Despite the fact that GG has lived here for over half a century, it’s much to our shame that we never actually made it down to St Crispin’s Cell until today.
Not exactly sure why, especially given that there were plenty of times over the years when we were within a Scholl’s throw of this perfectly formed little chapel.
When we did finally make it down this afternoon, the second thing that struck us – after that beautiful, perfect form – was the smell. It was as though Bob Marley had just farted.
And that’s when we noticed the three teenagers inside this sturdy little ruin, being highly creative with some Rizla. My first thought was that old St Crispin would be rolling in his grave. But then, I realise that that’s pretty much what these young Greystonians were doing.
Still, before the pics, a little history.
St Crispin was actually the patron saint of shoemakers – hence the Scholl reference, comedy fans – having come to some fame after Willy Shakespeare namechecked him in Henry V. Before you could say Holy Crocs, people were naming buildings after the man all over the place – including, it came to pass, in deepest, darkest Greystones.
Our small St Crispin’s Cell was built somewhere around 1530, and was most likely a chapel for the nearby Rathdown Castle. The latter, tragically, is no longer with us, although its stones may be, the most popular theory as to the castle’s disappearance being that it was scavenged by one Captain Tarrant, a rogue who deconstructed the castle so he could build his nearby farm. Which happens to be still standing, being the first building you meet as you enter from The Grove and into the field that houses St Crispin’s.
The castle may be gone – having been pretty much written off by the 1600s – but the chapel somehow survived, and is now protected by the state. Some tender loving preservation work by many locals have helped St Crispin’s Cell stand tall to this day.
Somehow, these plucky Greystonians even managed to dig up St Crispin’s original picnic bench, which is situated handily nearby, for those who might like to wile away an afternoon in this secluded spot.
One of the finest ways to begin or end The Cliff Walk – there’s an access point across the railway lines just 20 metres from The Grove entrance – St Crispin’s Cell is a little wonder. As these pics and de video prove.
Shout-out to Brian at Bear Creation for the incredible snow shot, above, taken on Sunday, March 18th 2018. Sweet as.
Now, go visit this local little wonder. Just watch out for those cosmic teenagers.
They just might try and sell you some magic beans. Or a 17th century picnic bench.
Now, go check out the October 2018 excavation of St Crispin’s Cell here.