'The Isle of Wight's finest sacred site'

The Longstone in the mists
of Midwinter sunrise, 2004.
Photo © Maurice Bower 2004

Entry from the mid-19th century
Picture of the Isle of Wight,
a lavish guide book featuring many
of artist/author George Brannon's
original engravings:
'MOTTISTONE: a pretty hamlet
nearly shrouded in wood, with a
very picturesque church. On an
elevated part of the farm are the
remains of some small druidical
temple called Longstone, which is a
rude piece of rock of a
quadrangular figure, evidently
erected by art, and rears itself
about twelve feet above the
ground; near it another large stone
lies partly buried in the earth, of
not less than eight feet long.'
Photo © Maurice Bower 2005
Approach up the long gentle uphill slope of the lightly part-wooded path from the
delightfully named Strawberry Lane through the frequent icy, damp mists of midwinter and The Longstone
looms like a giant sentinel, a huge stone-cold warning finger, cautioning you to halt and go no farther
without the permission of the ancient ancestors of this land.
Yet at midsummer, with your back to the ocean way below and the rich chalklands all around garlanded in
their finest deep greens, yellows and blues, with the hill ponies nudging the stones as they graze and
the imposing upright crowned by a tunefully warbling little yellow bird, it is as though the wights are
slumbering gently, happy and replete at the feast and comfortable in your company.
The Longstone, in a downland fold above the tiny village of Mottistone on the Isle of Wight, has as many
moods as there are days in each year, in the perpetual cycle of death and rebirth that plays out here and
roundabout day and night around the ever-turning wheel of each year, over which it has watched since time
immemorial.
Probably the oldest and finest sacred site on the Island as well as one of the most southerly in England,
The Longstone is the remains of a neolithic long barrow with one 12ft stone remaining upright and another
fallen, altar-like, at its feet. Archaeologists believe that the two stones, of local greensand, were the
original uprights at the revetted entrance to the great barrow mound, now mostly organically assimilated
back into the lovely sculpted landscape of these southernmost English downs. The fallen stone is reputed
to have been moved by a local squire, curious to see what was underneath, although he found nothing.
The Longstone faces the rising sun in the East and at its back are the now near-flattened remains of the
chamber and its perimeter ditch, excavated in 1956 when neolithic pottery remains were discovered. Round
bowl, bell and disc barrows of different periods dot the hillsides above, where rises Five Barrows Down
(although, in fact, a total of eight barrows are to be found there).
It seems certain that the village of Mottistone with its picturesque ancient manor, an enchanting short
walk down through a gorgeous dell-dappled bluebell wood and with lovely gardens occasionally open to the
public, was named from The Longstone and its time-honoured use as a place of solemn community meeting and
perhaps, also, of judgment. The Old English motere means public speaker and a mot (or moot) was a meeting
so it seems likely this was an important meeting place and the site itself, the local speaker's stone.
The ancient Brythonic Druids are believed to have met at The Longstone, the most central of their Island
sites, before their banishment farther North and West. In Roman days it is claimed to have been a widely-renowned centre of
the military Mithras bull-worship cult, visited from near and far. And the Saxons and Jutes who later
dominated the area are also believed to have used the site as their local parliament. Through the Dark
Ages, it also played an important part as a sacred place of meeting and counsel for the Island.
Today, pagans are drawn to this spot at each festival and many handfastings and rites of passage are
celebrated here. One local Morris side has a regular fixture at The Longstone and simply turns up
annually at dawn, unadvertised, with its traditional barrel of beer, its delightful music and dance, to
pay its own particular form of homage.
Although not directly under threat and only a couple of hundred yards from an isolated National
Trust-owned cottage, the site is beginning to suffer from erosion to its sandy soil from its many
thousands of annual visitors and the stones themselves from damage to their age-old lichen, as a result
of being climbed and clambered on by the misguided. Offerings are almost always to be seen on or around
the stones, usually mercifully biodegradable but sometimes regrettably not.
The greatest tribute a visitor can pay to this beautiful and unique sacred site is to tread gently and to
respect the sanctity of the stones, leaving The Longstone exactly as they found it - and might perhaps
hope to find it if, or when, visiting again, in this or another lifetime.
Maurice Bower (Blue)
November 2005
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