St Nectan's Kieve was so esteemed that the Crusaders made special pilgrimages to bathe in its waters before leaving for the Holy Lands in the Middle-Ages.
After a timeless ramble through the glen I arrived at the steep, footworn slate steps that wind up to the hermitage at the top of the waterfall. I was in luck, I had the place to myself. I was warmly welcomed by the guardian of St Nectan's who made me a refreshing cup of tea and then eagerly picked my way reverently down some more foot-polished slate steps to the bottom of the waterfall. Such beauty. It is truly awe-inspiring!... so much so that the artist, Maclise had it as the scene for his famous painting, "Girl at the Waterfall," which hangs in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.
Entranced, I took a photograph of the gushing falls tumbling over the twenty-foot kieve and sensed a deep need to meditate in this, 'the most perfect of place'. Squatting, facing the cascading waters I soon was oblivious to mundane things. A little time later I experienced some intriguing scenes, which I relate under the Predictions section of this site - as well as some more personal information.
I took 3 more photographs of the waterfall, the kieve and the surrounding cliff walls, wandered along the stream to St Nectan's sisters' final resting place, sat a while longer and then reclimbed the steps to the Hermitage.
There is a delightful room, carved into the rock beneath the present buildings, that is said to be the site of St Nectan's cell. Here, while one sits in this tranquil and private place, one feels somehow, not of this world; not of this time. Presently you will get the feeling that when you do open the door, you will be back in a time, almost forgotten, with the Good St Nectan.
ROCKY VALLEY
Close by, across the Tintagel to Boscastle road is another place of mystery and magic. Aptly named Rocky Valley, the enchanting River Trevillet flows quickly down through dramatic scenery to spill into the Atlantic Ocean. On the way it passes by some 4,000 year-old rock art, finger labrynths on cliff walls besides some abandoned hermitages.
I specifically went to North Cornwall to revisit St Nectan's Glen. It is, without a doubt, a most mystical place. Who knows how long it's enchanting atmosphere and breathtaking beauty have been admired?
A lovely aromatic walk through the ancient glen alongside the tiny, chirpy, Trevillet River takes you along the ancient woodland path that has been use for at least 1,500 years.
It was around 500AD that St Nectan (Knighton) built his sanctuary above the waterfall here. Before the Celtic saint died, and realising that his simple faith was being ravaged by the marauding Romans, he was carried to the edge of the Kieve (basin) where he launched his bell into the turbulent waters, declaring that his bell would never ring for unbelievers. Legend has it that at times the bell tolls to warn of misfortune to come. Ghostly monks have been witnessed chanting their dirge along the pilgrim path as well as two ghostly grey women, said to be St Nectan's sisters: that legend says are buried beneath a large flat slab in the river, near the bottom of the water fall. St Nectan himself, is buried in an oak chest somewhere below the falls.
