In the ancient tapestry of Britain's past, interwoven with its tumultuous history, lies a trove of enigmatic folklore, mesmerizing legends, and steadfast beliefs. Each wave of conquerors, weary refugees, and resolute settlers has woven their own vibrant strand into the intricate fabric of our national heritage. Even today, fresh myths are being forged, carving their place in the ever-evolving saga.
Behold this very channel, where I aim to tantalize and captivate your senses with these timeless tales, rousing your curiosity to return, ever hungry for more cryptic chronicles from the mystical British Isles. Should you sense a void in my tales, do not hesitate to impart your wisdom, and I shall endeavor to delve into the depths of the unknown.
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Like n0. 10👍 *Comment for algorithms lords* I know this channel will be BIG😆 definitely my favourite👀❤ Very happy to have been here from the beginning.
You made this tale sound deliciously Evil 😂 this is one of my favorites stories. So nice to sit back and enjoy a tale with you. Hope you have been well this summer. Good night🍀🕊
Did I read somewhere the Philipsons tried to stop it by digging up the bodies, decapitating them and throwing the skulls in a field where rocks near them got the shape of skulls, and can't be moved without screaming or bleeding?
You have forgotten one important Fact: The young maiden, who lured the Afanc out of the water was crushed to death by the struggling beast, as it awoke, making her deed even more heroic due to her sacrifice.
The White Bull isn't here any more - it's just a Mews of Houses - aye a Boggart could have fun there right enough. The stone along the way is still there though. I heard they planned to move it to somewhere. The whole area has links to little people possibly from the amount of Irish folk who came here as Navigators or Navvies to build the canals and railways and roads of the Industrial Revolution of which Lancashire had a large part to play. Good folk 'll be reet enough if they says their prayers and mind themselves to stay clear of bad places o' the night. See thee.
And he stole The Wierdstone of Brisingamen, even though he did not know that it was the spell that kept the knights and horses against the day that they were needed. It became the Bridestone of Bess Mossock, and then Susan.......
About ten years ago I lived in the housing estate that sits next to Math Wood. Me and some friends went for a walk in the middle of the night after a few drinks once. Tripped over a tree stump. Been in there several times since as I grew up in the town. Never saw a well though.
I once saw an old western purple and black horse and carriage being pulled by two black horses with lamps burning on the carriage... At 10 Watching too much wwe and the undertaker if you ask me Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, USA
Another story I missed. Just listened to your Rose Elf ❤🌹❤ and enjoyed very much. Its 10:00pm, will listen now. Thanks for sharing tales from Amazing Great Britain. Have a lovely Friday & weekend.
Love Hans Christen Andersen's tales. Such a delight to have heard so many as a child. Never knew this one. It is now a favorite and reading it again ~♡ I will hear your sweet voice. 🌹🌹🌹 Well done you! 🌹🌹🌹🌹 Good night.
