Hobs & helpers · Oxfordshire
Wayland, the Invisible Smith
Wayland's Smithy, on the Ridgeway near Ashbury, a mile west of the White Horse
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Along the top of the downs runs the Ridgeway, said to be one of the oldest roads in Britain. About a mile west of the White Horse, in a clump of trees beside the track, there's a long mound edged with great grey stones. At one end, three big flat stones stand on their edges, and a fourth lies across the top of them like a roof, making a little dark room you can step into out of the wind. The country people called it Wayland Smith.
Here, they said, there once lived a smith whom nobody had ever seen.
If you were riding along the Ridgeway and your horse cast a shoe, there was no need to limp all the way down to the village forge. You led your horse to the stones and left it there, with a coin set down beside it. Then you went away for a little while. When you came back, the money was gone, and your horse had a new shoe.
His price, people said, was sixpence. And unlike every other workman in the land, he took offence if you offered him more.
But an invisible smith can't stay invisible for ever. In the end, so an old shepherd's song tells it, he was found out. Then he blew up the place and flew away. He went off to Devonshire, full of sorrow, and never came back. Job Cork, who kept sheep on White Horse Hill for fifty years, told it like this:
They say that in this cave did dwellA smith that was invisible;At last he was found out, they say,He blew up the place and vlod away.To Devonshire then he did go,Full of sorrow, grief, and woe,Never to return again…Job Cork, shepherd of White Horse Hill, as printed by Thomas Hughes in 1859
The stones are still there. If your bicycle gets a puncture on the Ridgeway, you might try leaving it there with sixpence. Only don't put down a shilling.