A couple recounted to me a curious
episode when they were driving on the A53 near Flash. It was early in the
morning and on the road they saw dressed in a very old fashioned way a rider on
the road. The man was wearing a long brown cloak with an unusual design at the
neck and a pipe stove hat, in short he was dressed for a person from the early
19th century. The couple were driving towards Buxton and were
passing a path on the left which the horseman was turning to use. After only a
few yards down the track the man and horse disappeared in mist in front of
their eyes. The couple told me emphatically that they had seen something
unexplained. They later carried out research which suggested the sighting was
well known.
It is nearly Halloween and people
will be out looking to see if they can experience a ghost. I have never seen
anything although I did hear something odd in a Georgian house in Lancaster- it was the
sound of a child skipping on bare floorboards in an empty carpeted room. I have
frequently been told very strange incidents that have happened to local people.
A Farmer told me that his dead father called to him over some fields at
Rushton. A man claimed that a well in his house near Ipstones was haunted. A
work colleague was clear that she saw the ghost of a child at a house in Leek.
Locals in Bradnop claim that a ghostly dog haunts the grave of a dead
Highlander. A friend researching a 19th century murder in the Peak
District got the uneasy impression that he was being watched when taking
photographs of the scene.
People seem to believe in them and
in increasing numbers, both in Britain
and in the US .
In the case of the later over 50% and the proportion has gone up markedly since
the Second World War. And women are more likely to believe than men. The idea
that the dead remain with us in spirit is an ancient one, and one that offers
many people comfort; who doesn't want to believe that our beloved but deceased
family members aren't looking out for us, or with us in our times of need?.
But I shall end by recounting
another Moorlands ghostly horseman- the Headless Horseman- who rides the hills
around Onecote. It is a well established legend which many locals will know. I
was talking to a local woman whose grandfather farmed at Onecote. One autumn
evening he recounted the story of the Horseman to his young grand daughter. As
he finished the tale they could hear in the lane leading to the farm the clip
clop sound of a horse getting closer and closer to them. The sound unnerved the
old man as he feared that the spectral rider was near. Fortunately it was a van
with a flat tyre making the “trotting” sound.