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Owdo me owd butties, we dunna get to see many lions in Shropshire, mebbe owd Scriven had summat to do with that…

Once upon a time,and a long long time ago, possibly around 1320 (that’s the year not the time), owd Scriven, (we dunna know his real name as it has bin (been) lost in the mists of time) but he was possibly frum (from) the family of Sir John de Lee of Langley or failing that nearby Frodesley) had set out frum Brompton on his way to visit his ladylove who lived in the nearby village of Eaton Mascott. As he was reaching the stile at Banky Piece, he heard a ferocious roar (possibly) and was attacked by what was known as the “terror of the neighbourhood” a great big beast of a lion. Now fortunately for owd Scriven he never left whum without his mighty sword which he swung at the lion, only in retaliation like, and after what we can only assume must’ve bin a terrible long battle he overcame the poor owd beast, slicing it into two halves.

Now the gud folk of Shropshire were so grateful that the lion had bin slain they honoured Scriven with a truly sebunctious wooden effigy. Carved from a single piece of finest English oak and six foot two inches long, possibly the work of a London workshop. Dressed in 14th century armour which has given rise to the theory that he was a knight templar, legs crossed, spurs and fit (feet) resting on the battered lion couchant, his yed (head) rests on two pillows and Scriven’s cheek shows the lion’s scratch marks where his cheek was rent asunder during their epic battle. The fact that his plate armour is surmounted by a jupon or surcote is unusual as it was generally disused at that period.

Finally at peace his effigy now rests in the Lady Chapel beneath an arched recess in the south wall.

Well, that’s enough of my owd chunnerins, thank’ee to anyone who has read this far, and dunna forget to please get in touch if you have any more Memories of Shropshire that you would like to share. Okay, run along now and play nicely. – shroppiemon