There is this ancient tradition. A pagan safe-guard.
Of paying for safe passage
Paying for the water to stay clear and benign
Of paying for safe passage through the realm of the fairy queen
Of pressing coins into fallen trees or posts alongside moving water
as a tribute or as an appeasement
In their thousands.
Fallen trees heavy with copper and nickel-plated steel
And strangely enough - people still pay
as did we
A strange, other-world place
a narrow almost claustrophobic valley
opening out to Janet (Jennet)'s Foss
the realm of queen of the fairies
As beautiful as it was, the cloying eeriness made me feel uneasy, it was a relief to rise out of the valley and climb across the dales up and away.