Robert Jones. Priest

October 1520

Tesni has been studying a little bit about holy wells in school and I remember my mum showing me a book called Sacred Places which mentioned these wells in Denbighshire and on one Sunday in the summer we visited one in Llanrhaeadr-yng-Nghinmeirch

We had Sunday lunch in the pub near by then went for a walk behind the Church of St. Dyfnog. It was a magical place but long forgotten. Ivy and moss had taken over where people would have once sat and talked, living out their lives hundreds of years ago like all the customers in the noisy pub we had just left. It would be great to see what this would have been like in its heyday.

When back in the time machine we set the dial to c1520 and held on tight! The machine landed us in some thorn bushes. Ouch, ouch, OOOUUCH!!!, we tried to keep our voices down as we clambered out of the machine because we could hear voices nearby. Just ahead of us we saw a motley selection of people queuing to bathe in a much cleaner looking well than I remember from our trip back in our own time and there wasn’t half as much moss. We noticed some of the people looking very ill indeed. Many had walking sticks and crude looking crutches made from thick branches and twine. Some invalids were even being carried by other people, possibly friends or relatives. These people must have believed the well could cure them because, from their accents, I could tell they had come from far and wide to visit this holy place.

Robert Jones

Sheltering under a tree was a kindly looking priest holding a box where people could donate something for the use of the well if they had any spare coins. Most were very poor but every now and again someone would throw in a coin or two.

Suddenly the priest looked over to us and caught my eye. He smiled and came over to where we were still crouching in the bushes. He introduced himself as Robert Jones and he looked very confused as he noticed our time traveling machine wedged in the bushes behind us and our appearance seemed to raise his eyebrows but he did not seem frightened. He invited us back to his cottage for some tea and we struck up a conversation. He was a friendly old soul and seemed very wise and was very easy to talk to.

He told us about his wish to create a magnificent stained glass window in honor of St Dyfnog. He knew a local craftsman but not anyone within traveling distance who could design such an elaborate drawing of his vision.

Suddenly Tesni had a marvelous idea! Why not pop back into the future, take a picture of the Jesse window at St Dyfnog’s Church which we knew already existed and take it to the printers to be enlarged. We said ‘leave it to us!’ to a surprised Robert Jones and off we went back to the future!

When we got back home we got a local printers to help us enlarge the photo to over 4ft. It looked very impressive. After some sleep we returned the next day excited as to what the priest would make of our gift. Well, he was thrilled with the design and blessed us and thanked us half a dozen times and gave us some more cake!