I stumbled upon this little local legend by chance on Saturday. My mother and her friends had previously been to a local cafe decorated with witchy ornaments, and of course, this being just up my street, they wanted to take me to visit it. Well, we went and admired the witches, some hanging from the ceiling, some sitting on shelves behind the counter, ordered cake and strawberry milkshakes and headed outside to have them in the glorious sunshine, something we haven’t had much of until this day (the previous day, in my opinion was positively cold!). Anyway, I digress. From our seats outside we noticed, not too far away the notice board above positioned close to a small wood. So naturally, we went over to have a read and so were introduced to the local legend.
And so to the (brief) tale…
A witch lived close by in cave, and harried the local population whenever she got the chance. One day, the villagers decided that enough was enough; the witch had to go. So they found a champion and told him to pick any horse he wanted. He chose a bay coloured horse named Byard. The champion climbed upon the back of Byard and went off to kill the witch. When he approached her cave, she managed to trick him and climb upon the horse. As they fought, the witch dug one of her long, sharp nails into the horse’s side. In agony, Byard made his legendary jump of sixty feet, and then they vanished. The area was rid now rid of the pesky witch.
Four horseshoes now mark the spot where Byard landed after his legendary jump.