Warham camp is the best known and best preserved iron age hill forts in Norfolk. Hills aren’t that popular here, we like our sky to go right up to the edges of everything whenever possible, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist, it’s not the fens, those are flat. That said this and Bloodgate Hill aren’t exactly Maiden Castle, Dorset we aren’t, but it does still sit neatly on an area of high ground. In fact it sits on the edge of the River Stiffkey just up off the flood plain looking out across the valley, commanding some rather nice elevated views, some of which hasn’t really changed much in two millennia including the fort itself. Above you can see the Northern edge with the more contemporary entrance way cut through the banks and ditches.
The site is close to a barrow and in an area where there are ‘shrieking pits’ more on those at some point, there is also a suggestion that due to the local colloquial name for this of ‘Danish Camp’, that this could be some folk memory passed down and the camp was reused by the Danes who pulled up probably near Weybourne in their long boats and set up camp in the enclosure, I’m not aware of any physical evidence of this as the area remains largely uninvestigated, the platform not having been dug as far as I can work out.
There’s enough lightweight evidence to suggest looking at an area that is historically busy. The indications are that the site is late iron age, with evidence of Iceni involvement, which would fit with how it just uncomfortably into Roman times. It had a wooden palisade and walkway and would have not been quite so smoothed by time and weather, we’re looking at deeper ditches and higher banks. Sue White has done some rather excellent illustrations of how it would probably have looked which you can see by clicking here.
There are a couple of modern day curiosities about the place too, firstly the rather strange inclusion of a Holm or Holly Oak, a Mediterranean evergreen, which you can see in several of these pictures almost certainly introduced by either bird transmission or human transfer of a seed, the nearest examples being Holkham a few miles away. I’d love to pretend the Roman’s introduced its great great great grandfather, but if you want that kind of thing there’s that great Roman import; rabbits all around it, plus a few snail shells that could conceivably not be loocul. The other odd thing, that points out how much more we care about our antiquities these days (mostly), is the way that the river Siffkey was rerouted through the lower end of the fort by a Victorian farmer, ho hum. An interesting place, and you don’t need to take any atmosphere, on a cold winter afternoon with low angled tangent light it is a cracking place to have a wander around.
Lovely post about a magical spot.
There is an interesting ‘theory’ as to why there are so many Holm Oaks ( Quercus Ilex) around Holkham Hall and other grand estates. When the rich young people went on their Grand Tours in the 18th century (as the first Earl of Leicester did between 1712 and 1718) they would send back many valuable treasures from Italy and other European nations. Apparently, Holm Oak acorns were the packing material of choice for such treasures: as the trees grew in abundance along the Mediterranean coasts, the acorns were light and cheap, and they acted like mini-shock absorbers.
In other words, the acorns were the styrofoam pellets of their day but, unlike their modern replacement, they were environmentally friendly because, once unpacked, they could be fed to pigs or planted to create the beautiful avenues and woods we see now.
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Fantastic fact Huw, thank you.
When I was about 9 or 10, our school arranged for my class to spend a week at Wells Field Study Centre. Thirty years on, I still remember all the activities we undertook, one being a trip to Wareham Camp. We ran up and down the ditches and I recall the ramparts being very steep for little legs. The trip was one of those things that fired up my love of history, folklore and of course Norfolk. My most recent visit was a couple of year’s ago, when I showed the site to my husband. It was spring and the little lane to the fort was full of the white sprays of cow parsley. It’s still a beautiful and inspiring place for me.
More larnin’ done on the internet. Thank you for teaching me about somewhere I’ve passed by and never noticed. I’ll be looking harder next time.