“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 […]
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 […]
iPhoneography around Saltaire Village I’d like to share some of the many pictures I took using my iPhone whilst wandering around the UNESCO World Heritage site of Saltaire in Yorkshire. They were all edited on either iPhone or iPad using Snapseed App. I hope you like them. (More of Saltaire here and here )
What’s not to like about these bright red doors of the old fire station in the nearby village of Singleton? (Even the fact that it now functions as an electricity sub-station doesn’t much detract from their magic). I think I need to do some digging to see if I can find a picture in some local archive of the fire engine it housed. It must have been very small! Maybe the firemen were too? Maybe it was horse drawn? I feel an overwhelming bout of curiosity coming on…….. ……which I hope google can satisfy….. Made a start to finding something out. It is called “Fire Engine House” and was built in the late 19th Century, and is one of several listed buildings in the Lancashire village of Singleton. How about this gem of information for painting a mental picture: The first fire engine was horse drawn, and the speed of response to an alarm was determined by how quickly the fire-crew could catch the horse.– Lancashire Cycleways: A comprehensive Guide. There loads more about the history of the village, dating back to 1168, on the website: “British History Online”. Typically it’s a history with a cast of kings, dukes, land […]
I took this photograph in January 2014 in a local village. This winter much of this Lancashire village suffered severe flooding from the Rivers Yarrow and Douglas. I don’t know if this particular property was affected but, judging by its proximity to the river, I suspect it may have been. We know people who live in the village and they report that things are just about getting back to normal now that their houses have dried out, though the local TV news tonight showed the Cumbrian town of Kendal where some homes will not be fully habitable for perhaps another year. One poor man has been living upstairs in a bedroom as the ground floor of his house is still totally wrecked.