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Walking with the Ghosts of the Forest

21/3/2023

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“As I walk along this path, therefore, the steps of ghosts hover alongside my own, tracing out other paths beside me. They are ghost paths; the lines of dead legends haunting the landscape, their dim lineaments only faintly visible at the edge of possibility.”
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I volunteered to review this book, having met the author online quite by chance. It quickly became evident that we have many common interests, so when he mentioned that he’d just published a book, I was intrigued. Once my review copy was more-or-less in the post, Bill mentioned to me that the book is over 600 pages long.

I wondered what I had let myself in for.

As it turns out, I have not regretted my offer. In fact, I read Ghosts of the Forest cover-to-cover without feeling the need to skim sections and just pretend that I had read them. Like one of the author’s weekend hiking expeditions, the book draws the reader forward into a labyrinthine exploration of landscape, folklore, myth, and dreaming the gods of the Old North into life again.

This book is essential reading for anyone interested in those gods, even though, due to the tattered state of the evidence, most of its conclusions must remain tentative. Not that William A. Young is afraid of a bit of speculation, but it rarely gets too wild. He is generally well grounded and remembers to make those qualifying statements with regularity. I think it’s important to read the book in that spirit. If you go in looking for things to disagree with, you will find them, and if you go in determined to accept every suggestion, you could be misled. But if you read the book in the same spirit of curiosity in which it was written, you will come out with lots of useful leads.
“The ghost-paths never resolve themselves entirely into reality. They are trapped in the space of ‘perhaps’, existing as probabilities rather than certainties; Schrodinger’s wildcats, prowling between the trees. Behind them stalks doubt – the inescapable pursuer encountered on any journey into the history of the Dark Ages. It is a monster that must be confronted repeatedly in the course of any such journey, and it is a fearsome beast. It has devoured any number of academic reputations over the years, stoking controversies and destroying careers in the process.”
The Ghosts of the Forest is a rather contemplative piece of writing in which the author reminds us of old stories from a wide variety of sources, then tells us what he’s been thinking about those stories, and of his search for confirmation in the landscape. He draws his conclusions and defends them as best he can, but he mostly avoids dramatic claims of groundbreaking discoveries – except, perhaps, when a bit of that is warranted.

This isn’t 600 pages of Young trying to sell you his theory based on increasingly spurious historical references. It’s a lyrical trip through the landscape of Hen Ogledd both in time and space. Young needs to see the places that fascinate him first hand. He needs to touch them and spend the night in them. And he needs to approach respectfully, on foot. To make pilgrimage.
I walk some miles over open, empty heath. Distant rolling hills are all that can be seen on the horizon; in the nearer distance, further herds of sheep and wild goats are in evidence, grazing on the tall summer grass. The land is the definition of emptiness, devoid of human habitation, structures of any sort, even of trees. Pasture alone stretches away to meet the blue of the sky.
He takes the reader with him. His mile-by-mile descriptions of days spent traversing moorland and forest, clambering over tricky terrains and into steep valleys gives one a sense of being there along with him in real time. And when you get tired of walking, there’s always time to stop for a story. From Thomas the Rhymer to Owain, men and gods of the North take on new aspects as we look at their tales from vantage points other than our sofas and desks.
Yet, the search for an animistic god is only a part of this journey. There is another treasure to be uncovered here, another portion of the ancient inheritance of this land to be retrieved. This treasure lies concealed not in the destination itself, but in the process of reaching it. The act of journeying into the wilderness was not simply a means to reach a holy place - it was in itself a sacred act.
The stories Young draws upon are wide-ranging in type and origin. He’s happy to quote antiquarians like Scott, while recognising their faults. He understands the differing mills which have ground local lore, saints’ lives, and Arthurian romance into their historical shapes. Occasionally, I found his reasoning a touch flawed. He feels bound to look for Merlin’s sanity-restoring spring, but springs are much easier to find in the landscape of the rural North, than they are in native literature relating to Myrddin and Lailoken. That spring, like so many things we can easily start to believe are traditional, is a creation of that great Norman liar, Geoffrey of Monmouth.

Not that springs, wells, and fountains are unimportant in the native literature more generally. Like many of us, Young returns over and over to that well, spring, or fountain where we find Owain, Pryderi, and Cynon, having been directed there by a surly guardian of the forest. If this complex of symbols fascinates you, and yet you find that understanding it always ends in a cul-de-sac, then you may appreciate the fresh angle on it presented in The Ghosts of the Forest.
The sun breaks from behind the clouds, and the stones flash white. The warmth of the midday light brushes its hand over the moor, and the green ferns and brown heather tremble under its enervating touch. The sunbeams throw the little figure on the rock into stark relief, lightening the raised portions whilst pooling up shadow in the recesses. As they do so, they illuminate the landscape too, sending the gentler shadows of the clouds chasing across the face of the moor. Colours heighten and fade under their touch, stretches of moor and forest rippling into life and fading into darkness. All is motion - and yet, at the same time, stillness.
As the book progresses, Young slowly builds a case for the “dark man” or “guardian of the forest”, whom we know from Owain, being an echo of the Northern deity, Cocidius. In the process, he takes us on a tour of other sites which already have known associations with Cocidius, or for which he makes some well-reasoned arguments. He also brings the narrative romance Fergus of Galloway into this equation in an interesting way, ending not on Hart Fell, as Nikolai Tolstoy did in his Quest for Merlin, but further southeast on Caplestone Fell, where he finds some surprising and well-preserved ruins which have never been properly investigated, due, no doubt, to their location.
The ruinous state of the structure makes it difficult to guess at its original function. What is clear, however, is that it does not fall easily into any known category of building. This was the opinion of Kielder Forest's archaeological surveyor, and my own observations in no way contradict his. It seems likely that it was the source of the stones used in the construction of the curricks; if this should be so, it was clearly once a substantial building, certainly one large enough to qualify as a chapel. Or a temple.
This, for me, was one of the highlights of the book, but in a book like this, there are so many. If you are interested in the folklore of southern Scotland, stories of the Old North, or tales of the Northern Merlin, then you are likely to find frequent small rewards in this book. Nuggets of information, or old ideas combined in new ways.

This could be a much shorter book if Bill Young didn’t take us with him on his hill walks. But it seems to be while he’s walking that so many of his good ideas are brought forth. This gives the book a naturalness that wouldn’t be achieved in a more concise format. I did occasionally long for some kind of outline with lots of chapter headings, such as some of the old antiquarian and folklore books used to provide. (If you want to find things again in this book, my advice is to make notes.)
Another reason this book is so long is that Young takes the trouble to include full versions of many of the stories he draws upon, sometimes modernising the language a bit. This includes full re-tellings (sometimes quotes, where legal) of Thomas the Rhymer, the Colt of Kielder, Fergus of Galloway, Lailoken and Kentigern, and many other texts and folk-tales without which the reader might be unsure of their ground. This means that the reader doesn’t have to go hunting for the relevant texts.
    It was in a most handsome, beautiful chapel, in which there was no scrap of timber; it was rather entirely of marble and decorated with carvings. The doors were of ivory and the doorway gilded.
    In front of the entrance, was an amazing great churl: you never saw one so hideous. He was cast in bronze, and in his hand, to be sure, he held a huge, heavy steel hammer. If you had seen the churl, you would not have said otherwise than that he looked like a mortal man. ...
    Night and day the lion rests in that chapel. However, it quite lacks flesh and blood, skin and hair: instead, it is completely white, beautifully carved in ivory.
                                                                     - from the author's re-telling of Fergus of Galloway

Modernising language or translating some words in Scots poetry might be helpful, from the standpoint of accessibility. I’m less sure about the author’s decision to try to phonetecise the spellings of Welsh words. This gives us things like “Myrthin” for Myrddin and “Arvderyth” for Arfderydd. From experience, I find that such attempts are no guarantee that the reader’s pronunciation will improve, and also that this will grate on readers with even a basic grasp of Welsh. This is a quibble, I know, and certainly not grounds for avoiding the book.

Two recurrent themes are the author’s call for some of the sites he visits to be better investigated, archaeologically; and his arguments that some form of Pagan religion persisted for many centuries in the North – far beyond Roman Christianity, or even beyond the time of the evangelising saints. Of course, these two topics are not unconnected. Maybe, it would be nice if we could brandish some material proof which would advance the dates of the survival of ‘pre-Christian’ religion in the area. I certainly agree with the author’s instincts that this is the case, and he makes some excellent arguments for it. However, I think this needs to be weighed against the questions of disturbance, notoriety, and increased footfall to sites which currently exist in peaceful obscurity.

The Ghosts of the Forest is available on Amazon in the US and UK, or from the author’s website: inter-celtic.com
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John Bruce
27/7/2024 08:22:40 am

Dear Kris,

I hope I am able to make contact with you in this manner. I was unable to find a direct email.

I apologise for the length of this correspondence but, this is a long story which cannot be described fully even in this letter. The basic research is currently in the form of three large, unpublished, manuscripts;

Proto-Gaelic. Pictish Language Studies Part 1 The Pictish Ogham Inscriptions & Language
Proto-Gaelic. Pictish Language Studies Part 2 The Pictish Royal and Ecclesiastical Names & Language
Proto-Gaelic. Pictish Language Studies Part 3 The Pictish Toponyms & Language

It is deeply concerned with your Celtic interests and I’m hoping you might be able and willing to assist but not from a linguistic perspective.

I am 69 years old, a retired archaeologist, linguist and historian who studied Akkadian cuneiform and Biblical Hebrew under Prof. W.G. Lambert at the University of Birmingham in the 1970’s - 80’s. I was employed as custodian of Sutton Hoo prior to its excavation by Martin Carver.

Until a medical condition forced my early retirement I subsequently trained and worked as a psychotherapist for a British charity with women suffering from domestic abuse, latterly in the British National Health Service and finally with a charity with troops suffering from combat PTSD.

I have now recovered sufficiently to pursue answers to this ongoing linguistic enigma.

As briefly as possible, some 12 years past, and entirely by accident, I stumbled across the Pictish epigraphic orthography.

After transcription into the Old Irish literary orthography, this enables the transliterations of Pictish inscriptions made by Anthony Jackson, and his alone except where any others correspond directly, to be read coherently in three tranches of translation all conducted by eDIL, the online dictionary of the Old Irish language.

Although I have created a Pictish - Gaelic - Brittonic Lexical Concordance (that’s simple to read and would fascinate you!) the inscriptions and other sources correspond 100% only with the Old Irish lexicon.

Thus;

Morphemes that can be read immediately as an Old Irish cognate without transcription.
Morphemes that can be read immediately as an Old Irish cognate after transcription.
Anisomrphsims, being cognates of the Old Irish lexicon that share a pattern of identical consonants excepting variations between /d/ /t/ /th/ /dh/ and alveolars /c/ /ch/ /q/.

Such a process should be a linguistic impossibility. As a trained linguist I know you simply cannot read one language as another language, e.g., French as English, unless the two languages and the orthographies are related.

The ogham transliterations, their transcription and translation form a readily observed coherent linguistic pattern. It is this patterning that, despite repeated requests, academia has refused to address and attribute, rationally, to some other cause.

These graphemic studies demonstrate that the Pictish language can be read in accordance with the academically acknowledged, linguistic principles, of the Five Components of Language. Thereby;

Graphemes (the alphabet, the written form of phonemes that are spoken sounds) make
Morphemes (words and their grammatical elements) in a regular
Syntax (word order) that are
Semantically coherent and logical and descriptive of
Pragmatics within the context of the Pictish culture.

The process is incredibly simple, basic reading, and the results completely unanticipated. The inscriptions form distinct pragmatic, contextual, groups;

1. The ecclesiastical group (16) comprised of four sub-divisions;
a) The Body of Christ (5) - With Biblical reference to John 6:63, Galatians 5: 19-21, etc.
b) Doctrine and Contemplations (2) - Referencing Sola Fide.
c) Dedications to a Saint (6)
d) Proselytising inscriptions (3)
2. Epitaphs (4) - Including the recently discovered Coventry inscription.
3. The pagan inscriptions (2) - The Dagda and Cromm Dubh.
4. The Proclamations (7 in total) comprised of two sub-divisions;
a) The Shetland Group (4)
b) The Mainland group (3)
5. The talismans written on knife handles (4).
6. Obscure inscriptions (2), entirely comprehensible within the first three prerequisites of the Five Components of
Language but lacking sufficient text to demonstrate any certain pragmatic context.

There is no Old Irish linguistic morphology (grammar). Typologically, this presentation is characteristic of an isolating language with a morpheme to meaning relationship of 1:1. There are no plurals, genders, cases, adverbial or adjectival endings, no lenition, no inflectional morphology, etc. Nothing grammatically complex at all. It’s quite startling.

The patterning appears likewise throughout the corpus of royal, ecclesiastical and secular names.

Therein morphemes demonstrate, in keeping with Brédart, S (2017) The cognitive psychology and neuroscience of naming people. In: Neuroscience and B

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