An old postcard postmarked 1924

From Highways and Byways of Dorset, Joseph Pennell, 1914

The village of Upwey-the Upper Town on the Wey- affords an extraordinary instance of the value of a happy, if meaningless, title. Upwey is'one of the places of pilgrimage for the Weymouth holiday-makers. They come here in hundreds, mostly in coaches and wagonettes. The reason for their coming to Upwey is a spring there with the fascinating title of the " Wishing Well." It is to see the Wishing Well that the romantically minded pay their shillings for a seat in the crowded char-a-banc.

The well, as I remember it some forty years ago, was a spot of faint interest; its powers were ill-defined, and there was no particular ground for assuming that a wish expressed at Upwey would have especial advantage. The place is pleasant enough, in spite of the crowd, the swings, and the tea-gardens. A spring issues from the foot of a wooded bank, and, hurrying away under an avenue of trees, vanishes at the mill. A seat placed under two ridiculous stone arches has been erected for the benefit of the tripper. For the benefit of the villager, on the other hand, the following ritual has been introduced, which has proved to be more lucrative than a mere gazing at the waters.

The wisher receives a glass of water from the custodian of this Fons Bandusea, he drinks it with appropriate giggling, empties the glass by throwing the water over his left shoulder, and, most important of all, makes an offering of money to the keeper of the well. Folk of all kind go through this formula for the attaining of supposed ends-old men and maidens, young men and children. It is a curious spectacle for the twentieth century, even if it serves no more than to illustrate the magic of a pleasing name. The well is commonplace enough, but the name is charming. A like discrepancy between an object and its title is afforded by the " Golden Horn " at Constantinople, which is less picturesque than Wapping, and by the " Isles of Greece," which are the most scraggy and featureless of islands.

The village itself is very prettily placed under the shelter of the downs, but is slowly taking on the characteristics of a suburb. One of the earliest lords of Upwey was Ranulph de Baieux. In the time of Henry III. John Baieux left two daughters as his sole heirs. The King granted the marriage of one of them to Elias Rabayne, an eminent man of the period, who under colour of that grant carried the other daughter over the seas, so that he might seize the whole estate. The result did not come up to the expectation of the crafty EIias, for his estates were forfeited to the King as a punishment for his covetousness.

The old church of Upwey has been restored without being spoiled. It is of the type common throughout Dorset. A little of the ancient oak wainscotting remains, as well as a carved pulpit of the time of Charles I. In the chancel are three figures of saints in mellow wood, with which holy men are said to have decorated a still earlier pulpit. Among the three St. Peter is conspicuous. In one hand he holds the keys, in the other a book: He is clad in a furred cloak, which is coquettishly looped up SG as to show his breeches, stockings,  and smart shoes.


From a Ward Lock guide to Weymouth, published in 1938

Upwey, which lies in a prettily wooded valley. The road passes by the old Manor House, dated 1659, and the remains of ail excellent Tudor house, now called Bayard Dairy. The famous Wishing Well will be found at the far end of the village, by the church.

The pleasant old custom of wishing while drinking the ice-cold water offered by the villagers is still followed with solemn ceremony by most visitors, although the two picturesque old ladies in sunbonnets who used to serve it have been dead for some years. The well is surrounded and completely shaded by trees, forming a delightful dell, in refreshing contrast to the main Dorchester road. Simple refreshments can be obtained near the well. Strawberry teas are in large demand in Upwey in the summer.