The Cotswold-Severns

05.03.2026

There is evidence that along the ridge of the Cotswold Hills from Somerset to Oxford are around 150 burial sites. Many of them have been lost in the ever changing landscape but some have stood the test of time. Two well preserved long barrows are sited close together on the Cotswold Way west of Nympsfield in Gloucestershire and one further north near Winchcombe also on the Cotswold Way.

Nympsfield Long Barrow is typical of the Cotswold-Severn type barrows and is easy to access with nearby parking off the B4066. A short walk brings you to the barrow with its curving funnel forecourt facing the east and two standing entrance stones. It was just possible to squeeze between them and on the other side was a cruciform layout of three small chambers open to the skies. There had been three excavations over a period of one hundred years, the last in 1974 with the discovery of multiple skeletal remains. The barrow dates back to the early Neolithic around 3800BC and was in continual use for about two hundred years. It’s renovation contains a mixture of modern manicured small dry stone walling with some of the original large upright slabs that would have had capping stones covered in an earthen mound two metres high. The western end no longer exists but would have tapered down to the edge of the ridge. At the time of construction there would have been stunning views down to the Severn flood plain.

Twenty minutes walk south along the Cotswold Way is the bigger burial mound of Uley Long Barrow or Hetty Pegler’s Tump, named after Hester Pegler who owned the land it stands on in the eighteenth century. It rises to a height of nearly four metres and still has a domed earth covering unlike Nympsfield. Again, the barrow is aligned to the east but it’s original footprint is still intact. As I approached the barrow the entrance passage came into view recessed into the mound with a large vertical slab suspended off the ground acting as a lintel. Below the slab was a metre high opening that allowed me to crawl into the antechamber. There were two square shaped chambers to my left and one at the end in front of me all divided by large uprights stained green and black by the dark damp interior. The two chambers to my right had been blocked off. The most astonishing feature here were the enormous ceiling slabs that ran the length of the passageway. Some of the burial chambers I had visited had had offerings place inside them but the only evidence of a contemporary presence was the odd scribing of initials on some of the uprights. As well as human and animal bones, pottery and a boar tusk pendant had been excavated. I walked around the perimeter of the barrow to find the mound had depressions on the sides and summit suggesting there might have been other ways in when it was built.

It left the barrows behind to head east to Michinhampton to find The Longstone. I had been intrigued by the character of this stone from photographs and was expecting to discover an ancient monolith that had been under siege by the elements for over five millennia. It too stands on high ground, not on Michinhampton Common as I had thought but tucked into a corner of a field to the south, with it’s own small private compound beyond a metal gate. At first sight it appeared to be solitary, but there were two other stones close to it, one integrated into a boundary wall and the other half buried in it’s shadow. Standing well over two metres high and a metre and a half wide, it’s entire surface was pock marked with eroded holes and recesses, some of which had worn through to the other side of it’s thin edge. Many of the holes had objects placed in them; fir cones, coins, flower heads and even a piece of scrunched up cloth. More than most stones I had faced there was a feeling of impermanence here, like the stone was slowly dissolving in ultra slow motion. There were stories of The Longstone having healing properties, so before I said goodbye to it I placed my hand in one of the holes. My well being had been sought at other stones and the placing of a hand or a lean into them had sometimes triggered vibrations. Whatever powers this stone possessed would be of benefit to someone, somehow, sometime.