Ingleby is a hamlet and civil parish in South Derbyshire, England, situated to the south of the River Trent on a rise between Stanton by Bridge and Repton. It is the location of Anchor Church, a small series of caves in the sandstone which were the homes of anchorites. The word Ingleby means 'Village of the English'. Nearby places include Stanton by Bridge, Ticknall and the Foremark Reservoir. Ingleby hosts the Ingleby Art Gallery, and the privately owned John Thompson public house. History Vikings erected 59 burial mounds in Heath Wood and the grave goods comprised remnants of swords and wire from Southern Sweden. In 1009 Æþelræd Unræd (King Ethelred the Unready) signed a charter at the Great Council which recognised the position and boundaries of Weston on Trent as it was given to his minister, Morcar. The land was listed as eight hides at Weston upon Trent, and a hide at Morley, Smalley, Ingleby, Crich and Kidsley. In the Domesday Book Ingleby is mentioned a number of times, for instance "In Ingleby are 3 bovates of land to the geld. Land for 4 oxen. The soke belongs to Repton. There 3 sokemen have 1 plough and of meadow and there is of water meadow." It is also listed under the lands of Nigel of Stafford along with Foremark, Ticknall and Ravenstone. Anchor Church Caves are beside the Old River Trent; there is a public footpath at the bottom of the crag (or at the top when the river floods in winter). The crag is over 100m long and up to 12m high and in a very attractive setting. The main feature is not the crag at all, but the Hermit's Cave (an anchorite is a hermit). This cave has been cut from the rock (Triassic conglomerate) and is complete with door openings and window holes; it is very unusual. The cave is very old, being mentioned first in 1648. The Old River Trent has an interesting history. The course of the river was altered artificially so that changed sides. This is commented on in Shakespeare's play Henry IV, Part 1. "Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here, In quantity equals not one of yours: See how this river comes me cranking in, And cuts me from the best of all my land A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out. I'll have the current in this place damm'd up; And