Sea Maidens at Durdle Door

Lulworth Castle, the magnificent home 
of the Weld family, was destroyed by fire in 1929 and amidst the tales of woe from the inhabitants came another strange 
story, that all the  maidservants had mysteriously disappeared. 

They were never seen again after the 
night of the fire and the local story has 
it that  all twelve of the young girls had 
gone for a walk along the cliff path to 
Durdle Door and had been washed 
into the sea from the forty foot high arch 
of the rock.

A former naval commander living in retirement at Poole recounted his 

experience back in the 1930's off the coast of Lulworth when a wild crescendo 

of screams tore the night air. 

" I leapt up the companion ladder, my throat scalding with fear. Desperately I sought to

penetrate the wall of darkness to the north, frantically searching to divide water from shore as the shrieking inferno raged about me. Then the screaming stopped as abruptly as if the waters had quenched it for ever and a small evanescent form rose on what I could just distinguish as the foreshore, not two hundred yards from my boat. It was the figure of a child. As it developed substance I saw it was a young girl. Her white expressionless face jerked awkwardly in a macabre dance, soon she was joined by another, and another. At once the foreshore was peopled with ten or a dozen girlish wraiths prancing and leaping in a mournful travesty of a childhood game. They were a ghastly spectacle and utterly joyless. Suddenly the figures were still as if restrained by a noiseless command, grew faint and were gone. I forced my eyes to stare harder but the curved foreshore was empty."

There are many legends of strange sea creatures along the coast of the South West of England such as the Veasta. This is a  large sea creature, part seahorse, part fish.

It has been spotted swimming off Chesil Beach near Portland numerous times. The first documented report was in 1457, it was seen again by the historian Rev John Hutchens in 1757,and was seen again in Church Ope Cove on Portland in 1965.

The remains of a strange creature was washed up on Burton Bradstock beach just a few miles down the coast in the 1980's and it was believed at the time to be the Veasta.

Another strange oddity found around the Cornish coast is the Whooper of Sennen Cove 

which makes a whooping sound from inside a thick cloud of mist. It would 

appear in clear weather over the cove signifying a severe storm was approaching.

It had the power to stop any fisherman from passing through the cloud of mist to 

the sea when a storm was imminent.

The Whooper deserted the cove when two fishermen, determined to get to the fishing 

grounds, beat their way through the mist with flails. They should have

heeded the whooper’s warning  because neither were seen again!

Falmouth has  its own resident sea monster called Morgawr ( Cornish for Sea Monster).

There have been many sightings since 1926 and is  described as having  a  stout body with a very long neck and black smooth skin like a seal lion. The local fishermen always blame a poor catch and bad weather on sightings of the monster.

 Locals believe that the monster only appeared after a German submarine U28 torpedoed a British merchant ship during W WI with loss of all on board. The creature was reported to have been at least 60 feet long shaped like a crocodile with webbed feet and a powerful tail.

There have been numerous sighting since and one man claimed to have taken a photo of the Morgawr lying in the water off Mawnan. The stretch of coastline between Rosemullion Head and Toll Point is known  as Morgawr’s Point due to the many sightings along this stretch of the coast.

A skeleton of what some people believe to be a Mawgawr was found washed up on  Charlestown beach near St Austell in 2017.

The old saying ‘ an apple a day keeps the doctor away’ shows that our forbears knew 

what they were doing as the apple is a natural remedy for the stomach; aiding digestion 

and keeping the bowels regular! It is also good for the heart.

The bark can be used as a tonic and a stimulant, it will also help reduce fever.

To use the bark strip a small piece of bark from an apple tree,but  be careful not to 

ring the tree as you might kill it.

Boil the bark in water for 15 minutes and leave to infuse overnight. 

Take 1-4 fl oz 100-150 ml of the infusion daily. 

Boiled or roasted fruit will help with burn marks and it can be applied to sore eyes.

There are many superstitions 

surrounding apples and orchards, 

these beliefs were taken 

seriously in earlier days: felling 

an apple tree would bring the death

 penalty as it was believed to bring 

bad luck.

Apple blossom must not be brought 

into the house as it will bring 

sickness and the evil influence, 

and if blossom appears on a 

tree late in the season it 

foretells a death in the family.

‘A bloom on the tree when the apples are ripe,

Is a sure termination of some ones life.

The apple symbolises fruitfulness so barren women would roll on the 

ground in orchards in an effort to conceive, 

they also believed that wearing pieces 

of bark pinned to their clothes would 

bring them a child, and if it 

was good year for apples then 

they could expect to have twins.

The main tradition of the orchard is the 

custom of wassailing the apple trees 

during the winter months. 

This is still prevalent today and has been revived in many 

country areas.

The owner of the orchard, along with friends,  gather in the orchard singing, firing shotguns into the branches and beating the trunks with sticks to drive out the evil spirits to ensure a good crop for the coming year.

Cider is drunk from the wassailing bowl which contains hot spiced cider, lumps of apple and pieces of toast.

The remains from the bowl is poured over the roots as an offering to the Apple Tree Man, and the cider soaked toast is placed in the forks of the trees.

‘Old Apple Tree we wassail thee, and happily thou wilt bear,

For the Lord knows where we shall be,

Till apples another year’

Thomas Hollis buried with his horse

There is a tale in the small village of Corscombe, Dorset that an eccentric 

eighteenth century landowner Thomas Hollis is buried beside his favourite horse.

Hollis, English political philosopher and author, is principally remembered 

as a great benefactor to American colleges, especially Harvard, sending 

donations and numerous books.

He had attached himself to no religion and his one abiding belief was that  

had an immutable right to hold any religious belief that he wished. A rationalist who 

saw the fight for a free society in the American colonies as the major contemporary 

world event that had the potential to advance the human mind.

Now back to the horse...

Hollis died on 1st January 1774 (apparently after collapsing in one of his fields) and 

the horse was shot shortly after. They were both lowered into a ten foot hole in 

the middle of a field on the appropriately named Harvard Farm.

This followed the strict instructions he gave, down to the immediate ploughing over 

of the field so that no trace should remain of his burial place.

 Harvard Farm is close to the Sutton Bingham Reservoir and was at that time  

211 acres and sixth in size of his properties and which he was personally managing 

at the time of his death. 

The names of the fields his colonial interest such as New England field, Boston, 

Mayhew Cotton, Massachusetts and so on. 

The field Massachusetts tenuously retains its name in away as the farmers refer to 

it now as ‘Massy Field.’

Although he only spent four years in the village he has had great effect on 

the area, undertaking extensive repair to the local church. 

An eccentric man who when he lost his home because of a fire he walked out saving 

only one thing – his portrait of John Milton. 

The Witch of Affpuddle in Dorset

‘Her evil wish that had such pow’r,

That she did meake their milk an’ eäle turn zour,

An’ addle all the eggs their vowls did lay ;…

The dog got dead-alive an’ drowsy,

The cat vell zick and woulden mousy ;

An’ everytime the vo’k went up to bed,

They wer’ a hag-rod till they were half dead’

A Witch by William Barnes

A  clergyman, the Rev William Ettrick, Rector of Turners Puddle and Vicar of Affpuddle was left in no doubt about a witch called Susan Woodrow powers. ‘I was once incredulous about the power of witchcraft, but have no doubts remaining,’ wrote the Rev.

It had all started so promisingly, when Ettrick hired Woodrow to work in his garden at 

Turners Puddle. She was said to have green fingers and Mr and Mrs Ettrick ‘rejoiced’ at the appointment. But their rejoicing was short-lived. Just four days after Susan’s arrival, the 

young and previously ‘hard and healthy’ horse that carried the rector around his scattered 

parish fell seriously ill. It was the first of several ailments for the poor creature, which died eight months later. I suspect that farrier John Adler’s dubious potions contributed more to the horse’s suffering than anything Susan Woodrow could cook up, but Ettrick thought differently. Despite admitting that Adler’s ‘poisonous Hotchpotch ointment’ had blistered the horse’s throat to the point that it could not eat and also ruined its lungs, he later paid his bill and ‘relieved him of the blame of killing the horse’, which he now ‘attributed to an evil influence’.

Meanwhile, all was not well in the garden that Woodrow was employed to tend. In April 1804 

Ettrick noted the failure of his grass seed, while on June 6 he complained that the higher 

garden was ‘still unplanted with potatoes’. This was hardly Susan’s fault, as the poor woman 

had been ‘long time hindered by sickness’. She planted the potatoes as soon as she returned but 

this was not the end of the matter. The potatoes sorted and stored by Woodrow for the winter

 became rotten whereas those ‘thrown up by ourselves in a careless manner as being less valua-ble’ were ‘quite sound and good’. The lost spuds had cost them £3.

Other produce fared even worse. The seeds of broad clover and sainfoin yielded ‘not a single plant’ between them, despite being fresh and well raked in. The bed of savoy cabbages and pars-nips also ‘failed entirely’, as did the raspberries and indeed ‘most of the gardening done by her at two shillings a day and drink’. It may be that Susan was no better at gardening than John Adler was at curing horses, but Ettrick was not convinced. ‘Everything she touched affords fresh re-membrances of her malignant and diabolical influence,’ he wrote in his diary.

Other alleged victims of Woodrow’s ‘satanic influence’ included six gallons of vinegar, which ‘failed unaccountably’ to turn sour; a dog’s death; and a pig’s sickness. The bizarre irony of his own words is lost on Ettrick when he comments that the ailing pig was ‘killed to prevent it dying, and salted for food’.

On 22 July 1804, Elizabeth Ettrick gave birth to the couple’s fourth child. The event was attended by five women with Susan Woodrow as midwife. The baby boy had a ‘peculiar and most vexatious illness’, which required 24-hour care. Ettrick likened the condition to a ‘demonical possession’, which had begun ‘immediately after the child was snatched from his mother’s arms by a hag and reputed witch’. 

To counter her work, Ettrick tied a charm, inscribed with sacred words, around the baby. The remedy had an immediate and ‘wonderful’ effect, bringing about a ‘sudden and entire peace, and healthy symptoms in all respects’. The baby’s recovery coincided with Susan’s absence for two weeks. When she returned, the child suffered a relapse.

‘We have reasons very strong and many to ascribe to this ill-looking and worse-tempered wretch: the sufferings of this child, the curse upon the horse, etc,’ wrote Ettrick. ‘She has often dropped expressions that excite great suspicion and express pleasure  trouble, saying it was right, and as it should be, with a malignant grin, but never once offered the bare civility of wishing the child better, which is most surprising, so much as we have befriended her.’

The Ettricks resolved to sack Susan but delayed for weeks. What prompted William finally to act was a dream in which an ‘ill-omened black-looking bird’ flew around the parlour and pitched on his head. With great difficulty against its ‘hideous cries’ and attempts to hurt him, he wrung its neck, yet even the cat refused to touch it. Ettrick believed this symbolised ‘our final victory and the truth of our suspicions of what she was – not meat even for a cat’.

Woodrow was sacked on 4 January 1805 but refused to accept her dismissal, returning later to ask what she had done wrong and try to ‘worm herself into our good opinion’. If Ettrick believed this was the end of the matter, he was to be disappointed. In the last diary entry that we are aware of in September 1805, he reported the mysterious ‘dwindling away’ of the family’s bees, ‘Susan having had her hands on them last year’. Whether her influence contributed to William’s decision to leave his parish three years later, we cannot be sure. 

History records that Ettrick was a keen diarist and kept numerous papers and accounts, the family also records that some of these papers were placed within a large glass bottel and passed down through the generations. The bottle remained sealed for 100 years until it was given to the Dorset History Centre in Dorchester where it was opened to reveal the personal accounts within.

Disappearing Hedgerows

Britain’s hedgerows are an important part of our countryside not only for the wildlife but also for the diversity of flora that can be found in these micro environments but the folklore which is part of our heritage is in danger of being lost as well. These oral traditions have been passed down through the generations and usually safeguarded by the housewife who would have turned to the hedgerow for food and for medicine. The more everyday ailments could be treated by a quick visit to the hedgerow. Having just rudimentary medical knowledge this herbal lore was indispensable for the families well being and would have been used in many different ways, both herbal and culinary, with a wealth of folklore for each plant.

The superstitions and charms surrounding the plants were also an important part of their lives and governed many of their everyday actions. The seasons of the year were celebrated using these plants and in some cases performing a central role in the celebrations.

May Day which harks back to pagan festivals was celebrated as the beginning of summer and on May Day Eve communities would go out and bring in the ‘May.’ Spending the night outdoors they would greet the first light with drums and blasts on cow horns to welcome  in the summer and then return home laden with branches of May blossom (Hawthorn) to decorate their homes.

And we were up as soon as any day O

And to fetch the summer home,

The summer and the May O

For the summer is a come O

And the winter is a go O

We all know the tradition of the Maypole which once upon a time would have been

practised in every community but in pagan times it would have been a living tree that our ancestors would have danced around, clapping their hands on the bark to wake the spirit within.

Overseeing the celebrations would be the May Queen, decked in hedgerow flowers, and keeping her company would be the King (the Green Man) also decked in Oak and Hawthorn leaves. Children would fashion wild flowers and blossom into garlands and carry them around the village calling at every house, receiving a May Day cake from the householder as a reward.

‘Good Morning, missus and master

I wish you a happy day

Please to smell my garland

Because it’s the first of May’

It was believed that on May Eve witches were at their most powerful and that the month would be ‘witch ridden’ so crosses were fashioned from Hazel and Rowan to hang over doorways and fireplace to prevent witches from entering. Even flowers from the children’s posies were a witch deterrent such as the Primrose, bunches were hung over doorways to the house and cowshed as it was considered to be very magical. Striking a rock with Primroses will open the way to faerieland but on a more practical note the leaves were used as a remedy for arthritis, rheumatism, gout, paralysis and a salve could be made for soothing wounds, burns.

The Bluebell had its uses; the bulb although poisonous, contains a sticky juice and was used as a sort of ‘superglue’ for bookbinding, (the toxicity of the juice also deters bookworms) and it was very effective for setting feathers upon arrows.

Another spring flower the Cowslip is known as the ‘little keys to heaven’ in some areas due to a tale that one day the angels noticed a small group of people trying to climb into heaven by the back door instead of the pearly gates. St Peter was so shocked at this lack of reverence that he dropped the keys to heaven; these fell to earth and took root growing into a Cowslip plant. It also has practical uses, the root has similar properties to aspirin and the flowers can be made into a calming tea, and is also beneficial for arthritis, insomnia, constipation and nervous tension.

The Foxglove with its impressive spike of pink flowers is extremely poisonous but even this plant was used medicinally. Digitalin can be extracted from the leaves and the juice from the plant was used for treating sprains and bruises. The folklore surrounding the Foxglove is as colourful as the plant.  The fox’s bushy tail was considered to be a charm against the devil and in response to a plea from the beleaguered fox God created the foxglove. This would ring its little bell shaped flowers when the huntsmen were approaching so giving the fox time to get away. It is also believed that the white markings inside the blooms are faerie fingerprints, again to aid the fox; the faeries would place the flowers over the fox’s feet so that they could sneak into the hen houses.

During the celebrations of the summer solstice handfuls of the plant St John’s Wort were thrown on to the bonfires. The plant blooms at this time and is believed to be at its most powerful on 24th June St John’s Day. It is very powerful against faerie spells and will protect against demons, witches and evil spirits. It is widely used medicinally for a variety of problems from depression to arthritis.

‘St John’s Wort doth charm all the witches away

If gathered at midnight on the Saints Holy day

And devils and witches have no power to harm

Those that do gather the plant for a charm’

With the warmer weather the housewife would have utilised more plants from the hedgerow. A simple cough could be treated with Colt’s Foot, for wounds the antiseptic leaves of Hedge Woundwort would be applied, Chamomile for indigestion and insomnia and the Lesser Celandine for haemorrhoids. The Common Speedwell was an all round cure, treating bronchitis, whooping cough, indigestion, gout, bladder stones, rheumatism and liver complaints. There was also remedies for female related problems; a distilled concoction of Lady’s Mantle to encourage conception or regulating menstruation by using a decotation of Groundsel. Morning sickness could be controlled using Chamomile and Meadowsweet and during the birth of a child Lady’s Bedstraw would be stuffed into the mattress to ease the pain. The plant Shepherd’s Purse was used to stop excessive haemorrhage and Yarrow tea would reduce the womb back to its original size.

For household matters the plants of the hedgerow were invaluable as well. Soap could be made from the Soapwort plant, various coloured dyes could be made from Hedge Bedstraw, Lesser Knapweed, Weld and Woad. Woodruff which has a scent of fresh mown hay was used to scent linen and to flavour summer drinks.

Wormwood although unremarkable to look at is extremely aromatic and was invaluable in the home; mixed with Fleabane was strewn on the floor to discourage the ever present fleas, also used to stimulate digestion and rid the gut of parasites.

Superstition and folklore played its part in the routine of the home, especially in the dairy where all the wooden pails and utensils were of Hazel or Ash to prevent witches curdling the milk. Hedgerow plants were used extensively in the dairy, leaves of the Butterbur were used for wrapping the pats of butter, Yellow Lady Bedstraw for curdling the milk, colouring the cheeses and making junkets while Nettle tops were used to scrub down the dairy to encourage cheese mold.

When making preserves the housewife would use a spoon of Rowan or Hazel to prevent the faeries from stealing it. Even the choice of wood for burning on the hearth was carefully considered; Elder, although its fruit was prized for making wine and cordial, was avoided as it was believed it would raise the devil. If accidentally put on the fire Herb Bennett or Marsh Marigold would be hung by the front door to prevent evil from entering. If an Elder had to be cut down the Elder Mother, the guardian of the tree had to be asked first.

‘Ourd gal, give me some of thy wood

An oi will give some of mine

When oi grows inter a tree’

With the onset of autumn there were many opportunities for gathering fruit and nuts from the hedgerows. Nutting Day would be celebrated when the Hazel nuts were ripe and the young girls dressed in their special nutting day gowns would collect the nuts, but not on the Sabbath as the devil would appear to help. The Hazel has always been considered to be a magical tree and to the Celts it was known as the Sacred Tree of Knowledge. They would use the wood for wands to be used in magical ceremonies and for divination; even now the best dowsing rods are still made from Hazel wood. This belief in the power of the tree is widespread and in some areas it is still the custom for new brides to be presented with bags of hazelnuts to encourage fertility in the marriage.

Blackberries were also prized not only for the fruit which could be preserved for the winter but also the leaves, taken as a tea, were a useful cure for colds, mouth ulcers, gum disease and diarrhoea. Chewing the leaves will help a headache while crushed leaves can be applied to small wounds.

Crawling under the arch of a bramble bush which has formed a second root was believed to cure rheumatism and children suffering from whooping cough were passed through a bramble arch while their parents would chant:

‘In bramble, out cough

Here I leave the whooping cough’

To the Celts the Blackberry represented the three aspects of the goddess: maiden, mother and crone. As the berries changed from white to red then black this signified birth, life and death while the seeds of the fruit were the promise of spring and rebirth. Wreaths made of bramble, Rowan and Ivy were hung over doorways to keep out evil spirits. This belief in the protective qualities of the bramble led to it being planted around fresh graves to protect loved ones against evil, although in some areas it was used to stop the dead from rising and returning as ghosts.

Holly and Ivy have always played an important part in the Christmas festivities. Ivy brings good luck, fun and happiness. It is also the symbol for fidelity and it was customary to hand a wreath of Ivy to newlyweds. Holly is also lucky and symbolised life and immortality and the custom of gathering it for Christmas symbolises that life and growth will return. Faeries and elves come in with the greenery for shelter during the cold winter months and in return they were supposed to behave themselves and cause no mischief. It is always important to remove the greenery from the house by 31st January, Imbolc Eve, as the more mischievous type of faeries would stay.

‘Down with the Rosemary and so

Down with the Baies and the Mistletoe

Down with the Holly, Ivie and all

Wherewith ye drest the Christmas hall

That so the superstitious find

Not one least branch there left behind

For look how many leaves there be

Neglected, there, maids trust to me

So many goblins you shall see!

Robert Hemick

Mistletoe is always included in the Christmas decorations which hark back to druid traditions as they considered it to be one of the most magical plants, believing it bestowed life and fertility as the white berries contained the sperms of the gods. The ‘kissing under the mistletoe’ has its origins in the Greek festival Saturnalia, a berry is removed with each kiss until the branch is bare, no girl could refuse to be kissed as it would mean she would not be married in the following year. In some areas it was customary to burn the Mistletoe on the twelfth night otherwise all the young people who had kissed beneath it would never marry.

 Even the weather was forecast using the trees from the hedgerow, in the south west it was ‘when the Blackthorn comes out we do never look for any nice weather’ while the rest of the country used the old favourite:

‘If the Oak before the Ash

Then we’ll only get a splash

If the Ash before the Oak

Then we’re sure to get a soak’

 It was during WWII that many of our traditional festivals and practices were put aside and never resumed once peace was declared, since then over fifty per cent of the hedgerows have gone. The loss of habitat for our native flora and fauna should give us cause for concern but also the loss of our folklore and traditions which is an important part of our heritage.

All these plants have much to offer but the remedies must be treated with caution as they can be extremely potent and may interact poorly with medication so it is important to consult a doctor or qualified medical herbalist if in doubt.

It is not usually an offence to pick fruit, foliage, fungi or flowers if the plant is growing wild and it is for your own use. However be careful which plants you pick as dozens of plants are protected. If you are in any doubt consult the Code of Conduct-Botanical Society of the British Isles: www.bsbi.org.uk

Overlooked by his sister in law!

In the late nineteenth century in the town of Gillingham, Dorset a man 

applied for poor relief to the guardians of the Shaftesbury Union 

Workhouse on the grounds that he was unable to work. 

He had consulted a Doctor who confirmed that he was unfit for employment 

but could not specify a medical reason for his infirmity. 

The man himself knew the reason however; he claimed he had been 

overlooked by his sister in law! 

His wife then visited a local wise woman at Stalbridge in an effort to 

gain a cure. It brought relief for a while but then the illness returned with 

renewed vigour. 

He declined any medication from the Doctor saying that anything 

he, the Doctor, provided could not work against witchcraft.

The outcome of the case is not recorded.

Black Shuck

The infamous Black Shuck: Can be known as Old Shuck, Old Shock or simply Shuck 
which according to the Oxford English Dictionary derives from the Old English 
word scucca- meaning devil or fiend.

The black demon dogs are still a talking point in the Fens but reports of black dogs 
are also found in other parts of the country.

It can be as big as a calf with red glowing eyes and is said to loiter on lonely

 roads and in grave yards, hiding in the mists rising off the marshes. 

If you feel its breath upon your neck do not be tempted to turn around as sight of 

Black Shuck means death to you or your family.

A huge black dog with flaming red eyes burst through the door of the parish 

church on the 4th August 1577 during a  terrible thunderstorm. The church was full 

of parishioners sheltering from a terrifying thunderstorm of such - “darkness, rain, hail, 

thunder and lightning as was never seen the like”. 

The dog ,once inside, began running around the church tearing at the 

people within. It killed a man and a boy and legend tells that it caused the church 

steeple to collapse through the roof.

An old verse records:

Black dog of Bungay

All down the church in midst of fire, the hellish monster flew

And, passing onward to the quire, he many people slew'

As the dog ran from the church it left scorch  marks on the north door and 

departed for  Blyburgh church ,about twelve miles away, where it killed and mauled 

more locals.

But it is not only in the Fens that a Black Shuck has been reported, there are 

many such tales throughout the country of other  demon dogs and phantom hunts.

A black dog with clanking chains and huge eyes haunts St Peter Port on Guernsey.

 Its name is Tchi-co and to hear its howls is a sure sign of death, while the appearance 

of the Dog of Bouley on Jersey means a storm is imminent.

Most of the folklore surrounding the sighting of a demon dog indicates that there 

will be a death in your family, the black dog that guards a hidden faerie treasure at 

Petit Port is an exception.

Hardy’s monument at Portesham  near Dorchester Dorset, is also said to be home to

 a devil dog, this one also brings bad luck. 

P.S this is not the Thomas Hardy, author, which you would think being close to 

 Dorchester, his home town, but Admiral Hardy who sailed with 

Nelson, The Hardy of the ‘Kismet Hardy’ last words of the great man.

Tales of  a demon hunt are also prevalent through out the country, for instance the 

most well known is the pack of Yeth Hounds of Wistmans Wood on Dartmoor.  

This is the last remnants of an ancient woodland and is the home of the hounds. 

They are a fiercesome sight, jet black, with smoke and flames snorting from their nostrils.

From the centre of the woods they start their wild hunt along with a demonic 

huntsman called Dewer, they race across the wild moorland looking for lost souls 

heading for Dewer Stone near Bickleigh where they disappear.

If any mortal is unlucky enough to see them it means banishment to a distant land, and 

speech with the Huntsman means death.

A headless shuck leads a pack of demon dogs through the woods near Blandford, they 

yelp and bay through out the night until dawn while twice year another pack is let loose by the devil around Purse Caundle to terrorise the neighbourhood.

Cwn Annwn:  Hounds of the Otherworlds. 

Welsh phantom dogs which are seen as a death omen but unlike other hell hounds 

they will do no physical harm to their prey. Their growling is louder when at a distance

 and becomes softer as they draw nearer.

But no matter from what part of the country the stories originate, meeting or seeing a Black Shuck usually means death or bad luck apart from the The Black Dog of Birdlip 

Hill,Gloucestershire, who is rather different from the usual phantom dogs which bring death to anybody that sees them, this Black Dog will aid lost travelers and guide them on their way.

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The Faerie Queen and True Thomas the Rhymer

True Thomas The Rhymer: Many people have been seduced into leaving the 

mortal world and travelling to Faerie land; some never to be seen again, for

 once there it is very difficult to escape. 

One such was Thomas the young Laird of Erceldoune who one May Day saw

 a beautiful woman riding towards him across the grass. He was so smitten 

that he promised then and there to love and stay with her for ever if she would 

only give him a kiss: although in some versions it’s more than a kiss he received! 

Once the kiss had been given Thomas watched in horror as the woman’s appearance 

changed before his eyes, her hair turned gray and her face became lined and 

haggard, her clothes became tattered and there before him stood an old crone 

where two minutes before there had been the beautiful woman with whom he 

had fallen in love.

Thomas knew that he could not go back on his promise and as she made to leave the

 hill where they had met, he gave one backward glance to the mortal world. 

Then followed the old crone to a cave in the side of Eildon Hill and from there

 into the otherworld. They traveled for many days in pitch black surrounded by 

strange sounds until at last they came to an enormous cavern and in the middle

 stood a Faerie Castle surrounded by a beautiful garden.

Thomas turned to the old crone to exclaim at the wonder of the place and there 

in place of the old crone stood the beautiful woman as she had been before. 

Thomas gazing on her face then knew that it was the Faerie Queen herself that he 

had made his promise to.

To Thomas, it seemed as though he had only been there for a few days and when

 the Faerie Queen told him that in fact he had been there for seven years he could 

not believe it. She warned him that if he stayed another night then he would be 

bound for ever in Faerieland and for the sake of their love he would be given a 

chance to return to his mortal home. With a blink of her eye Thomas found himself 

once again standing on Huntlie Bank. The Faerie Queen gave Thomas a parting

 gift: the ability to be a master harpist and also that he would answer every question 

with truth. For seven years his wisdom and prophecies were sought by many. But he 

never forgot the beautiful Queen that had stolen his heart; and one day he received a

 summons from her; Thomas walked out of his home and was never seen again in 

the mortal world.

from 'Faeries and Folklore of the British Isles'

www.magic-myth-legend.co.uk

Fairy Tomb

New Grange Passage Tomb , Brugh Na Boinne, Meath.

This is one of the finest passage graves in Ireland and it is situated in the ancient Boyne Valley Cemetery.

There are three great mounds, three chambers within, a 62 ft passage leads to one chamber. The walls are huge slabs, all carved with intricate spiral and geometric patterns.

Offerings of Gold, Jewellery and coins were buried at New Grange for the Faeries.It was believed that they were the guardians of the land and the health and fertility of animals and crops depended upon their cooperation.

Excerpt from Faeries and Folklore of the British Isles

available www.magic-myth-legend.co.uk or Amazon

The Blue Men of the Minch

Barrington Court, used for filming Wolf Hall

Barrington Court, Somerset, the National Trust 

property that was chosen to be one of the filming locations for Wolf Hall.

Although the estate had been occupied since the 11th century the

Tudor manor house was not built until the 1500’s. One of the early

 owners, a Giles Daubney, was courtier, diplomat and 

military commander under Edward IV and Henry VII.

Later Henry Daubney inherited the estate and was created Earl of Bridgewater 

for his services to Henry VIII. 

He eventually went bankrupt and was involved in the disgrace of Catherine 

Howard, Henry VIII’s fifth wife so the state was forfeit to the crown.

It had various owners since then including Henry Grey, 1st Duke of Suffolk who 

then sold it to the Cliftons

John Clifton was thought to be responsible for most of the 

building work at Barrington .

 By the early 19th century the property was almost derelict and Barrington Court 

was acquired by the National Trust in 1907 and was leased to 

Col. Abram Arthur Lyle of Tate & Lyle in the 1920's who 

refurbished the court house and renovated Strode House (built in 1674) which 

was originally a stable and coach block. It was at this time that the Lyles contracted 

Gertrude Jekyll to design the three formal gardens on the property that are 

now maintained by the head gardener.

The original stables were used as a location with Mark Rylance leaving his horse 

in this amazing building. ( minus the wicker cow!)

 The interiors are fitted with Colonel Lyle’s collection of 

salvaged antique woodwork.

The house was one of the first large properties acquired by the National Trust, at that time

 they did not  realise just how extensive the repairs and maintenance would be, but do not 

let this put you off visiting this property, its well worth a visit if you are in the area.