Wales
A spring where pilgrims have bathed for thirteen centuries, under a vaulted chapel.
People have come to bathe in this spring, without a break, for more than thirteen hundred years. St Winefride's Well at Holywell, in north-east Wales, is the one site in Britain whose public pilgrimage has run unbroken that long, and the water still rises into its star-shaped stone basin beneath a vaulted ceiling before spilling into the outdoor pool.
The story is a seventh-century one: around the year 630 a chieftain called Caradoc pursued Winefride, struck off her head, and where it fell a spring broke from the ground; her uncle, the abbot Beuno, restored her to life, and Caradoc sank into the earth. Cadw notes the tale may carry far older, pagan roots, which is the honest way to hold it. What is not in doubt is the building: a chapel of elaborate stone over the basin, a Grade I listed building and scheduled monument, and a pool below where bathing is still permitted at advertised times. From the well, Greenfield Valley drops towards the Dee estuary through seventy acres of industrial history, three lakes that once powered copper works and cotton mills, and the ruins of Basingwerk Abbey at the bottom. Holywell is a small town, and the visit is a quiet one; it belongs on the list because almost nowhere else in Britain lets you step into a rite that has simply never stopped.
Solo
Arrive when the well opens, sit by the basin, then walk the valley down to the abbey and back.
Couple
The chapel and pool in the morning, lunch at the Mill on the Hill, and the mill lakes of Greenfield Valley in the afternoon.
Family
A legend with a beheading in it, a pool people still bathe in, and a heritage park with a farm and lakes at the bottom of the hill.
Lunch at the Mill on the Hill, the café a few minutes' walk from the well, before the walk down the valley to the abbey.
Tea and cake at the Green Pea Café near Greenfield Valley, where the lakes that once drove copper works and cotton mills now hold ducks.

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