Honorary Landscape Slayer

Okay, it’s been over a year since I wrote anything here. There has been good reason (which I may cover in another post…) but suffice to say it’s a pretty poor show blog wise.

So, to ease back into the habit, I thought I’d share an interview I gave a little over a month ago for a podcast/blog called Landscape Slayers.

They were brilliant and v tolerant of my slightly rambling painkiller induced meanderings!

So for anyone interested please have a listen (and let me know you’re thoughts)

Landscape Slayers

Who you gonna call…


I’ve tended to shy away from ghosts within my landscape/folklore/archaeology research (with the obvious exception of the ‘haunting’ of Jacob Seley, which can be found here). This is not through lack of interest, more due to the fact that it is a pretty emotive subject.
Unlike tales of pixies, giants, and demons, the belief in ghosts (or lack of it) is not something that can always be approached objectivity, and in many cases belief, or the need to believe, in the existence of ghosts are tied up in personal experiences of loss and bereavement. By questioning validity takes away the needed link to a love one. Equally, by following up on stories could reflect back to a real person and/or tragic event.
Though the collection and mapping of folkloric stories across the South West of England I came across a number of visual places in the landscape held stories relating to ghostly occurrences (and I’m not referring to ‘sightings’ of famous and historical figures), but I’ve always been avoided further analysis of them. I think the reason comes from a personal observation of the danger of forgetting the people in the stories told (and I’m changing/omitting the names and location deliberately in this next paragraph).

A number of years ago there was an investigation of a haunting of a house next to a relative of mine.
Their new neighbours were experiencing supposedly ghostly interactions with the former occupant of the house who had passed away about 6 months before.
They described in detail the appearance and mannerisms, and suggested the activities were strongest in particular locations that reflected the habits of the person when alive.
A team of investigators arrived, and subsequently published the account in a book on regional ghost stories.

Consequently, and perhaps inevitably, despite changing the name, the details listed relating to the location and suggested haunter were such that a family member of the ‘ghost’ ended up finding out and recognising their loved one. Obviously, to find a relative is supposed to be haunting your childhood home is not something I think anyone wishes to know.

So, as I think a semiconscious result of this, I’ve deliberately avoided working in this area, and edged around the ghost stories in my database. That is until recently. Maybe my reputation as “the girl who talks about fairies” means that I appear more approachable, but I have been asked to undertake archaeological and landscape investigations a number of supposedly haunted buildings or places.

I’ve not been asked to prove or disprove the existence of ghosts, let me make that clear, nor am I undertaking any ‘ghost hunting’ of my own (I’ll leave that to those with the specialism and the fancy equipment!). But through documentary and map evidence, and clues in the landscape I have tried to piece together the background to a location, and suggest a reason for the story to occur and be tied in a place. In one case I was asked to research the siting of a school, and from a landscape perspective overlaying the modern building on to old maps, and discussing what is now a built up area before the urban spread, was fascinating. For another, I actually had a name to work with, and finding reference to it in the archives in the right place did come as a bit of a suprise!

That said, it could be argued it merely a straightforward piece of landscape research; being pragmatic by nature, it’s certainly the best way to approach it, and how I conducted it. But I’m conscious of the ethical issues relating to something that could uncover real people, and real tragedies, misremembered and the context lost and forgotten. After all, as Prof. Tolkien wrote “And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth…”

I’m continuing to look into the stories as a little distration from my normal day job and research, but fully aware of the veritable minefield of issues that come from it. Maybe I’m being over cautious, but I’m probably going to stick with pixies and petrification myths in the long term. After all, the likelihood of upsetting someone by investing fairy activities is much less likely than that of a tale of hauntings.

The Wanderings of the Monmouth Men part 1

When I was researching the Blackdown Hills (see here if you’re interested!) I came across lots of stories and folklore related to the area, such as my last posting.

One of my other favourite tales relates to the ‘bewitching’ of Mr Seley, but that story needs some introduction….

It goes back to 1685,  and James II had just been crowned king following the death of his brother, Charles II, in February of that year.

Charles had a illegitimate son, also called James, and on the new king’s coronation, James Duke of Monmouth and Buccleuch plotted rebellion.

Monmouth had been exiled to the Dutch United Provinces some seven years earlier, and had significant support from the masses. So,  coordinating with Archibald Campbell, the Earl of Argyll, they planned rebellion, and set sail from Rotterdam.

Campbell sailed to Scotland but was swiftly defeated as he could not raise a large enough following. Monmouth on the other hand arrived in Lyme Regis in June of 1685 with a small army, and proclaimed himself a Protestant King against his Catholic uncle. He draw together a small fighting force, populated significantly by farmers, artisans, and non-conformists seeking a return of religious rights that they had lost.

It is known that many men from the area of the Blackdown Hills had joined the Monmouth rebel army and camped on Luppitt Common. After a number of skirmishes and delays the two forces met at Sedgemoor on the 6th July 1685. The King’s army, led by John Churchill who later became the 1st Duke of Malborough, swiftly defeated the poorly prepared rebels. Monmouth was executed* at Tower Hill on the 15th of July, and 1,400 of his supporters were tried in the following August and September by Judge Jeffreys (known as the ‘hanging judge’) from his base in Dorchester, or in Winchester, Salisbury, or Taunton in what became known as the Bloody Assizes.

Stories in the Blackdown Hills state that many of the local men who joined Monmouth’s army  were routed back from Sedgemoor and executed on Black Down Common, which lies on the border of the town of Hemyock in Uffculme. Within ten years of this bloody episode, stories were circulating of the belief that these men still wandered the commons and roadways trying to get home.

These stories came to prominence with the reports of ‘bewitchings’ by the ghosts of the Monmouth Rebellion, in particular the haunting of a man called Jacob Seley, but that’s for the next post…



* Interestingly, while checking the dates for this post, I found reference to a story stating that Monmouth was in fact the ‘Man in the Iron Mask’, as James II couldn’t execute his own nephew, which is a lovely addition to the myth surrounding this period.

Folklore Magpie

I’m very interested in collecting experiences and ‘handed-down’ knowledge of Exmoor and the surrounding landscape.

Have you (or someone you know) had a ghostly or supernatural experience on the moor?

Did a elderly relative have a saying or rhyme about an activity or place?

Are there places that have stories attached to them that you’ve always wondered how they came about?

I’m interested in anything and everything, no matter how small. Please fill in the form below, or email me at lucy.ryder@chester.ac.uk (or contact me for more information).

Thank you, I look forward to hearing the stories!