BY DEREK TURNER
‘Treasures on Earth – Buried Wealth in Landscape and Legend‘
Jeremy Harte, London: Reaktion, 2026, 292pps., £15
In his Anatomy of Melancholy, Robert Burton offers some sensible advice as one of his ‘Remedies against discontents’ – “Seek that which may be found.” Jeremy Harte’s subtle and finely written new book examines the countless Britons who have taken exactly the opposite approach.
Harte is a romantic and an indefatigable follower of tantalising trails, having written to excellent effect on the Devil in England, and the history of gypsies – and so feels empathy with the delvers and dreamers who from earliest history have hankered after treasures that are occasionally wonderfully real but much more usually imaginary. Rumours of hidden hoards speak to some of our deepest psychological requirements.
Treasure can be found, or visualised, in many places – burial mounds, castles, caves, churches, old houses, tunnels and under landmark stones. The Honours of Scotland were even concealed in a bed. Hoards have been envisioned as spectral specie guarded by demons, dragons (there are some 30 British placenames containing the root-word draca, dragon), fairies or monsters, only accessible to astrologers and ‘mystical sciencers’ – like the Elizabethan polymath John Dee, who tried to persuade the Lord High Treasurer to grant him a royal licence to hunt for caches guarded by such fearsome ‘kepars’. Traditionary treasure hunts almost always take place by night, tense events whose codified procedures are usually derailed by unnatural storms, strange lights or panic attacks, or when some searcher emits an excited oath just as the hoard hoves into view.
Hoards have also been seen as traces of vanished races, or mythologised individuals from King Arthur to the North Country bogeyman ‘Long Lankin’ – or more prosaically as the left-behind legacies of real-life despoliations and downfalls. The Dissolution of the monasteries and the Civil Wars left in their respective aftermaths countless rumours of secreted wealth, suggesting long-persisting sociocultural trauma. Buried treasures have also often been imagined in border areas, relatively plausible because of such regions’ turbulent pasts – suitably liminal locales for things themselves evanescent and uncertain.
Treasure’s potential presence in a landscape attests not just to a desire for actual wealth, but also our habit of investing hard earth with pleasant fictions. A fabulous hidden hoard can constitute a source of local pride, like the golden stag concealed somewhere near Llantwit Major which when found would allow the modest Glamorgan town to regain its early medieval eminence as Celtic Christian cultural powerhouse.
Hoards can also be symbols of non-temporal power. Treasure tales cluster in historically poorer or more remote districts, and in many of these stories ghostly guardians wishing to unburden themselves of guiltily got gains that are tying them to the earth select the virtuous poor as recipients of their eerie instructions, phantasms offering a chance of advancement in return for absolution. Treasure-tales have frequently been cautionary parables, affording moralisers agreeable opportunities to expound on the greed, gullibility or unscrupulousness of their fellow humans. Wealth has always been regarded as sniffily suspect, especially when its origins are opaque. It is hardly surprising that some troves were supposed to have been cursed. Treasure, Harte observes, “can never quite be cleansed from the blood and sweat that laid it in the ground.”
Treasures are sensationally unearthed – Mildenhall, Snettisham, Sutton Hoo – but much more often they are not, even when searched for systematically (or obsessively). This is hardly surprising, as most traditions are extremely vague, such as the Selkirkshire saying that the fabled “gowd” of Tamleuchar would be found “atween the wat grund and the dry”. Such discoveries as there have been have almost always happened accidentally.
Harte opens with one such incident in 1840, when the Cuerdale Hoard of silver was uncovered by workmen working on flood defences along the Ribble near Preston – 7,500 coins, 350 ingots and 1,000 fragments of buckles and jewellery – buried by retreating Vikings around 911, the largest early medieval hoard ever discovered in England. That part of Lancashire already had legends of buried treasure; there had been previous unsuccessful searches in and around Cuerdale (where Roman remains had been found), and there would be several more after 1840. Nearby Ribchester had famously disgorged an ornate Roman helmet in 1796 (now in the British Museum), which had seemed to bear out a local saying William Camden had recorded as long before as 1586 – “It is written upon a wall in Rome Ribchester was as rich as any town in Christendom”.
Many antiquarians saw such discoveries as suggesting that traditions about local hoards must have at least some basis in fact, although in many cases these ‘traditions’ were post-hoc confabulations. One example comes from Wales. The prehistoric gold peytral that was discovered in Mold in 1833 came from a hill whose Welsh name, Bryn-yr-Ellyllon, can be translated as ‘Hill of Goblins’, where it was said there had long been tales of golden ghosts glimpsed at night. But these traditions were not recorded until after 1833.
For obvious reasons, hoarding is usually carried out in secret, so it is difficult to see how it could lead to any tradition in the first place – whereas the excitement of finding treasure encourages people to see prefiguring patterns. If people really knew where treasure was stashed, they would almost certainly obtain it for themselves rather than talking about it to others. Almost all attempts at ostension – when traditions are subjected to tests – end in failure. Yet the allure never dims.
Treasure-hunting goes back a long way, and everywhere is fraught with contradictions. There was supposedly once a wayside stone near Damascus which bore the legend, “If you dig here, you will be sorry; if you do not dig you will be sorry also.” In Britain, there are eighth century runic inscriptions about hidden treasure in the Orkneys, and the contemporaneous Vita of Lincolnshire’s St. Guthlac records the traces of hopeful fossicks in the Fens. Gold glitters with the greatest lustre because of its scarcity. It was not used to make everyday currency – the Edward III noble, introduced in 1344, was the first relatively widely circulated gold coin – so was always associated with display, nobility, royalty and sacrality. Lost gold crowns are an especial leitmotif of lore, from King John’s crown allegedly lost in the Wash by way of the Crown of King Edward which vanished in 1649 to M R. James’s celebrated 1925 story A Warning to the Curious, about a legendary lost diadem of the Angles and its deadly custodian. Local saints were often imagined as sleeping in golden coffins, and the Holy Grail as a golden chalice. Buried gold is rarely seen as realisable riches, but more as a talisman and means of transmutation, all the brighter for being ultimately unobtainable.
For many treasure-hunters, the riches they seek often seem less important than their itch to search. Actually finding something could even prove anticlimactic. Anatomy of Melancholy to the contrary, seeking things which cannot be found may be a better ‘remedy against discontent’. As Charles R. Beard notes in his 1933 survey The Romance of Treasure Trove, “Treasure-hunting is like virtue; it is generally its own reward.” There are things hidden in the human psyche, we conclude, that surpass the wildest dreams of avarice.
Derek Turner is a novelist, reviewer, and the author of Edge of England: Landfall in Lincolnshire (Hurst, 2022). He has recently completed a book about English local identities.