“The Witch is Escaping from her Grave! Quick, get a Boulder!” Now, whilst these might not be the exact words spoken on that fateful day in 1705 when Meg Shelton, the Fylde Witch, escaped from her grave for the SECOND time, someone must have said something like it. Meg Shelton, aka the Fylde Hag, aka the Woodplumpton Witch died in 1705 when she was crushed between barrel and a wall. She was buried in the churchyard of St Anne’s Church in the Lancashire village of Woodplumpton. As Meg was renowned for having the ability to change shape at will, escaping from a grave might not have been too taxing a problem for her. Perhaps she changed into a worm and wriggled out? She was duly reburied and…..yes…….our Meg escaped again. The solution for her THIRD burial was to dig a deep and very narrow shaft, put her in it headfirst and seal it off with a large boulder. The worthy villagers reckoned that if she started digging when she was headfirst in her grave, then she’d go deeper and deeper. Meg’s grave is Close to the church. (I didn’t know that witches were buried in churchyards, but hey! what do I […]
C is for Churchyards and Church Spires I went out this morning looking for a witch’s grave. Meg Shelton, known as the “Fylde Hag” or the “Fylde Witch” was buried in 1705 in the churchyard at St Anne’s Church in the nearby village of Woodplumpton. And I found it! I found the boulder they put over her grave to stop her escaping (for a third time). But that’s for a future post. I’ll need to do some research to try to find out how she managed to be buried in consecrated ground; so far I’ve not discovered much. I did get some photos of the churchyard though. I saw this notice just as I was about to lean on a headstone and took heed of the solemn warning: There’s a Right of Way for walkers through the graveyard and into the fields behind the church. You might just spot the Public Footpath sign: Many of the graves in the old part of the churchyard date from the 1800’s: This morning’s church, St Anne’s in Woodplumpton doesn’t have much of a spire (though it does have a cupola topped with a weather-vane); but St Michael’s in […]
I’ve been thinking recently that I’ve been relying too much on my iPhone both for taking pictures and for editing them. It’s all too easy! But I don’t want to forget how to use a “grown-up” camera and Photoshop. So today I put 18mm lens on my Fuji xPro-1 and took that with me on this morning’s walk along our village lanes. I’m now sitting with my laptop at the kitchen table and feeling so glad that when we built the extension we had a log-burner installed. Cosy? Yes! Very!
Around our Village This morning’s walk started at our front door and took us along some of the many lanes around here. Because it’s so close to home I’ve not thought of this route as a real “walk” before, more like an hour’s “functional exercise”. But just because it’s literally on our doorstep doesn’t make it any less lovely. I hope you think so too. We crossed the road and went down the lane past the mysterious Clifton Hall. It’s only in winter that you can glimpse the chimneys (and the flag) through the bare trees. Turned left, down the next lane: and walked a bit further: Turned left into Lea Lane: Said BAA to some sheep. They were unimpressed: Walked past the farm: We were surprised to see a car today. Usually there aren’t any, so this sign was most reassuring!: A lot of sheep came to say BAA to us: Turned into Church Lane: Had a look at Windmill Farm: Considered buying eggs…..maybe next time: Continued along to the church: Followed the sign to the Church Hall: Originally Clifton and Salwick School, it was built […]
I had no problems coming up with pictures for this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge: Local. All I needed to do was make sure I had my iPhone with me yesterday when I walked along to the post office to post a letter. Here are a few shots from my short stroll. We have one shop in our little village. Whilst it doesn’t look very big from the outside, it’s like Doctor Who’s Tardis inside. Or Aladdin’s Cave. There’s not much they don’t stock: Our local pub used to be a windmill. Not that you couldn’t have worked that out for yourselves: We have a church which serves three villages: Lots of walls are made from Lancashire Brick which was famous in its heyday: If anyone reading this post would like to live here, this house across the road from the Post Office is for sale: As someone who was born in Glasgow and lived most of my life in the former industrial belt of Central Scotland, I am charmed by village life. The milk still comes in bottles and is delivered every morning by a milkman, which is something I never thought I’d see […]
Brrrrrrr!!! Fresh air, exercise, coffee, a pastry or two …….. first stop Lytham and then onto the seafront at Cleveleys. When the sea defences were repaired recently,a grant was secured at the same time to regenerate the coast through the Arts. The “Cleveleys Mythological Coastline” is part of a national Sea Change initiative. Based on a children’s story called The Sea Swallow, various pieces of sculpture are in place along the coastline. Mary’s Shell is my favourite and one I think I’ll be revisiting many times at different tide times and in different light (sunset would be nice), so would dawn if it wasn’t too early. Coming back along the shore road took a couple of winter-at-the-seaside-don’t-you-wish you-were here shots: