Wistan was a Christian prince of Mercia who, in 849 A.D. was murdered by his cousin who coveted the throne. Families hey!
Legend has it that on 1st June every year human hair is reputed to grow through the grass in Wistow Churchyard. I've always meant to take time out and go and have a look but I've not made it yet.
Something to look forward to - I think!
From the church you can cross a little wooden bridge, go through a gate and into the fields. I love these fields. The River Sence winds through them although at certain times of year it is more like a stream than a river.
It does flood badly here though, (which is why burials ceased in the churchyard in 1873), and the the Sence really does look like a river at those times.
Sometimes there are sheep in the fields and in the Spring time you can walk amongst the bleating lambs. I love sheep - they are so soft and gentle, not like cows which are a bit too curious and space-invading for my liking.
Next to one of the stiles someone has nailed a piece of wood for form a bird table. There is often a sprinkling of seed placed there for the birds to feed upon. I often wonder who has done that and think they must be a very nice person!
In early Summer one of the fields is a carpet of buttercups which send your shoes yellow from their pollen and in the Winter time the wood on the opposite side of the narrow lane brims with snowdrops and aconites. At the top of the fields is the canal where you can wave to people on their narrow boats or those whizzing by on the train, as the main Leicester to London line borders the canal for a short way.
So I walk across these fields, sometimes talking to whoever is with me, sometimes exchanging a few words with another walker or their dog and sometimes thinking things through. I know that whatever life is throwing at me, I will feel better for coming here.
If I have a writing problem such as a plot which won't reveal itself or a character whom I can't quite get to grips with then this is definitely the place to come.
But I don't just save Wistow for testing times. Although I live in the City now, I am a country girl at heart and I need a regular dose of rural Leicestershire for my wellbeing. So I go to Wistow as often as I can and truly believe that I am a better person for it.
St. Augustine said "Solvitur ambulando" - "In walking it is solved".
For me, more often than not, this is true.