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Upper Lambourn, as its name suggests, is the
hamlet just north-west of Lambourn village. It can claim evidence for some
of the oldest inhabitants of the parish, as the famous 'Seven Barrows'
stand in this area. Despite the name, there are actually about thirty-two
round barrows grouped together in a large prehistoric cemetery. They date
from the Bronze Age and have been found to contain high-status burials of
society's elite. One contained a ceremonial battle-axe and mace-head made
of antler. Another had gold and amber jewelry inside. Nearby is the
Lambourn Long-Barrow. One of only eight in the county, it is somewhat
older, dating from 3,400 bc. It was constructed of turf, indicating that
the area had already been deforested, and was used as a communal burial
place. At Maddle Farm much research has been done
into the nature of Roman farming practices. There
was once a simple villa there with a large agricultural estate based on long
narrow fields of the Roman type: 47 hectares of arable land with an
additional 850 hectares of pasture. It is estimated that this could have
supported between forty and eighty people (including a workforce of about
thirty). They apparently lived in the associated Roman village at Knighton
Bushes. Upper Lambourn had its own manor, owned by
the De Bathe family in the 13th century. Henry de Bathe was notorious for
being a corrupt judge. He is known to have taken many bribes and, in land
dispute, often passed judgment in his own favour. He resided quite often
at Up-Lambourn Manor and, in 1240, gained permission, from the Dean of St.
Paul's, to built a private chapel there. This survived until the reign of
Queen Elizabeth I, when it is recorded as being in ruins. From the De
Bathes, the manor was inherited by the De Bohun Earls of Hereford. Not
surprisingly, they were rarely seen there. By the 1600s, it was in the
hands of the Essex family from Lambourn proper. Near the junction of two tracks, just north
of the hamlet, sits one of Berkshire's three 'Hangman's Stones'. It
probably marks the site of an old crossroad gibbet, but an old legend says
otherwise. Apparently a young sheep-stealer sat down here for a rest
whilst carrying his ill-gotten gains on his shoulders, feet tied with a
rope across his throat. While he slept his grip loosened, the sheep
struggled and the sword of justice fell! |
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