"Ah!" Cheers 'maximus otter.' At least I found out what the word 'Boggart' describes, and it could possibly turn out to be the place of the words origin?Coal Clough Laneis in Burnley, Lancs., unfortunately.
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"Ah!" Cheers 'maximus otter.' At least I found out what the word 'Boggart' describes, and it could possibly turn out to be the place of the words origin?Coal Clough Laneis in Burnley, Lancs., unfortunately.
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After having not gone there for years, around 2012 ish I drove through and was very disappointed to find that the old static/prefab library wasn't there anymore. And what happened to the cattle market? B******s!I remember that tool shop, well if it’s the one which was on the corner near the tourist information and next door to the gift shop, Sears. Noticed recently Sears too is no more, which is very sad as I always liked to pop in there and have a look round.
Do you mean the modern cattle market building with the roof pods?!After having not gone there for years, around 2012 ish I drove through and was very disappointed to find that the old static/prefab library wasn't there anymore. And what happened to the cattle market? B******s!
Before there were phantom hitch-hikers, there were phantom horse passengers...Do you mean the modern cattle market building with the roof pods?!
We used to visit Bakewell a lot but not so much these days as it is always too rammed with people, in fact you have to choose your times carefully going anywhere in the Peak District now as everywhere gets so busy.
@Spookdaddy, I found this tale from wondersofthepeak.org.uk, just folklore or maybe the same ghostly figure seen by your dad?!
The Woman who Disappeared
Long ago, a horseman was riding beside the River Dove on his way home to Hartington when he met a young woman, alone and distraught. When he asked her what was amiss she couldn’t answer; she merely sobbed. So he lifted her on to his horse, told her to grip his coat so she wouldn’t fall, and rode onwards, resolved to put her into the care of the vicar at Hartington.
Part way through the journey he turned to speak to her but she was no longer there. Alarmed, he turned his horse and rode back the way he’d come, but he found no sign of her, though it was a bright moonlit night. He called, but there was no answer.
In the end he was obliged to give up the search. The woman had disappeared. He never saw her again, or heard news of her.
Is this the footpath on the OS that is the continuation of Reynard's Lane, heading southeast to Dalehead?It would be more accurate to say that it's the place that I think my dad was referring to, rather than the place he definitely told me he was referring to. It fits all the other aspects of the story, and is on the cross field route from the area just south of Biggin to the village of Hartington, both places where family lived and worked at the time.
Is this the footpath on the OS that is the continuation of Reynard's Lane, heading southeast to Dalehead?
...And what happened to the cattle market? B******s!
Yes, I've seen the building from aerial view, and the OS, which doesn't have any name at all... No handy nearby photos on Wikimedia Commons or Flickr that I could see... and not a listed building either, so no records there...That's the one. Reynard's Lane becomes a dirt track, heading towards Biggin Dale.
Yes, I've seen the building from aerial view, and the OS, which doesn't have any name at all... No handy nearby photos on Wikimedia Commons or Flickr that I could see... and not a listed building either, so no records there...
Sounds like a plan! Maybe take a couple of essentials with you - a horseshoe in one pocket and a bag of salt in the other - as protection against boggart encounters. Good luck!That's it. I'm going to have to head out there, aren't I?
I'm away for a couple of weeks, but when I'm back I'll try and get over and take some pictures.
Hold on! Lonely, abandoned building? Winter's afternoon? Curious traveller with antiquarian interests?
If you don't hear from me for a while - don't come looking until the days are getting longer.
And bring a friend.
Maybe two.
And 'Skidmore's Grocers' with the pheasants hanging up outside?I remember that tool shop, well if it’s the one which was on the corner near the tourist information and next door to the gift shop, Sears. Noticed recently Sears too is no more, which is very sad as I always liked to pop in there and have a look round.
I've got a Boggart's Barn in Yorkshire, but not Derbyshire - sorry!It would be more accurate to say that it's the place that I think my dad was referring to, rather than the place he definitely told me he was referring to. It fits all the other aspects of the story, and is on the cross field route from the area just south of Biggin to the village of Hartington, both places where family lived and worked at the time.
Yes. In this instance, searching the boggart name seems to be a non-starter. I've been looking, on and off, for years. I suspect it was a local folk name that never made it onto a map, and is now lost to time. Another possibility is that it wasn't a name, as such, but a reference. As for instance, you might refer to a house as 'Mr Smith's house' without intending to imply that the house's name is 'Mr Smith's House' - if that makes sense. If this is the case, there's a chance it may have only used by the family.
As I said, what's quite unusual is that 'boggart' isn't a very common usage in this particular area. 'Hob' is far more common - Hob being a woodland spirit who's antics have more in common with fairy lore, I think.
Could that have been Matlock Bath station, rather than Matlock (sounds pernickety, but they are actually a fair distance from each other)?
As far as I know, (although I could have got this wrong) the latter's always been operational, and its associated buildings used for railway purposes - whereas the former's buildings, which were built in a quite unusual chalet style, were taken over by a wildlife charity back in the 1980s.
I've been looking at Matlock and Matlock Bath stations on satellite and streetview, and I really think it was Matlock station, the long red brick building visible in streetview from the car park, which jolted my memory as soon as I saw it - I've also always had memories of the station sign just saying plain Matlock.Are you happy for me to add this in to my databases, Simon?
Don't know if this is really relevant or not, but here goes. . .I've got a Boggart's Barn in Yorkshire, but not Derbyshire - sorry!
...There are lots of allegedly haunted roads in the area. One of my uncles claimed to have been chased by a man on horseback while riding his motorbike on the road that crosses Butterton Moor between Onecote and Warslow. He was a notorious bullshitter but family tradition asserts that in this case he appeared genuinely terrified and his girlfriend, who had been riding pillion, was virtually apoplectic with fear.