In a tranquil, ancient and oddly beautiful glade. Walking along a track, past stone built farm houses and washing that wasn't quite white I became aware of the knock, knock, knock of a water pump sending water off to the village. We headed further along towards the picket fence a little out of the village which was where the baptismal pond or watering hole lay. A place genuinely of quiet contemplation where the history of the place is ongoing and very much a part of the landscape in which it sits. I had a chat with a lady who was on a pilgrimage around the religious sites of Northumberland before she went home after 35 years. " I like to come here, although you're rarely on your own", even though its a hidden gem in the truest sense. The waters dark and shimmering moved around by the swirling breeze, but coming close I realise it's probably only two to three foot deep.
Possibly a Roman watering hole , definitely medieval it's fed by a natural spring that supplies water to the village of Holystone.
Almost hidden in the landscape as you approach you can hear the knock of a water pump. If you look on google maps the pond is virtually invisible hidden beneath the canopy of trees.
I was amazed by the quantity and sound of birds in the village
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