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I can't dismiss it as a fevered childhood imagination- like the "dog headed men", "headless punk", "Brixton skinheads", "Witchy Poo and her shears" and the "hanging skeleton of Bushy Wood"- all of which did the rounds among my playground friends, and some of which I have "memories" of seeing in the flesh (but were obviously dreams),
Hey, yep. Don't know if you are familiar with Bushy Wood in Sussex, but it used to be a popular location for school camps, back in the late seventies. My school went there, and we were terrified by tales of the "Bushy Wood Bogey" (obviously made up by the teachers to scare us out of venturing into the woods at night), and police dog training that was supposed to be going on at the same time ("if you see one, stand still, because they WILL attack".) but it was the strange "chapel" in the woods, the music from Brands Hatch (that seemed to be coming from said chapel), the hooded figures in said chapel (which I remember, but which can't have been there), and the hanging skeleton which my friend Danny pointed out to me, and which I know was just the light falling on trees, but which was seen by more than one of the other kids independently... they were the really scary bits. All kids imaginations, of course. OR WERE THEY? (Probably yes).I'm bumping this in the hope Mr T-H is still about, I'm really interested in the "hanging Skeleton of Bushy Wood"? Could you recount what you remember of it? I can't find anything online, but it sounds like a story I've been told from anther part of the UK. Would love to know more?
Mr P
If it was a false memory then I'm pretty jealous. [...]
Heh! I was just writing about that very chapter and I came on here for a break!!! :-D
Heh! I was just writing about that very chapter and I came on here for a break!!! :-D
HAHAHAHA! Shurrup.That'll teach you. Back to work!
MrTH,HAHAHAHA! Shurrup.
MrTH,
re-reading this has reminded me of a very odd morning I spent in the area near Jays Grave. This was one mid week morning in May probably 1994. To give the background, my family were in the UK for a short holiday fitted around a work activity of my husband and visiting a few relatives.
We were based in a caravan park near Peter Tavy, one morning while Husband was working I was visiting MIL with our small children, the aim was for them to spend the day together whilst I did a bit of walking on the Moor.
I was planning to do a short loop not far from Jays Grave- which spot I had always wanted to visit. I set off, parked up and saw grave ( no Gnomes) , then went a bit further and parked up in a lane near a farm to walk.
This is where it all goes a bit fuzzy, I remember following a signed path around the farm and then walking for about 40 minutes towards a low tor with some smallish trees and rocks on top, I was suddenly very thirsty and hot so sat on the sunny side to take a drink, looking across moor I realised that the high Tor I could see was Staple Tor,which it should not be. Taking the bearings I seemed to be about 10 minutes away from the farm I had started from. I could just see the path, gently curving towards the farm. My watch suggested I had been walking for 45 minutes, what or where I had I been for 30 minutes to get so hot and thirsty?.
I re packed and set off to walk around the low hill, to rejoin a second path which would take me to the end of lane where I had left the car. This was a shorter route than planned but I was really feeling a bit uncomfortable about the time I had been away. I recall being surprised at how quiet and windless it was. To cut a long story short I could not find the path down and ended up walking round the small hill two or three times more before giving up and going back to the farm. A kindly farmer asked if I was OK ( presumably he had seen me wandering round a hill top), I explained that Ii could not find my car, he laughed and offered a glass of water and a lift, it was about 5 minutes away.
I was grateful and rather embarrassed ( probably why I have not thought of this for years), how can anyone get lost on in such a small area, he seemed quietly amused by it all.
Obviously I did get home, Watch suggested I was walking for 3.5 hours, it felt a lot more, but according to MIL I was gone for about 4 hours. In reality I could not have been there for more than 2 to have been to Jays Grave and get to and from St Budeaux in the 4 hour time span
So in summary, a fairly experience map reader managed to get lost on a fine day less than half a mile from civilization and lost all sense of time.
Apologies for the length, but I have not thought about this for many years, I will have a look at maps over week end and see if I can find gridsquare.
MIL said I had been Pixy led and I should have put clothes inside out!
Nic
Likewise, but I could list half-a-dozen places where I don't feel quite comfortable, where I always feel like something is a bit off.As a fisherman I've spent plenty of time outdoors in rural places.
I can't believe they've not made a short of that episode of the book.One suggested he was a kind of nature spirit, sort of like a Middle Earth equivalent to Pan.
I can see the argument, but if they cared about moving the story forward so much they'd have dropped loads of the Bilbo/Sam/Gollum stuff on the way to Mordor. Dull dull dull. And don't get me started on Sam's 'Yokelshire' accent.I think it was excluded as it didn't move the story forward, something of a diversion perhaps which in the book served as a passage for Tolkien to write about something personally important to him, but like the character himself, didn't really fit the overall narrative.
I've read he was a deliberately enigmatic character, Pan possibly an influence.
Tolkien wrote he was neutral, like nature itself, neither good nor bad, although its been pointed out his domain holds its fair share of malevolent creatures.
I shall have to reread the section, from memory a lot weirder than usually thought.
I'm still holding out hope for The Silmarillion, although if Jackson mucks about with that, there's no place, on this Earth or Middle he can hide from my wrath.
That was a relief if I'm honest. They kept the overbearing smugness of the Elves though, a 'bit elite and they know it'.At least they dropped all the BLOODY singing.
Isn't this creation legend very similar to the Celtic version, if I recall some long 'lofted' books on the subject correctly?I think the singing may have been Tolkien referencing his version of Genesis in The Silmarillion, the world created through the music of the Ainur.
Yes. I have read the Kalevala (the Finnish legend) and I can definitely see the influence on Tolkien. It is like all these things were poured into him, stirred around and then Middle Earth came out.From what I've read and understood from academia, Tolkien incorporated myths and legends from various cultures, Celltic, Nordic, Greek even in the Akallabeth, the tale of the destruction of the island of Numenor, which seems clearly based on the legend of Atlantis.
Reading Arthur Machen is always a good thing.I have derailed this thread enough, although I'm going to read Arthur Machen's novella The Great God Pan, availabe online from the Gutenberg press.
One of my favourite words...liminal
Yes, this is it exactly!I'm looking forward to it, although it's a little hyped 'probably the greatest supernatural story ever written' or something like that from Steven King, who tried his own version in a short story called N. I believe.
Still, it's the liminal that coldly grips you, perhaps a recognition of your own feelings or impressions. I can barely remember most horror stories, but M. R. James's stuff for example hang around in some disquieting part of your memory.