a cat over the bridge but poor pussy was vaporised into as a puff of smoke. The Devil said that he forbid any mortal soul to cross, anyone who tried would be punished with death - which is a pretty severe penalty to say the least.
The local parson tried to reason with the Devil but the Devil swore and intimidated the preacher man. This was no ordinary parson though he gave as good as he got and stood up to the the evil one.
The Devil must have been impressed because he conceded to allow people to pass over the bridge but one stipulation was made. No one must cross when the Devil wants to sunbathe on the bridge.
So be warned if you should venture to Tarr Steps in the sunshine, just in case the Devil is getting a tan.
Tarr Steps is said to be over 1000 years old, going back to the Bronze Age though some will say it's not quite that age. But, whatever, it's the oldest 'clapper bridge' in the UK. The name comes from the Latin 'claperius' which means 'a pile of stones' and this is really what the bridge is. There are massive natural stones resting on one another. The top slabs weigh in at something like one to two tons. The largest is over eight feet long and five feet wide. The bridge is about 55 yards (50m) across the river.
Of course there are some 4x4s who don't bother with the bridge and drive straight through the river, fortunately it wasn't too high on that particular day.
Before reaching Tarr Steps we had been on another part of Exmoor looking for the wild ponies which roam free and luckily caught a few sightings.
We also found a wonderful old inn, the Royal Oak, on Exmoor for lunch.
All in all it was a great day. Exmoor is a wonderful area, providing the weather is okay.
To see the photos in a larger size click on any photo. Photos: © Mike Perry.
Other Somerset and Exmoor Posts:
Dunster And A Reminder Of Carefree Days
The Holy Well That Saved a Saints Head
The Lucky Lessons Learnt In Somerset
Posted by Mike Perry at 08:00
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Love it. Great story, I'll be careful if I ever go there on a sunny day!ReplyDelete
I was wondering what the Devil wears when he sunbathes.Delete
What a pretty place, complete with a mysterious past and legend.ReplyDelete
It is lovely and we walked along the river.Delete
This is fascinating and beautiful.ReplyDelete
Mike, thought you'd be interested in this story about animal mutilations in Cornwall.ReplyDelete
I hadn't heard about this. Pentwewan Beach is only about 2 miles from where we live and I haven't seen anything about it on the local news. Must see what I can find out.Delete
Incredibly lovely! Great story. I suppose the devil sunbathes in horns and tails... though proving that might make you go 'poof'...remember pussy.ReplyDelete
Thanks Dixie. Don't think I'd ever like to go 'poof'!Delete