|Straight out of Compton (Martin, that is)|
Eventually, Wulfric set up a cell next to St. Michael's Church in Haselbury Plucknett. He was exceptional, even among anchorites, for his mortification. He wore chain mail over his hair shirt, just for extra chafing. He recited his entire Psalter in baths of icy water -- I'm not sure how long that would take, but we're talking multiple psalms and hymns.
|Hunting wasn't always fun -- see The Bonnacon|
Wulfric's reputation spread. Kings Henry I and Stephen both visited him for prayer and counsel. Stephen is said to have visited more than once, but since he was pinned down in a civil war against the Empress Maud, he had good cause to cultivate friendships with holy men.
|much more civil here|
Wulfric's cell was a popular pilgrimage destination for centuries. So too were the Church Ales, which were basically keg parties organized by the church as fundraisers. They were wildly popular until that Wettest of Blankets, Oliver Cromwell, came to power and shut them down.