A few metres up Wellhouse Lane from Chalice Well, the White Spring emerges in a low Victorian brick reservoir building. Where Chalice Well runs rust-red with iron, this one runs milky white with calcium. The Victorian water board lost interest a century ago, and the cavernous interior has slowly become an unofficial pagan temple — candle-lit shrines to the goddess, the green man, and Brigid, water cascading over makeshift altars, the smell of incense and damp stone.
It is a strange, beautiful, atmospheric place that feels more sincerely sacred than many proper churches. The volunteers ask only for a small donation. Open from late morning to evening; check the times posted at the door. Bring a sweater — it is cold inside.