Fortean Traveller

[Coal]

But how can you tell if you've annoyed an elf?

You wake up and it's 100 years into the future...and your grown-up grandchildren seem vaguely familiar.

 

[PeteS]

You wake up and it's 100 years into the future...and your grown-up grandchildren seem vaguely familiar.

Probably best not to annoy them then. Having said that of course it'd be 70 years past the end of the End Times so you might get the last laugh.

 

[Coal]

might get the last laugh.

Literally.

 

[Bad Bungle]

(LEFT): Brentor, Dartmoor: at 1100ft St. Michael is the highest Parish church with regular Services in England (locked). Taken on foot with a large rucksack and a heavy heart in Summer 1979. (RIGHT): Brentor, Dartmoor: St. Michael (open), Taken with less baggage June 2017.


Some things change, some stay the same (Pretenders)

 

[Bad Bungle]

October 2005: Re-constructed Iron Age House at Bostadh Beach at the north end of the island of Great Bernera (Outer Hebrides). A storm in 1993 had cut away the sand dunes and exposed stone structures beneath. Excavations revealed these to be of Viking origin but below the Norse level were Pictish 'jelly-baby' or 'figure-of-eight' houses (post 500 BC). The original plan was to give the re-constructed house a turf roof, but apparently the summer of 1998 was exceptionally wet and the cut turves rotted before they could be cured - so the roof was thatched instead. It was real cosy inside and commanded a fantastic view of the beach.

 

[Bad Bungle]

I visited Rievaulx Abbey (Cistercian) near Helmsley on holiday in North Yorks because my brother kept hearing mention of it on Time Team as a comparison to other monastery sites. I had no idea it was so big (my brother is in the photo for scale) - my Mate was born in Yorkshire and had never heard of it

 

[Bad Bungle]

First saw the town of Staithes on a calendar, had no idea where it was (North Yorkshire), though it looked so familiar, like a childhood memory that never happened. Reminded me of a West Country coastal town I may have nearly visited, so I cut the picture out and pasted it next to my monitor at Work. For the next 12 years I stared meditated on it, mentally walking down the righthand side of the beck, across the bridge and then tried following the path *round the corner* to the sea front. This was where Artists had come to paint because of the 'light'. I got so close after years of remote viewing/day-dreaming to turn that corner but couldn't quite do it. I don't know what I expected to see, it was a feeling, a very personal one, the one that makes me want to turn down a lane with grass growing in the middle of it, the road less travelled.

I got to Staithes in the end, cannot remember a thing about the sea front other than the tide was in and there was mud.

(This is a picture of Staithes, not the picture of Staithes).

 

[AgProv]

But how can you tell if you've annoyed an elf?

Never ask a Terry Pratchett fan that question, and do remember to touch iron...

 

[AgProv]

Only tangentially fortean, but this is maybe a quarter of a mile from where I live. The significance of the cast iron post is that it marks the original county boundary between Cheshire and Lancashire in the middle of Stockport which was legally the case up until around 1900-ish. After this point the historical county border became redundant and was moved about a mile further north for good administrative reasons - Lancashire officially ceded a few square mile of its bottom right hand corner to Cheshire. (People didn't like it, apparently, and refused to accept they no longer lived in Lancashire). The thing is, nobody ever moved the border post. It's still here. The reason was a good one: Stockport had swelled up to occupy a lot of land that had hitherto been open countryside, and a lot of smaller villages and hamlets some of which were in Cheshire and some of which were in Lancashire were now pretty much a conterminous whole which at the northern end were shading into Manchester. It really didn't make sense to have a town where everything north of the river Mersey was governed from distant Lancaster. But cross the river, or pass this post, and suddenly you were being administered from almost equally far away Chester. So everything that could reasonably be considered "Stockport" was brought together as part of Cheshire. This persisted until 1974 and the creation of the "Greater Manchester" monolith. And by then people thought, and still thought, "bugger off, we're in Cheshire" - an attitude that persists today as nobody puts "Stockport, Greater Manchester" as their postal address... but the old historical boundary is still here. Which raises interesting questions about identity, borderlines, edges, littorals, and so forth. A bit like that mad bit of the border between Holland and Belgium that runs through the middle of one town, or else those places on the Irish border where somebody's living room is in the UK and their kitchen is in the republic... and just over the way is LLoyd Street, where in the old days no 53 was in Cheshire and no 51 was in Lancashire...

 

[AgProv]

That bit in the bottom of the photo where the cobblestones begin is the top of the oldest road of all through Stockport; it was the old coach road from London to Carlisle which forded the Mersey at the bottom of the hill and then had to climb a steep road. Apparently the passengers had to get out and walk here as the gradient was so steep... the coach road was made redundant first by the railway and then by the A6 main road wich runs a few hundred yards to the west. The bottom hundred yards or so were sacrificed to build the M56 or whatever it is motorway - but walking here, it is so unbeleivably quiet that the motorway comes as a low distant muted noise and you are not aware of either the main road or the West Coast Main Line. It is an incredibly peaceful place with a sense of timelessness to it.

 

[AgProv]

On the coach road: I'm prepared to believe the cobblestones (OK, setts) underfoot were here in the 1600's and 1700's. possibly preserved because no actual wheeled traffic has been here for maybe a century, possibly longer. There is a really odd feeling here of being out of time. The muting of all sounds - with a stonking great motorway a hudred and fifty yards away - is amazing. This is the view looking up:

 

[gordonrutter]

Treat yourself to a virtual tour of the Pitt Rivers Museum, you will thank me. https://my.matterport.com/show/?m=ns3yCKpUzSq&help=1

 

[Bad Bungle]

That is incredible. Tricky to navigate the stairs to the upper galleries though.

 

[Tempest63]

On the coach road: I'm prepared to believe the cobblestones (OK, setts) underfoot were here in the 1600's and 1700's.

I was gutted recently when passing through Mitre Square in the City of London that, following recent redevelopment, all the cobbles (OK, setts) had been replaced with paving. Having treated many friends and visitors to London to a Ripper walk, one of the things that sticks in peoples minds is when walking through Mitre Square you were told “you are actually walking on the same cobbles that Jack the Ripper trod”. Bloody vandalism. No doubt some developer or “Project Manager“ has recently had a new drive laid!

 

[Lord Lucan]

Treat yourself to a virtual tour of the Pitt Rivers Museum, you will thank me. https://my.matterport.com/show/?m=ns3yCKpUzSq&help=1

Incredible. Thanks for that! Have you been there in person?

 

[Lord Lucan]

I was gutted recently when passing through Mitre Square in the City of London that, following recent redevelopment, all the cobbles (OK, setts) had been replaced with paving. Having treated many friends and visitors to London to a Ripper walk, one of the things that sticks in peoples minds is when walking through Mitre Square you were told “you are actually walking on the same cobbles that Jack the Ripper trod”. Bloody vandalism. No doubt some developer or “Project Manager“ has recently had a new drive laid!

This is on my bucket list of places to visit. I am well aware it's undergone change after change over the years and is losing it's authenticity from Jack's time faster than I can type my response, but I would still like to walk where he and his victims walked, especially at night.

 

[gordonrutter]

Incredible. Thanks for that! Have you been there in person?

No but I do now want to!

 

[Bad Bungle]

No but I do now want to!

You won't be disappointed.

 

[gordonrutter]

You won't be disappointed.

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I had read about it in an article on repatriation of human remains and did think it sounded fascinating, this confirmed it.

 

[charliebrown]

American Airline will start flying the accident prone 737 MAX this December.

The software is supposed to be fixed and certified.

 

[Tempest63]

On the coach road: I'm prepared to believe the cobblestones (OK, setts) underfoot were here in the 1600's and 1700's. possibly preserved because no actual wheeled traffic has been here for maybe a century, possibly longer. There is a really odd feeling here of being out of time. The muting of all sounds - with a stonking great motorway a hudred and fifty yards away - is amazing. This is the view looking up: View attachment 23783

When I attended my last Ripper walk the guide made the point that the setts in Mitre Square were the originals and we were walking on the same stones that Jack the Ripper walked upon.
Now Mitre Square has been developed and all the setts are gone, replaced with bog standard City of London paving stones. Outright vandalism!

 

[Trevp666]

This afternoon I visited 'Panshanger Park'.
This is next to the A414 in Hertfordshire, between the historic county town of Hertford and Welwyn Garden City (not actually a city).
The park is jointly managed by 'Tarmac' and Hertfordshire County Council (which is due in part to Tarmac being allowed to operate some quarrying on the grounds which have now been returned to flat open pastureland).
This links to the 'Tarmac' own site on the area.

Besides visiting for a lovely walk through the park and it's very varied habitats (I recommend going during the week as it seems quite busy on weekends) I also wanted to locate and photograph the 'Panshanger Great Oak'.

So I parked in the car park just off the A414 (turn at the roundabout onto Thieves Lane - I'm sure that probably has a story all of it's own!) and walked along the 'permitted path' to where I knew the Oak to be.
The paths are all reasonably level with very little incline, but can be quite pebble-strewn and/or muddy in places so suitable footwear is recommended. There are a number of clear signs showing you where you are and what the rules are regarding using the park.

After walking for about 25 minutes I found the Oak.
It is estimated to be between 450 and 500 years old and it is the largest maiden, or clear-stemmed oak, in the country and is believed to have been planted by Queen Elizabeth I.
Many other Oaks around the country have been grown using acorns from this tree.
Here are 3 pictures.
Also, I waffle some more about the park, down the page below these pics....

Also in the park are some wandering cattle (cows and sheep) but I didn't see any today (remember to shut the gates behind you!)
And the River Mimram flows through the park too.
The Mimram itself is distinguished as being a 'Chalk Stream' (link to info) (Chalk streams are rivers that rise from springs in landscapes with chalk bedrock. Since chalk is permeable, water percolates easily through the ground to the water table and chalk streams therefore receive little surface runoff. As a result, the water in the streams contains little organic matter and sediment and is generally very clear).
Today it was indeed very clear and cool - there is an area shaded by trees which has been specially created with a large, level gravel bed to allow you take your hot dogs (no not that sort!) into to cool down.
I believe that the UK is home to 85% of all the chalk streams in the world. The unique way in which they form and flow meant that UK had the ideal habitats for some species of Salmon to spawn in, and for the farming of watercress.

There are no toilets in the park.
There is one refreshment stand that does drinks but I think that is only there on weekends and holidays. It wasn't there today.
There are a number of different routes you can take through the park allowing for shorter or longer walks.

And Oooh.....I think I can feel a bit of sunburn....silly me!

 

[Kondoru]

Oh, Trev, be careful.

There are lots of Chalk streams in Wiltshire too....and watercress

 

[Nosmo King]

I have the 'Watercress Line' near me, which has chalk streams, watercress and a steam train

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watercress_Line

 

[Mythopoeika]

Are watercress and salmon the perfect companions on the plate?
It's fishing season until 15th June...

 

[Nosmo King]

Are watercress and salmon the perfect companions on the plate?
It's fishing season until 15th June...

Quite a few recipes for salmon and watercress online

 

[Trevp666]

Maybe next I should visit the famous Soup Mines and Crouton Trees of Middle Wallop.

 

[Nosmo King]

Maybe next I should visit the famous Soup Mines and Crouton Trees of Middle Wallop.

Might see some nice aircraft too, you could also visit the Army Flying Museum

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Army_Flying_Museum

 

[kamalktk]

The Forbidden Zone has a fortean name, but it just a campground for all terrain vehicle enthusiasts.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/T...55854289fae654!8m2!3d40.5770644!4d-80.6927347

 

[Nemo]

Right place for this?

Bourne Civic Society discusses ghosts in and around the town

As a change from Bourne’s buildings, I thought I might write something about Bourne’s ghosts, writes Anthony Jennings of Bourne Civic Society. Why not?

After all, ghosts are supposed to inhabit buildings like everyone else and Lincolnshire is noted for its ghost connections - for example at Epworth, up in the north, the poor old Wesleys were constantly haunted night and day in their rectory - and the Bourne area has its share of such stories.

In two previous articles on the buildings of West Street in Bourne I mentioned that landmark at 63 West Street now called the Pyramid Club. This 18th Century building was once owned by a corn merchant who aggrandised it by adding the grand formal Victorian Gothic facade that now confronts the street, and it became the Bourne Institute. Well, I have read that the sound of footsteps used to be heard so loudly in this building, resounding throughout it, that it caused people to chase them from room to room, although this never led to the discovery of any manifest ghost.

Not far away from there but further north in Mill Drove, ghostly Roman soldiers have been said to march along the road in that respectable middle class enclave, presumably because of the proximity of the Roman Car Dyke that runs from north to south at the far end.

South of Bourne, as you approach Baston, the curious Kate’s Bridge spans the River Glen, now hidden away behind the main road. This is said to be haunted by a woman who hanged herself there, no doubt at a time well before those great articulated lorries started thundering by on the adjacent A15. Even more worryingly, it is said that if you see the ghost in your rear view mirror as you pass it by then a family member will die within a week.

(C) Bourne Civic Society/Daniel Codd and his book Mysterious Lincolnshire.