I’ve probably mentioned this somewhere else, but before my sis moved to Wales, she lived in a little village called Clyffe Pypard. I used to dog sit for her often. Just off the top of my head:
Walking the dog one snowy night, by BIL saw what he still swears were perfect ‘little people’ footprints in the snow, like a lady’s shoes. Despite everyone insisting they must have been a bird or weasel etc, he holds by the fact that they were ‘pixie footprints’, and this man believes in nothing at all, really.
A wood nearby where my sister and niece heard ‘faerie bells’ and laughter (they bolted)
(There is a legend of the Tautha de Danaan being seen in woods at Clyffe Pypard in the years between the wars, I think)
The churchyard that has a public footpath through it. (I’ve been that way with her dogs myself) She was coming back through it one still autumn day when she heard galloping hooves that came nearer and nearer and felt like they were on top of her then seemed to whirl upward into the air and into the sky.
It’s a very quiet, sleepy little place but when I stayed there I did think it had a strange sort of atmosphere, not bad, but as if it was a bit of a ‘thin’ place.
Marked the woods where she and my niece heard the bells. (Church is marked)
E.T.A There’s also a buried stone circle somewhere close; this post seems to think it’s closer to Clyffe Pypard than was thought.