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Saturday, July 10, 2010

RICHARD FREEMAN: Legends of Lincolnshire Part 6

Black Dogs
At Northorpe a black dog was said to haunt the church- yard, which went by the well-known name of the Bargest (much like the one in north Yorkshire). At another village somewhat further off, there was an old lame man, who was reputed to be a wizard, and who, it was affirmed, was in the habit of turning himself into a dog and biting cattle. A neighbour of his is reported to have seen, on one occasion, a black dog biting his cattle, and, running to the rescue, beheld it turned into the old wizard.

1 comment:

Ego Ronanus said...

My uncle was master of a hospital in Lincoln. Princess Margaret visited it and brought her own loo seat. I don't mean she brought it under her arm. It was probably carried by a lady-in-waiting - waiting outside the loo door, I suppose.

Does this count as Lincolnshire Forteana?