So
sang Earth Wind and Fire in their disco banger, Fantasy, and it was off
to a land called Phantassie that I headed today. Well, when I say land, I mean a couple of
fields and a farm. I also wasn’t seeking
the impossible goal of victory and liberty, but rather was looking to find a
luxurious dwelling house for pigeons.
Strolling
past and over the River Tyne, I made my way down through Phantassie on a gentle
path that led me through some fields to the Doocot. Around me birds sang, and a gentle wind made
the wires on the telegraph poles hum in a low meditative way.
So,
you may wonder, how did Phantassie get its name? Some say it comes from the Gaelic for a gentle
and damp slope, but as Gaelic was not really spoken around here that seems
unlikely. Others say that it is a made
up name coming from the French ‘fantaisie’ (fantasy) and point out that in 1654
the area was recorded as Trapren. By 1800 it did however have the name
Phantassie, which was sometimes spelt with a ‘ph’ and at others with an ‘f’.
Arriving
at Phantassie Doocot I found it to be quite a strange looking little building, with
one side having the appearance of a series of concrete collapsed hats designed
by some brutalist architect, and the other, with its sloping tiled roof and
entry holes looking more like a little fortress.
The
Doocot was built sometime in the Sixteenth Century and is a Beehive Doocot with
five hundred nesting places inside. It
is unusual in its design in that it has a horseshoe parapet with a sloping
south facing roof that would protect the birds from the wind. This is a design that was popular in the
south of France, so it may be that the designer or builder had some connection
there.
Doocots
or Dovecotes were introduced to Britain by the Normans in the Eleventh Century
and were basically buildings designed for pigeons to nest in. These nesting houses were not built for
altruistic reasons, but rather that during the winter months pigeons were seen
as a good source of fresh meat. By
building a place for hundreds of them to gather and nest it made it easy to gather
them, and their eggs, up to eat.
There
was, of course, one big problem with the pigeons in the Doocots, and that was
the amount of grain they could eat. Something
that didn’t bother the landowner who owned the Doocot, as he got the plump
juicy birds to eat, but his tenant farmers would often have to watch in despair
as the pigeons munched away at their crops.
While
watched by some nesting pigeons, and a couple of inquisitive crows, I left the
Skulferatu that had accompanied me in a gap in the stonework of the Doocot.
The
coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are -
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I
used the following sources for information on Phantassie Doocot –