The Mouldwarp King

The Mouldwarp King

Black Dog Tales, Guest writers, Mythogeography

Like badgers in channels of hypocausts devoid of fire, The Mouldwarps scatter the cairns of our mothers, And the bogs hold our fathers pinned to wicker.[1] The mole is an ‘earth-thrower’ – a mouldywarp, molywarppe, moudiwarp, mouldwarp, moldwarp. The collision...
The Black Dog of Sculthorpe Moor

The Black Dog of Sculthorpe Moor

Black Dog Tales

Guest post by Nick Headland A couple of Black dog tales, neither experienced first hand which is more-or-less how Folklore works and how it evolves. So much so that Nick pointed out in his message that if he asked the other people involved now the story would change,...
Black Dog lore of the North York Moors

Black Dog lore of the North York Moors

Black Dog Tales

Guest post: Martyn Hudson, Newcastle University The North York Moors of North East Yorkshire are well known for their witch folklore and for lore around hybrid human and animal beings including the witch-hares of Danby Dale, Westerdale and Farndale, mermen and women...
The Halvergate Shuck

The Halvergate Shuck

Black Dog Tales, Guest writers

Guest post from Nigel Thorpe There’s nothing quite as strange and good as a tale from the horses mouth, someone you know who has encountered, done, or experienced something. Nigel bumped into Shuck at the very start of the millennium. This story serves to show...
Black dog tales: Bungay’s Black Shuck

Black dog tales: Bungay’s Black Shuck

Black Dog Tales

“There were assembled at the same season, to hear divine service and common prayer in the parish church of Bongay, the people therabouts inhabiting. Immediately hereupon, there appeared in a most horrible similitude and likenesse to the congregation then and...
Lost in a Landscape: Heigham Holmes

Lost in a Landscape: Heigham Holmes

Lost in a landscape

We went out on Sunday, for a saunter. The weather window suddenly being kind, blue skies and a bit of a breeze and the flat lands of Norfolk. It’s easy really when you live here to forget how lucky we are, the cliche of our vast skies gets lost as we all head...