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Haunted (?) Wycoller Hall

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Since its nearly Halloween (also my birthday:) ) this is going to be a strange and self indulgent blog post You have been warned :lol:

I took a drive to a favourite childhood haunt the other day. Its a tiny hamlet called Wycoller, nestled in a valley below Pendle Hill, Lancashire.
There are a few old mill cottages surrounded by woodland, along the river bank as you follow the main (only) street, but as the tree line breaks you are met with the majestic yet trully erie ruins of Wycoller Hall.

:star: Wycoller Hall is rumoured to be the inspiration for Ferndean Manor in Charlotte Brontes, Jane Eyre. :star:

I was happily suprised to find that health and saftey guidelines hadn't left the hall (which was origionally built in 1550 by Piers Hartley) all but a pile of stones circled by red braided rope and 'Do not touch or breathe' signs. I was able to take my son through the innocent looking doorway in the remnants of the great hall, behind the 12ft fire place and up a hidden staircase (worn almost compleatly away in the center of each step by centurys of its inhabitants use) to stand on the last few remaining slabs of stone that would have made the upper floor. It was always the highlight of my visits as a young girl, standing there, whilst the other visitors below tryed to figure out how on earth I had managed to get up there and by the look on my sons face and his sense of adventure hitting and all time high, I think he had enjoyed it as much as I did. :happy:

I went out of the hall to have a look at the new addition visitors center which is housed in the Taythe Barn that dates back nearly as far as the iron age 'clam bridge' next to it.
It has been fantasticly preserved and the ancient, exposed beams are beautiful, I just couldn't help taking a few photos of them.
When I got home I was zooming in on my shots to check how they would look printed out and saw a small white light on each of the shots of the barn roof.
I've had many 'orbs'] appear on my photos before but I have had no doubt that they were refracted light from the lense .... but these seem different (zoom the barn images to see for yourself)
I didn't notice them on the screen while I was taking the shots and these are much smaller than usual.
I know that Wycoller Hall has had a very colourful and haunting history,
:star: There is a phantom black dog that supposedly roams the woods surrounding the hall that the locals have named 'Guytrash Lightfoot'.
:star: There is the spectar of a woman dressed in black silk that walks the packhorse bridge at dusk.
:star: The most emotive and scary of the ghostly storys is the horseman believed to be Henry Cunliffe, the last inhabitant of the hall. It is said that if there is a thunder storm, on a full moon he has been seen riding into the village on a horse that 'breathes fire from its nostrils'. He rides in to Wycoller Hall and climbs the now non existant staircase to re-enact the murder brutal of his wife (whom he suspected of seeing another man) and then rides away up the hill, with the bloodcurdling screams of his wife echoing in his wake.

Strange discoverys, whilst eating icecream

:star: After a wonderful day out with my boys on sunday, we stopped on a quiet suburban street to eat some delicious mint choc chip icecream. :star: All was peaceful and calm, sunday afternoon dog walkers strolling along the canal past us. :star:
My husband, ever curious (and greedy, as he finished his icecream in record time) decided to see where the road would take us. :star:
A short drive took us past average 1960's semi's, with their pretty hedges and gardens manicured to perfection. :star:
As we breached the top of the road we came to a dead end. In front of us lay an imposing gateway flanked at both sides by towering yorks stone pillars. As we looked ahead, trying to determin where we were, the words chiseled into the stone work came into focus .... ISOLATION HOSPITAL ... the hairs on the back of my neck were on end, an icey chill zipped through me. :star: This was the last thing we had expected to find at the end of the peaceful Yorkshire residential road.
The Victorian gates were impassable, there was no handles or locks on the metal work. :star: Behind them was a thick dark area of woodland, no driveway or path was visable through and beyond the gates. A rapid look showed a high wall streching in both directions away from the 'entrance'.
:star: What had we found ?
:star: A secret hospital ?
:star: An abandoned Victorian Instituion?

So many things were running through my mind.

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I couldn't just drive away without finding out what was behind those creepy gates. I set off around the walls to look for a way in to the grounds. Eventually after a few minuets searching I found a climbable part of the wall :star:
I scrambled over the ivy clad stones and managed to jump down and land in a small clearing inside the compound.
The trees were thick around me and the light was starting to fade. There was still no hospital to be seen, infact there were no actual buildings at all. Venturing on, the area around was not at all what I had expected. It was like a sceen from Swallows and Amazons, the land was on a decline away from the gates and the ground was like the surface of an unloved pond. Water was running in between the tress and there was a green carpet of pond weed covering the majority of the ground :star:
Dotted all over were tree houses (a few planks nailed into brances, which by local standards is impressive), wooden pallets bridging the marshy ground from tree to tree and child sized bear traps in the ground that had previously been triggered by an unwiting victim. :star:
After hoping to find a crumbling secret hospital, I was initialy disapointed as I couldn't see any remnants of it anywhere. What I had found though was just as puzzling, it felt like I had found my way to Nevernever land and Peter Pan and the lost boys were silently watching me from their tree top look out posts, with their sling shots aiming down at me. :star:

I could hear the calls of my son wanting to know where I had gone and come over the wall to join the exploration. I set off back, re tracing my steps over the bridges to avoid falling foul of any un-disturbed bear traps still camoflaged with a layer of braken over their pits.
I knew everyone would have long since finished their icecreams and would be egar to head for home, so I reluctantly found the part of the wall I had climbed and dragged myself back into sunday afternoon suburbia. :star:
I got back into the car and with my muddy, scuffed boots and attempted to explain my adventure on the way home. Needless to say my mint choc chip icecream was now a warm slush in a paper cup. :star:

I've since found out that the isolation hospital did once fill the bizarre woodland enclosure that I stumbled into. It was bulit in 1896 and had been called Morton Banks Fever Hospital. It was used during the world wars for injured soldiers and then was finally closed in 1974 .... but thats another story :lol:

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Litha - Summer Solstice

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Litha - Midsummer's Day

In the Uk, this year the summer solstice is the 21st of June :star: It marks the longest day of the year (most hours of day light) and the shortest night (least hours of darkness) :star:

In Wicca, Litha marks the point where the powers of light and the sun are most powerful :star:
Flower and herbs gathered on the summer solstice are believed to be more potent and can then be dryed and stored for use through out the year :star:

The Glastonbury Festival was started as a summer solstice celebration, as the town of Glastonbury is very close to Stone Henge, which is a an ancient monument thought to have been a temple. When the sun rises on Midsummers Day it aligns with the key stones to make for a trully awsome sight :star:

:star: The Sun Wheel Cake :star:

One traditional way to mark Litha is with a sun wheel cake. It 'should' be eaten at sun rise on midsummers day :star: The cake should be made the day before. Then you set out before dawn to watch the sun rising and eat some of the cake. Another tradition is to wash your face with the Litha mornings dew (which is meant to give you a clear complexion and improve your eyesight) :star:

Sun Wheel Cake Recipe
Ingredients;
100g Self-raising flour
100g Castor sugar
100g Margaine
2 medium free range eggs
A few drops of vanilla
topping;
icing sugar
1 table spoon of clear honey
Saffron or yellow food colouring
A few shelled sunflower seeds
:star:Method; Cream the margarine and sugar together until its fluffy and lightens in colour. Add the vanilla. Beat the eggs. Slowly fold in the flour and eggs. Spoon the mixture in to a greased cake tin and bake in a pre- heated oven (180c) for 20-25mins. :star:
Mix the icing(or use ready made if you want) and add the honey. When the cake has cooled, cover the top with the icing mix and arrange the sun flower seeds in the shape of the sun. :star:

Tranquil sky

12th June 2008 8:23pm - I managed to take this picture and within seconds that sky had changed :star: I think its gorgeous :star:

Puddle of Snails

The new additions to my family...


Their two baby Giant African Land Snails :star: They were intended as a first pets for my eldest son, but their so interesting that he has to fight his way past me to get a look in :star: I've read that they can each lay up to 200 eggs at a time, so I'm dreading the morning I peek in their tank and find a puddle of snail eggs (and no .. puddle isn't the technical term, it's the Cybi term hehe) :star:
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