The road plunges down hill beneath a steep cliff
and it was here that King Edward I had a miraculous escape. He was at
Winchelsea to view the fleet, loading for his Flanders campaign, and approached
the top of the cliff, which was crowned only by a low earth wall. His
horse shied at a nearby windmill, jumped the wall, then with its rider,
disappeared down the precipice. Crowding horror-struck to the edge, the
townsfolk were in time to see the horse land a full thirty feet below
on the road, where it slid twelve paces, stumbling and staggering before
the King, still in his saddle "turned him round with the rein and rode
him straight up to the gate. When he passed through the gate the people
standing round were filled with great joy and wonder in contemplation
of the divine miracle by which the King was preserved." |
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by Melvyn Pett with the encouragement of the Mayor of Winchelsea Site hosted by BioMedical Computing Ltd |
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by Melvyn Pett © Winchelsea Corporation 2007 |