Shute's Lane and Hell Lane

 Shute's Lane and Hell Lane, Symondsbury, Dorset are ancient track ways known as Holloways,             and are two of the best examples in the country. 

The name Holloways come from the old English word 'hola weg' meaning sunken road.

They connect the tiny village of Symondsbury to North Chideock.

The name Symondsbury comes from the Old English meaning hill or barrow belonging to the man named Sigemund. It was listed in the Domesday Book as Simondesberge.

The hill relates to the nearby Colmer’s Hill, a conical mound topped by trees which is the highest point in the district.

It is said that it is not uncommon for children to hear faerie music issuing from the depths of the hill. A  tale dating from the previous century relates to a young girl who was drawn to the hill by the sound of beautiful music, so entranced she began to dance and dance. Under the spell of the faerie music she could not stop cavorting around the  hillside until she eventually collapsed and died from exhaustion.

In past times the main economy of Symondsbury centered around flax and hemp production for Bridport’s rope and net manufacturing trade

 These sunken lanes are common in the west country due to the underlying rock being soft sandstone. 

Worn down over hundreds of years by the passage of feet, livestock and wagons; the weather also plays an important part in the formation of these lanes, the deep sides funnel the falling rain from the surrounding land which then pours down the narrow space. At times the lanes can become a rushing stream wearing the soft sandstone down further.

Shute's Lane and Hell Lane, which are about ten  metres below the surrounding countryside, are believed to be about 300 years old although others date back centuries starting as drovers or pilgrims paths.

Hell Lane, deeply rutted, was believed to have been formed by the passage of wagons transporting stone from the nearby Quarry Hill at North Chideock. 

 Heavy carts transporting the local Forest Marble and Oolite a form  of limestone, struggled along these Holloways carrying the stone to the nearby villages. 

The parish church of St John the Baptist in Symondsbury  was built in the early 14th century from this stone.

The soft stone in Shute's Lane has been carved over the last few decades by passing visitors. The results are quite amazing and well worth a visit.

If you intend to visit these Holloways be advised to wear suitable footwear as Hell Lane in particular can be  hard going, wet and muddy.

To see the video of our recent visit follow the link:

https://youtu.be/49P1o6YOXEI

The Valley of Stone, created by Giants of course!

 ‘The Land of Bone and Stone’

         The Valley of Stones lies in a secluded valley near the quaint little village of Little Bredy. 

            It is part the South Dorset Ridgeway. an ancient trackway which runs along the ridge of high land.  

A prehistoric ceremonial landscape which has been used for thousands of years and is believed to be a place to celebrate life and death, hence it's name ‘The Land of Bone and Stone.'

Link to the video of our visit

https://youtu.be/nhw31yRwql0

Archaeologists have dated flint tools found at nearby Bincombe Hill  to 500,000 years ago; they were made by  a nomadic people who had followed herds of wild animals north when there was still a land bridge between the Britain and Europe.

At first glance this site is fairly insignificant when compared to the larger henges of Stonehenge or Avebury although just as important in archeological terms. A durable rock,  it was used in the construction of Stonehenge, the Avebury stone circle , and closer to home  the Hell Stone.

This is a Neolithic Dolmen with the roof still intact, built on a ley line its entrance is aligned with the midwinter solstice.

 The Grey Mare and her Colts, also to be found on the Ridgeway is the remains of Neolithic chambered long barrow. Its entrance also aligns the winter solstice sunrise and the sunset of the summer solstice.

The valley  floor is strewn with boulders, washed down from the surrounding valley sides during the ice age and are the post glacial remains of cenozoic silcrete that once covered much of southern England.

This particular sarsen boulder train is one of the best British examples and is the same conglomerate stone that ‘The Nine Stones’, a prehistoric circle near Dorchester is constructed.

This particular stone circle is featured in the paranormal mystery The Doll

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0843QVJFG

This is the experts theory of how the valley of stones came to be but local legend tells otherwise... that  the stones were deposited there during a throwing contest by local giants. 

The giants, during a particularly violent altercation, instead of coming to blows decided that they would settle the disagreement by having a throwing competition. The winner would be the giant who could throw the most, the farthest. They each scooped up a handful of boulders from the hillside and took turns to hurl them as far as they could down the valley. The grassland soon became littered with  hundreds of boulders as they continued for days until they finally, exhausted, gave up.

 Which giant was declared the winner nobody knows but the result was the line of sarsen stones leading up the valley floor, which sounds a much more interesting explanation...

Of course this doesn’t explain the stone cicle set in the middle of the sarsen stones!

Millie, feeling the mystical vibes....

Mabel on the other hand is just hungry....

Or the stone circle could have been created by the famous white witch that lived in a tumble down cottage on the Ridgeway.

Maybe she has something to do with it, who knows...local legend has it that she was the local healer and midwife to the area. During phases of the moon she would transform herself into a white hare and was often seen running across the surrounding hills.

The locals had come to avoid her when she assumed this form as tales were told around the fire in the winter of some huntsman who were foolish enough to try and hunt the hare, not knowing it was the witch. They set their dogs to chasing it across the grassland of the hills. The hounds finally caught up with the  hare and set up on it, the men soon followed and set to, trying to beat the animal to death. Somehow,maybe using her magical powers she escaped and although seriously wounded made her way back to her cottage. Here she collapsed on the cold floor  and lay there close to death as the men pounded after her. They burst into the cottage and saw with horror that it was the witch whom they had attacked, terrified of reprisals they ran for their life except for one young man who stayed to help the old woman. He lifted her into her bed and tended her wounds, making a healing potion under her direction and waited until she had recovered before leaving. 

The hunters of Little Bredy learnt their lesson and  never hunted hares again...It is said that sometimes the white hare can still be seen running across the ancient grasslands.

It's an interesting place to visit but I would  suggest you do it in conjunction with another of the mentioned sites.

Eggardon Hill: home to the supernatural Huntsman and the Demon Hounds

 We decided to chance another visit to this amazing hill, located on the chalk uplands near Bridport in Dorset it was once the site of an Iron Age fort dating from 300 BC. 

It was first documented in The Domesday Book of 1086. There are several barrows on the site but the hill has never been excavated

It has an excellent defensive position with its steeply sloping sides and excellent views over the surrounding countryside and Jurassic coastline. The view to the sea is so good that the notorious local smuggler Isaac Gulliver 1745 -1822 planted a grove of pine trees on the hill to guide his ships as they approached the shore. The trees were later felled on Government orders but the octagonal earth works built to protect them can still be seen today.

The weather forecast wasn't too bad, in fact it was quite mild when we left our little village but as usual, and as many locals will tell you, Eggardon is a law unto itself.

I don't know if its due to ghostly hordes that haunt the hill but it was freezing up there and blowing a gale!

Even on a summers day it has strange atmosphere but today, with a mist rising from the valley, it was downright spooky...

No other brave soul had ventured up there, just us...

But the dogs Millie and Mabel enjoyed themselves however....

For the full windy experience of our day on 

Eggardon Hill click the link to the video below

https://youtu.be/47FtfBj6JFc

During certain phases of the moon a ghostly horde of  faeries, demons and witches 

hunt across the hill looking for the souls of the long dead. Their eerie cries can be heard echoing around the ramparts

For more info about the folklore of Eggardon and the surrounding countryside try

Faeries and Folklore of The British Isles.

http://www.magic-myth-legend.co.uk/faeries-folklore-of-the-british-isles

There is also the legend of the Huntsman and the Black Hounds that travel with him, some believe him to be the Devil...

The Black Hunt is mentioned in the novel 'The Doll' a spooky supernatural thriller.

http://www.magic-myth-legend.co.uk/the-doll

There are also Skylarks to be seen on the hill...very inconspicuous while on the ground but once airborne its distinctive song makes it readily recognisable!

Sadly the bird due to its decline in recent years is now on the Red List for endangered species.

 Despite the endless rain and cold, spring is at last making an appearance. Snowdrops have been pushing through the sodden earth ( what plucky little flowers!) and little green buds have been bursting from the stems and branches of the shrubs in the garden. 

My thoughts  should be turning to seed brochures to plan this years vegetable plot but looking out the window at the pouring rain I can't just get enthusiastic...  so I will read my folklore books instead and dream of warm spring days.

So I am waiting for the Cuckoo to arrive, might have a bit of time to wait as it traditionally doesn't appear until April.

The cuckoo comes in April

Sings a song in May

Then in June another tune

And then she flies away

It is quite apt that the Snowdrop is also known as the Flower of Hope as we are all hoping; after the past months, for better times. 

Other names for Snowdrops: Candlemas Bells, February Fair Maids, Snowbells and Snowpiercers. On the Welsh borders they are gathered to purify the house but in some counties this is a no no as they are known as Death flowers, maybe because they grow in so many graveyards and recall the white clothes traditionally worn for the death of a child.

It is one of the first flowers to appear at this time of year. Its beauty symbolises purity.

'The snowdrop in purest white arraie, first rears its head on Candlemas daie'  Circa 1500

The second of February is Candlemas Day, St Mary's Feast of the Candles. Officially the Feast of Purification and the presentation of the Christ in the Temple. 

When Christ was presented to the aged Simeon, forty days after his birth, he prophesied that  Jesus would be a light to lighten the Gentiles. So hence the candlelit services and processions.

Back to gardening... it is on this day that we are supposed to plant beans...don't think so!

Just found this in The Perpetual Almanack of Folklore by Charles Kightley

One day in February in 1799 a passing farmer noticing a handkerchief hanging on a bush, rescued Elizabeth Woodcock of Impington, Cambridgshire from the snowy hole in which she had taken refuge from a blizzard eight days previously. Drifting snow had covered her to a depth of six feet and she had become to weak to climb out; during her confinement her only sustenance was two pinches of snuff!

So avoid travelling by night in snowy weather...

"For she was all froze in with frost

Eight days and nights poor soul

But when they gave her up for lost

They found her down the hole"

One has to wonder what was in the snuff??

Queenie and Sybil, The Psychic Sisters. 

Ghosts, witches, hell hounds and all manner of paranormal mysteries to get your teeth into...

The whole series of their adventures is available on Amazon either as a kindle download or in paperback. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/bookseries/B07K2KX6WY/ref=dp_st_9090931406

If you wish to just whet your appetite on the first in the series The Lavender Witch, it is available as a free download until the 16th of February.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B009QNXWQG

Kindle Countdown Deal for The Doll

 The Doll #4 in The Psychic Sisters series is now on a Kindle Countdown Deal.

The elderly sisters have their hands full this time with a mysterious doll, a centuries old curse and a vengeful witch, and all before they have their second cup of tea!

Each book is a stand alone story so don't worry if you haven't read any of Queenie and Sybil's previous hair raising adventures!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0843QVJFG

Locations featured in The Haunting of Stoke Water, # 3 in the Psychic Sisters series

 

A strange evil lurks within the old building; to some it appears an innocent  child 

but Queenie and Sybil see the truth, that it is pure evil.

They soon realise that it has a sinister motive in befriending the child: to steal her soul.

Using their occult knowledge they begin to uncover the truth  surrounding the old Victorian building

 and the significance of a murder that happened 150 years earlier.

In the book Queenie and Sybil visit the church at Stoke Abbott 

in an effort to track down the grave of the murdered girl.

This fresh water spring runs directly out of the hillside and can be drunk, hence the cup. Many years ago when I was just a nipper the water became polluted so was not safe to use. In times past the villagers would gather here at the lions head to collect their water for the day.

The yew in the churchyard where the ghosts of the children appear.

( Visited the graveyard just last week and the iron railings have been removed)

Gerrards Hill Stoke Abbott. The murderer runs from the scene of the crime up Anchor Lane, which we show on the video, ( link below) across Waddon Hill,  a Roman  hill fort, ( it has been more than half a century since I played as a child amongst the ramparts  and ditches on the hill)

and across to Gerrards Hill, down Wood Lane and back to Stoke Water House.

Wood lane, incredibly steep sided. Many years ago we kept cattle in the field on the right. The livestock was checked every day but on one occasion we had one cow go missing. It was found eventually; it had fallen off the edge and was suspended in one of the large trees growing from the side of the lane. Needless to say the animal was dead so that just shows how steep the sides were.

An Old photo of the workhouse; a grim place!

It is here that the hauntings take place.

See below for the link to the book on Amazon

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BBWB41J

And here...drum roll! is the link for our video!

https://youtu.be/jVMQXayodRM

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