The Dode Times

What an incredible evening celebrating Litha with such wonderful people in the magical surroundings of the Lost Village of Dode. From the awe-inspiring owl display to the laughter and friendly competition of the tug of war, the night was filled with fun, connection, and unforgettable memories. We were also delighted to unveil our symbol of Spirit, the Dodecahedron, marking a special moment in the evening, alongside a unique Nordic recital that brought an extra touch of myster

A story, a question, (and many idioms). Here’s a funny story; at least I think so, well I really don’t have any alternative! For more years than I care to remember I gave talks about Kentish history throughout the county, and it was natural that when I purchased Dode I should include its history in my schedule. Although I no longer do this, I still, (along with a number of other talks in aid of our charities) give a couple each year in the church itself. Towards the end of th

As the sun lifts over the hill, the silence of Dode gathers around us, not an emptiness, but a listening. Here, where the world once folded in on itself and a village slipped into memory, we return again, as if answering a call we half‑remembered. Beneath this earth, within the holly barrow, our ancestors keep their long vigil. Not watching, but accompanying a presence felt the way one feels a path beneath the feet before seeing where it leads. The grass still carries the las

For a little place in the middle of nowhere, that was empty and alone and unloved for 650 years, it’s a busy, beautiful Beltane. Celebrations started as the sun set on Beltane Eve - guests spread across the meadow where both Holly Henge and of course the Church both played their magical part. The Henge was the focal point for dancing and mayhem provided by the WolfsHead and Vixen Morris side and the Church , the backdrop to Kensei Taiko, the Japanese Drumming Group, whose thu

Dode is a place of a million stories, I’ve said it before and no doubt I’ll say it again! Here’s another: It was a January evening in 1995 or perhaps ‘96, Colin and I were sitting quietly chatting in the dimly lit church, a few candles providing the only illumination (no electricity yet) when there was a gentle knock on the new door. Surprised, because we had heard no vehicle pull up, I opened it to meet, for the first time, a young man who was to become a regular, and now pe

From an idea, to a (big) plank of wood in my driveway, a couple of maquettes, a question designed to maintain domestic harmony and a jumble of timber In Jack’s Axework Arts workshop. To this beautiful table. Its sheer size sets it apart; made of a single piece of good English Oak, the top measuring almost three inches deep, on sturdy oaken legs, and weighing a ton, it’s designed to last for at least 200 years. The idea is for our smaller celebrations to enjoy, if they wish, t

Here’s a little throwback to a few weeks ago, at Imbolc (1st.of February for those who haven’t yet got used to the way we acknowledge and celebrate the passing of time at Dode). Perhaps Imbolc, is the ‘pausing point’ on the Wheel of the Year that offers most promise - the rain did nothing to dampen everybody’s spirits as we gathered to wake up our tiny orchard area. Illuminated by flaming torches, accompanied by drumbeat and shouts of ‘Wass Hail’ the trees could have been in

Today I did something this is eagerly anticipated each spring, I returned our Tree of Life to Dode following its annual trip to the engravers. The tree carries the names of all those who have chosen this special place to mark and celebrate important milestones in their lives. Be it welcoming a new life, a marriage, or saying final goodbyes, these ‘Rites of Passage’ are something that we all need. When we built Holly Barrow there was much discussion as to wether the names of t

In a quiet corner of the Kent countryside, where the breeze rustles through wild grasses and the birdsong is older than memory, lies a place that has always felt touched by the sacred. The Lost Village of Dode—cradled by the North Downs and wrapped in legend—is a haven for those seeking something ancient, something meaningful, and above all, something beautifully real. And now, Dode offers something entirely unique: Holly Henge, a solemn and sacred circle of ancient stones ne

Most fairy stories begin with ‘Once upon a time’. It’s a lovely opening line but it’s all a bit vague isn’t it? Here’s a story that’s isn’t about fairies (although I imagine they could well have the same problems) and a time line that isn’t in the least bit vague. In this promised tale of 700 years ago we know the actual days involved (thankfully not of the cause, but certainly of the effects!) But it’s such a good beginning that I’m going to use it anyway. Grab a cuppa and e

Here are 5 facts you may not know about Handfasting ceremonies at Dode. 1. Handfasting ceremonies predate Christian wedding ceremonies. Handfasting ceremonies were first documented almost 9,000 years ago, in Ireland. The Celtic tribes would symbolically join a couple using cord, ribbons or plaited cloth. The couple would declare their intention to marry in front of their families and the tribal elders. Some tribes would regard this as the full wedding, others had an engagemen

Deep in the North Kent countryside is a small ancient building with soul, it is all that remains of the village of Dode. The structure was built in 1100 and was once a place of worship for the villagers of Dode. In 1349 the Black Death swept through the village and wiped out the community. Without a congregation the small church was abandoned, never to be used for regular worship again. The church stood empty for centuries falling into ruin until it was bought by a local arch