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Yeech! Brr! Glad I didn't live there! Callous place!

I think Corbet was framed. How can you forget your own dog?
My dog frequently follows me into rooms.She's terrier-sized and inclined to hide under blankets/throws etc. I come out of the room and she's still in there. I sometimes don't notice her missing for quite a while (she, in the meantime, is curled up underneath something, so I don't even see her if I look round the rooms I've been in) and it can take a bit of calling before she actually emerges and comes to me.

So I can see how it's possible, Corbet was busy killing the occupier, probably didn't even realise the dog had come inside with him. Dog was probably in the kitchen, checking if it could open the door to the pantry...
 

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I think Corbet was framed. How can you forget your own dog?
Corbet was a combined Chimney Sweep and Rat-catcher ie he had a long brush and a good ratting-dog. The terrier was trained to enter a house and flush out and/or kill any vermin within. In one account, Corbet found a ladder and entered the upper room of the farm cottage (still exists) through the chimney he'd previously swept and killed the occupant. He then left through the front door, but as it was night he didn't see his dog waiting outside. The dog rushed in to do its expected ratting duties before the oblivious Corbet closed the door behind him. When the dog was tracked back to his Master, some of the stolen possessions were found on him ie I don't think he was framed.

Out of interest, I have just found the blacksmith's bill for making the gibbet. I'm not sure what the tenter hooks were used for - driven into the gibbet post to prevent anyone scaling it ?

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I know of Dowlais in Merthyr. It is slightly outside the town and yes a bit odd I suppose. However Merthyr itself used to have a great nightlife many years back. I don;t know what it is like nowadays though and I should imagine like most towns in the valleys has been hit hard economically. Always found the people very friendly compared to other places. One place however I would recommend for total craziness and surrealism is the Wyndham Arms in the town itself. Used to be full of characters.
 

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Got out of my chair on Thursday and went to Wickham Market near Woodbridge in Suffolk - not a creepy small village at all, it was lovely in fact but with time slowed down. Nearby was Potsford Wood which had contained the remains of a Gibbet post (according to interweb) last used in 1699. Not too surprising for the Witch-burning-hanging-drowning-whipping capital of England, Suffolk has many places of interest, but there are very few genuine sites of hanging and gibbeting that are still visible today. With no GPS smart phone or proper map, the adventure was in finding the wood, finding somewhere to park (my brother cannot walk far) and then finding the post.
Took an educated guess, parked on the verge, walked for 5 minutes.

Jonah Snell, double axe murderer, dragged up the hill (Drag Arse Hill) on his back, hanged and put in a gibbet cage (1699) for 40 years and then buried nearby. As for the atmosphere 320 years later, well there are very recent Youtube clips with 'Wooo' meters and psychic readings at night (I did not not touch anything or take a souvenir, the plaque is a stock photo) and such a site HAS to have the obligatory ghost stories. But for me, I'd gone to look for an old post and found it, 125 miles from home in a deserted wood on a sunny Work day - my brother and me were grinning like idiots for the next 15 miles.



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Got out of my chair on Thursday and went to Wickham Market near Woodbridge in Suffolk - not a creepy small village at all, it was lovely in fact but with time slowed down. Nearby was Potsford Wood which had contained the remains of a Gibbet post (according to interweb) last used in 1699. Not too surprising for the Witch-burning-hanging-drowning-whipping capital of England, Suffolk has many places of interest, but there are very few genuine sites of hanging and gibbeting that are still visible today. With no GPS smart phone or proper map, the adventure was in finding the wood, finding somewhere to park (my brother cannot walk far) and then finding the post.
Took an educated guess, parked on the verge, walked for 5 minutes.

Jonah Snell, double axe murderer, dragged up the hill (Drag Arse Hill) on his back, hanged and put in a gibbet cage (1699) for 40 years and then buried nearby. As for the atmosphere 320 years later, well there are very recent Youtube clips with 'Wooo' meters and psychic readings at night (I did not not touch anything or take a souvenir, the plaque is a stock photo) and such a site HAS to have the obligatory ghost stories. But for me, I'd gone to look for an old post and found it, 125 miles from home in a deserted wood on a sunny Work day - my brother and me were grinning like idiots for the next 15 miles.



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They gibbeted his corpse for 40 years, seems like overkill...
 

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They gibbeted his corpse for 40 years, seems like overkill...
Different pace of life in them parts, took 45 minutes to make my BLT and latte. Guess the gibbet was off the road and away from the village so there were few complaints about the sight and smell. Also everyone was waiting for the next axe murders so the cage could be re-used with a new body - eventually gave up.
 
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I had a couple of hours to kill whilst my bike was being serviced on the outskirts of Bierton near Aylesbury last September This gave me a chance to look for Corbet's Piece, the corner of the field that sited the last gibbet erected in Bucks in 1773 (post #144). The gibbet where Corbet creaked in the wind for 20 years has long gone, but apparently about "17 chains" (~350 metres) away, the farmhouse where the ghastly murder took place (and where Corbet's dog got shut in) still stands as a private residence.
I'd read in the Reference library that a footpath was made to avoid passing the gibbet and the maggotty corpse, running from the Chalk-house Arms along the backs of the hovels in Bierton and this was still in existence. Finally the lane facing the western boundary of the field was renamed Gib Lane (which is easy to find).
Now some-one on blipfoto about 5 years ago put up photos of what he thought was the farmhouse, possible site of the gibbet and the diversionary footpath. Jolly good for him, I have no intention of stealing his glory or his pictures - but I don't recognise any of the sites and I couldn't find my bearings from Gib Lane because of lack of access to the fields and the closure of the footpaths due to the HS2 rail work-gangs. Still, I was in Bierton, with a couple of hours to kill - so I went looking for the footpath from the east side of town.
Bierton had 4 pubs 250 years ago but now down to 2, the Chalk-house Arms is no more but there was a very faint chance that it had been renamed as one of the existing pubs. I was fairly positive this wasn't the case, but there was a narrow path running down the side of The Bell (photo #1) and I'm a sucker for the road less travelled or the path less trod. The path meandered around the allotments (photo #2) and finally leads to a series of stiles (photo #3) opened up into empty fields.
I knew I wasn't in the right place for Corbet's Piece, which made what happened next more extraordinary. Half way into my stride - a dryness in the mouth, a fizz in the tummy, a head jerk to the tree-line and the feeling I was being watched from afar.
(Quite probably so, given I was a stranger with a camera wandering around the backs of £million houses on a Tuesday morning).
It wasn't a fight or flight adrenaline rush, it wasn't agoraphobia - it was a buzz of excitement and trepidation. I wanted to stride out into the fields to get closer to Gib Lane, but there were notices clearly stating not to leave the path and I strongly felt it unwise to do so.
The photo (#4) is not much to look at - you needed to be there. A generation of Villagers must have hurried along that path with their heads down, trying to ignore something on the horizon that was designed to catch the eye - a deterrent, an 18 foot gibbet post with a cage swinging in the wind that would have attracted crows from miles around. I think I was on the equivalent of the dark landing between a kid's bedroom and bathroom at night, trying not to look at the moving shadows. Will try more exploring in the Spring.

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I had a couple of hours to kill whilst my bike was being serviced on the outskirts of Bierton near Aylesbury last September This gave me a chance to look for Corbet's Piece, the corner of the field that sited the last gibbet erected in Bucks in 1773 (post #144). The gibbet where Corbet creaked in the wind for 20 years has long gone, but apparently about "17 chains" (~350 metres) away, the farmhouse where the ghastly murder took place (and where Corbet's dog got shut in) still stands as a private residence.
I'd read in the Reference library that a footpath was made to avoid passing the gibbet and the maggotty corpse, running from the Chalk-house Arms along the backs of the hovels in Bierton and this was still in existence. Finally the lane facing the western boundary of the field was renamed Gib Lane (which is easy to find).
Now some-one on blipfoto about 5 years ago put up photos of what he thought was the farmhouse, possible site of the gibbet and the diversionary footpath. Jolly good for him, I have no intention of stealing his glory or his pictures - but I don't recognise any of the sites and I couldn't find my bearings from Gib Lane because of lack of access to the fields and the closure of the footpaths due to the HS2 rail work-gangs. Still, I was in Bierton, with a couple of hours to kill - so I went looking for the footpath from the east side of town.
Bierton had 4 pubs 250 years ago but now down to 2, the Chalk-house Arms is no more but there was a very faint chance that it had been renamed as one of the existing pubs. I was fairly positive this wasn't the case, but there was a narrow path running down the side of The Bell (photo #1) and I'm a sucker for the road less travelled or the path less trod. The path meandered around the allotments (photo #2) and finally leads to a series of stiles (photo #3) opened up into empty fields.
I knew I wasn't in the right place for Corbet's Piece, which made what happened next more extraordinary. Half way into my stride - a dryness in the mouth, a fizz in the tummy, a head jerk to the tree-line and the feeling I was being watched from afar.
(Quite probably so, given I was a stranger with a camera wandering around the backs of £million houses on a Tuesday morning).
It wasn't a fight or flight adrenaline rush, it wasn't agoraphobia - it was a buzz of excitement and trepidation. I wanted to stride out into the fields to get closer to Gib Lane, but there were notices clearly stating not to leave the path and I strongly felt it unwise to do so.
The photo (#4) is not much to look at - you needed to be there. A generation of Villagers must have hurried along that path with their heads down, trying to ignore something on the horizon that was designed to catch the eye - a deterrent, an 18 foot gibbet post with a cage swinging in the wind that would have attracted crows from miles around. I think I was on the equivalent of the dark landing between a kid's bedroom and bathroom at night, trying not to look at the moving shadows. Will try more exploring in the Spring.

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Fascinating, Bungle, thanks for posting.

You heard of the Halifax Gibbet? (Actually a sort of guillotine)...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halifax_Gibbet
 

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I had a couple of hours to kill whilst my bike was being serviced on the outskirts of Bierton near Aylesbury last September This gave me a chance to look for Corbet's Piece, the corner of the field that sited the last gibbet erected in Bucks in 1773 (post #144).
Hello Bad Bungle, I found this, which has a grid reference, if that's any help:
https://ubp.buckscc.gov.uk/HBSMRGateway/LibraryLinkFiles/26462.pdf
Looking at a map from 1870, the now big field used to be two fields, so that reference is the centre of the little field that was Corbet's Piece.
 
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You heard of the Halifax Gibbet? (Actually a sort of guillotine)...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halifax_Gibbet
New one on me, a gibbet is apparently any instrument of public execution (Wiki), but gibbeting refers to the practice of shoving the dead crim in a suspended body cage (for 20 years in the case of Bierton and 40 years for the Potsford gibbet). This seems inordinately cruel to the family and relatives of the condemned and also served as an unwelcome reminder to the family of the victim. After the Anatomy Act of 1832, hanged bodies were sent straight to the Medical hospitals for dissection.

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New one on me, a gibbet is apparently any instrument of public execution (Wiki), but gibbeting refers to the practice of shoving the dead crim in a suspended body cage (for 20 years in the case of Bierton and 40 years for the Potsford gibbet). This seems inordinately cruel to the family and relatives of the condemned and also served as an unwelcome reminder to the family of the victim. After the Anatomy Act of 1832, hanged bodies were sent straight to the Medical hospitals for dissection.

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Not entirely relevant but... Recently, I was researching an 1830's burking case ('burking' as in 'Burke and Hare'), and one of the key things that caught the burkers were the secondhand clothes they took from their victims and sold on the rag markets in London. No bodies as they'd gone to dissectionists - but the secondary income stream was hawking the victims' clothing. And although one of them got convicted for one murder - they were suspected of a great number, sometimes clothing they sold on was attributable to missing people. They had no one type of victim - anyone; male, female, 84 year old and 8 year old, victims alike.

I research clothing of ordinary people in the past and sometimes court cases' descriptions of clothing are really useful. Anyway - the outcome was, the burker was hanged and one perk of being an executioner was to get the executed person's clothing which they could then sell off to the highest bidder. These days they'd be straight on eBay. And this woman - her clothing ended up on a waxwork of her. Apparently the little travelling waxwork exhibitions often bought murderers' clothing. The burker was herself dissected by a dissentionist...
 

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Hi all,

I'm trying to think if I've posted about this before. It comes secondhand, from younger brother (3 years difference), up in Nottinghamshire. In their mid 20s a group of him and his friends from back in Warwickshire all decided to move up to Nottingham, seeking a city to live in, but still with a bit of a provincial vibe to it. They rented all together in houses in Sherwood, Mapley and other places in and around Nottingham.

(The Mapley house was a bit bizarre (owned by a man living in Switzerland, with a jacuzzi, gym, questionable decor and trailing wiring which might have suggested that video cameras were once fitted in some of the bedrooms) but that's a story for a different thread.)

At weekends they'd often meet up and drive out around the surrounding smaller towns and villages, looking for Country pubs and the like to have a pint or two or a Sunday lunch.

One weekend in the mid-noughties they stopped by in one such small village, but were struck at quite how quiet it was. No sign of people around on what was quite a warm day (in April but still) struck them as being a little odd. But they had spotted a village pub that they decided to get a pint in. The pub itself appeared to be empty, beyond the bar staff. They ordered drinks and sat down. As the only customers.

I think it was my Brother's mate Chris who picked up on it first, but eventually, they all began to realise what they could hear in the background. It was an audio recording in German. A speech being given.

And it wasn't hard to work out which Austrian gentleman was delivering it.

They sat there, mostly in silence, sipping their pints to the soundtrack of what certainly appeared to be a certain Nuremberg Rally. They all felt rather uncomfortable, drank rather quickly, and decided to leave.

As they did one of them did decide to google the date of Hitler's birthday, and found that worryingly it tallied. They were all of the opinion that it couldn't be a coincidence, and that whoever the landlord was they were clearly trying to mark the birthday of the fallen dictator.

The went home rather quickly after that.

Unfortunately, I cannot remember the name of the village.
 
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Hi all,

I'm trying to think if I've posted about this before. It comes secondhand, from younger brother (3 years difference), up in Nottinghamshire. In their mid 20s a group of him and his friends from back in Warwickshire all decided to move up to Nottingham, seeking a city to live in, but still with a bit of a provincial vibe to it. They rented all together in houses in Sherwood, Mapley and other places in and around Nottingham.

(The Mapley house was a bit bizarre (owned by a man living in Switzerland, with a jacuzzi, gym, questionable decor and trailing wiring which might have suggested that video cameras were once fitted in some of the bedrooms) but that's a story for a different thread.)

At weekends they'd often meet up and drive out around the surrounding smaller towns and villages, looking for Country pubs and the like to have a pint or two or a Sunday lunch.

One weekend in the mid-noughties they stopped by in one such small village, but were struck at quite how quiet it was. No sign of people around on what was quite a warm day (in April but still) struck them as being a little odd. But they had spotted a village pub that they decided to get a pint in. The pub itself appeared to be empty, beyond the bar staff. They ordered drinks and sat down. As the only customers.

I think it was my Brother's mate Chris who picked up on it first, but eventually, they all began to realise what they could hear in the background. It was an audio recording in German. A speech being given.

And it wasn't hard to work out which Austrian gentleman was delivering it.

They sat there, mostly in silence, sipping their pints to the soundtrack of what certainly appeared to be a certain Nuremberg Rally. They all felt rather uncomfortable, drank rather quickly, and decided to leave.

As they did one of them did decide to google the date of Hitler's birthday, and found that worryingly it tallied. They were all of the opinion that it couldn't be a coincidence, and that whoever the landlord was they were clearly trying to mark the birthday of the fallen dictator.

The went home rather quickly after that.

Unfortunately, I cannot remember the name of the village.
Put me in mind of South Oxhey.

Tell us more about the CCTV house!
 

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New one on me, a gibbet is apparently any instrument of public execution (Wiki), but gibbeting refers to the practice of shoving the dead crim in a suspended body cage (for 20 years in the case of Bierton and 40 years for the Potsford gibbet). This seems inordinately cruel to the family and relatives of the condemned and also served as an unwelcome reminder to the family of the victim.
I keep thinking I should be past such things, but I'm always amazed and disturbed at how cruelly grotesque some people's idea of justice can be. Power I suppose. So easy to lose one's perspective.
 
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