History
              The Romans settled; The Pax Romana endured. One Roman built his 
                villa just north of Nunney under the shoulder of a shallow slope. 
                It is tempting to imagine his peaceful rural existence, perhaps 
                married to a British wife, contented in his exile, watching the 
                changing skies of Mendip. Little remains today to mark the site, 
                but excavations in the last century revealed an interesting mosaic 
                pavement or floor, many sections of which were removed by keen 
                amateur archaeologists to decorate their cottage dwellings – fortunately 
                not before a coloured diagram was made.
                The site was re-excavated in 1958. The most notable finds on this 
                occasion were the skeleton of a child of about three, and a number 
                of coins, most of them bearing the head of Constantine, the 3rd 
                century emperor who founded Constantinople.
                It was almost four hundred years after Vespasian’s advance before 
                the sun of Imperial Rome finally sank. It had been setting for 
                some time, and in 410 A.D. the last of the legions ingloriously 
                withdrew and the land was left, undefended, to fall victim to 
                rapacious invaders from across the North Sea. The fading civilisation 
                quickly declined into the long lawlessness that historians know 
                as the Dark Ages, when man said that Christ slept. In a gesture 
                of futile defiance the descendants of the old Belgae rose against 
                their Germanic invaders, but were defeated at Penselwood by King 
                Cenwalh and his West Saxons, and the region was over-run by barbarians, 
                ‘Having no music, or poetry, Only uncouth tales of old heroes…’
                The cries ceased, the smoke of burning dwellings eventually cleared, 
                and out of the terror and despair of that long darkness, light 
                emerged: the Saxons, who had wantonly and brutally destroyed so 
                much that was orderly and good, settled and mellowed in their 
                turn, and now, for the first time, names appear: Truttoc gave 
                his name to Truddoxhill; Wita to his enclosure or ham at Witham; 
                Waendel to Wan’s tree or Wanstrow, and of course, Nunna himself, 
                the old chief, to the local settlement.
                Nunna was, no doubt, a man of power and importance, as the survival 
                of his name Indicates. After the defeat of the slopes of Postlebury 
                of the last British uprising, Nunna and his folk settled by the 
                stream, cultivated the land, and no doubt cleared the tracks which 
                led to Whatley and Frome, and which had probably become overgrown 
                since the Roman departure. Their simple huts of wattle and daub 
                would have been conveniently located near the stream, and here 
                in the long dark evenings they would doubtless gather round the 
                fire, and tell stories of ‘battles long ago’ while the wind swirled 
                the smoke and the wolf howled in the neighbouring woods.
                Here, too, under the persuasive oratory of St. Adhelm, they were 
                probably converted to Christianity, and settled comfortably to 
                their own confident permanence.
              