Hwanan eart þū?

‘Wilcume’.

The first Saxon Society was founded in London by a rag-tag selection of ‘wreckers of mead benches’ who once served together, but it has no formal structure. If you have any ancestry at all from the wider-world of Beowulf, are happy to share a cup of mead with the same and warble Ænglisc, then you are already a member.

Begin your own chapter!

All we ask of our members is that on the second Saturday of every January, you feast mothers, wives, sisters and daughters for Modraniht, (mothers’s night) with a mead-sodden dinner in black tie or saxon dress and a recitation of Beowulf.

Our colours are those of the white dragon and the red dragon of the Historia Regum Britanniae. Drape your house, your hall, your hearth with these for Modraniht, and if you or your spouse can entwine arm or shoulders with embroidered saxon cloth and embellish yourself with saxon metalwork then so much the better.

It is the night when the Norns guide our fate, and womb and hearth must be honoured.

Toast your forebears, and continue your line! Wyrd bið ful aræd.