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Hunky Punks.

24/12/2017

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PictureHunky Punk, North Curry Church.
Ms Crockofshit and I have many shared interests, and perhaps one of our favourite ways to spend a day is to explore the wonderful countryside we are blessed with in this sceptered isle of ours, and in particular, the landscape of my beloved home county of Somerset.

Although the beauty of the natural vistas, from tree clad hillsides, to dark plunging fern-crowded combes are of course a joy to behold, we also enjoy visiting some of the more ancient man-made places of interest. Some of our most ancient buildings are of course churches, a good number of which date back to Saxon times and many of these special places are built on sites that have been places of Pagan worship for considerably longer.



PictureGraveyard, North Curry Church.

We love the tranquillity of a graveyard, to stand in these places, among our tight-lipped ancestors is a way to connect to the past in a palpable way, as it is likely that people have been gathering in these places for reasons of worship or celebration for time immemorial.

 


PictureGargoyle, North Curry Church.
Over time, while visiting these captivating places, we have developed a fascination for a specific aspect of the architecture of the buildings that survive there.

I speak of ‘Hunky Punks’, which is Somerset dialect for the phantasmagorical carvings on the sides of buildings, often late gothic churches. Somerset boasts numerous examples of these remarkable sculptures. Hewn from local stone, it seems the stonemasons responsible for them were often allowed to let their imaginations run riot. You may be forgiven if you were to confuse these carvings with gargoyles, however there is an easy way to spot the difference, a gargoyle is designed to drain water from the roof of the building via its mouth, while the Hunky Punk is purely decorative. A good example of this may be found on a church tower which may have carvings on all four corners, despite the roof draining in only one direction, in this case there would be one gargoyle and three Hunky Punks.



PictureHunky Punk, North Curry Church.
It is my intention, if you will indulge me, to share this passion with you in what I hope will become a regular, if occasional feature of my blog. To this end, I have recently returned from a visit to North Curry church in Somerset, resting place of several of my own ancestors, and in my opinion boasting some of the finest examples of Hunky Punks to be found anywhere.


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The Church of St Peter and St Paul is the Parish Church of North Curry, it is a generously proportioned building for a village church, and is known locally as The Cathedral of the Moors. When first built, perhaps as early as the 9th century, the church would have stood on a promontory between marshland on all sides, extending from West Hatch to Athelney, before the land was reclaimed by drainage. 


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The views from here are truly spectacular, on a clear day, gazing out over a huge expanse of flat country it is possible to see Taunton Deane, the southern slopes of the Quantock Hills, the Brendons, the Blackdowns, the Mendips, the Poldens, and Exmoor. I find it easy to picture the spectral, nocturnal horde of The Wild Hunt sweeping across this landscape on Yule night, perhaps if you are courageous or foolhardy enough you may be able to view the spectacle from this vantage point.


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The Wild Hunt, led by Odin.
PictureHunky Punk, North Curry Church.
Hunky Punks of Pagan origin, unique to Somerset are a feature of North Curry Church. This one represents Lucifer in chains, struggling to free himself from the north west corner of the church, fleeing into the darkness of sun-down.

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Hunky Punk, North Curry Church.
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Hunky Punk, North Curry Church.
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Hunky Punk, North Curry Church.
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Gargoyle, North Curry Church.
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Gargoyle, North Curry Church.
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6/1/2018 03:08:11

It seems like your blog has a different style. As what other bloggers say, you are choosing the road less taken. It seems like your posts have dark themes. I don't have problem with that, but you can make it more friendly. That is one way of inviting readers. If you will creep your readers the moment they open your website, they will not read the articles you've written here. You will not be able to make a connection with your possible readers.

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6/1/2018 06:45:43

Thank you for your comments, all opinions are welcome here. However, I am bound to say that the site and it's themes are deliberately dark and creepy, and it is readers that enjoy these themes Wintermarsh street aims to attract. Those readers that do not enjoy this kind of subject matter may find something more suitable elsewhere. It is appreciated that you recognise Wintermarshstreet.com as dark and creepy, which is its aim.

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Undine
6/1/2018 13:10:17

I like the sound of these Hunky Punks, although in truth I prefer the gargoyles with their watery dispentions, though I have never seen either. We do not have them here.

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7/1/2018 03:20:01

I am pleased you enjoyed hearing of the Hunky Punks, I also like the gargoyles, which are far more common in the UK, however the Hunky Punks although not unique to Somerset, are found mostly here. As Somerset is my home, I suppose it is natural they should be special to me.Hunky Punks and Gargoyles will be a regular feature of the blog, so I hope you continue to enjoy them. You say that you do not have Gargoyles where you are, do you mind if I ask in which part of the world you live?

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    Sometimes one simply needs to get away. My neighbours, amusing as they sometimes are often re- awaken in me certain ‘urges’. Urges which invariably concern the use of greased wooden poles.

    Of course when I do have the opportunity to scamper off on a jolly jaunt, my ideal destination tends not to be ‘usual’.

    I prefer charnel house to manor house, gin palace to Buckingham palace, Bran castle to Windsor castle, boneyard to botanic garden. You probably discern the pattern.

    Therefore, fascinating as life on the strangest street in this sceptered isle may be, I thought readers might appreciate the occasional diversion further afield.

    It is my intention to regale you with tales of my light-hearted cadaverous caperings into the weird, the macabre and the unusual around the UK and (sometimes) beyond.

    Perhaps I may visit medieval buildings guarded by faithful gargoyles, graveyards and catacombs inhabited by the restless dead, extraordinary natural landscapes where pagan gods dwell, restaurants, pubs and hotels in unusual places, haunted by ancient denizens and hopefully run by mad chefs with mad ideas. I will not know until I get there. I can only say they will be places to replenish my essence and head off those pesky impaling urges.

    Tread with me if you will, paths less well known.

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