Wigber Low between Bradbourne and Kniveton in Derbyshire. Up here our ancestors brought their dead and left them as carrion for the birds and animals. I think that I should like to go out in that way - returning to The Earth. But would the authorities allow Shirley and the kids to drag my hefty carcass up this hill and leave it on the ancient limestone cairn close by? I guess they would have to keep it all secret, stuff me in the boot of a car and honour my request in the dead of night. A side benefit is that it would save on outrageous funeral costs but as they huffed and puffed up the hill I doubt that they would be humming funereal melodies from long ago. Instead they'd be complaining - "What the bloody hell did he want this for?". At dawn, the crows would already be circling.
|Anglo Saxon wire and glass bead pendants |
found on Wigber Low and now displayed in The British
Museum. Only the two green ones were from Wigber
Low, the other was found near Dover in Kent