Saturday, 20 February 2016
Monday, 6 April 2015
Tradition says that there lived in former times in Soffham (Swaffham), alias Sopham, in Norfolk, a certain pedlar, who dreamed that if he went to London Bridge, and stood there, he should hear very joyfull news, which he at first slighted, but afterwards, his dream being doubled and trebled upon him, he resolved to try the issue of it, and accordingly went to London, and stood on the bridge there two or three days, looking about him, but heard nothing that might yield him any comfort.
At last it happened that a shopkeeper there, hard by, having noted his fruitless standing, seeing that he neither sold any wares nor asked any almes, went to him and most earnestly begged to know what he wanted there, or what his business was; to which the pedlar honestly answered that he had dreamed that if he came to London and stood there upon the bridge he should hear good newse; at which the shop-keeper laught heartily, asking him if he was such a fool as to take a journey on such a silly errand, adding: "I'll tell thee, country fellow, last night I dreamed that I was at Sopham, in Norfolk, a place utterly unknown to me, where methought behind a pedlar's house in a certain orchard, and under a great oak tree, if I dug I should find a vast treasure! Now think you," says he, "that I am such a fool to take such a long journey upon me upon the instigation of a silly dream? No, no, I'm wiser. Therefore, good fellow, learn wit from me, and get you home, and mind your business."
The pedlar observing his words, what he had say'd he dream'd, and knowing they concentred in him, glad of such joyfull newse, went speedily home, and digged and found a prodigious great treasure, with which he grew exceeding rich ; and Soffham (Church) being for the most part fallen down, he set on workmen and rectified it most sumptuously, at his own charges ; and to this day there is his statue therein, but in stone, with his pack at his back and his dogg at his heels ; and his memory is also preserved by the same form or picture in most of the old glass windows, taverns, and alehouses of that town unto this day.
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
According to local legend, two stone knights, Sir Oliver de Ingham and Sir Roger de Bois, are said to wake up once a year (1st of August) and walk down to Stalham Broad where, accompanied by a faithful hound, Sir Roger engages in battle with a Middle Eastern soldier. After defeating him, the two knights return to the church where they resume their sleep for another year.
Dancing monks are also said to haunt the area.
Sir Roger de Bois. His head rests on the severed head of a Saracen
Sir Oliver de Ingham. He rebuilt the church in the years following the Black Death
Wednesday, 28 January 2015
You can catch the repeat of Leo Bonomo's radio show by clicking here - http://www.blogtalkradio.com/leobonomo/2015/01/27/mediumship-readings-and-guests-guest-john-west-broadcaster-and-ghost-hunter
I was Leo's guest. We had a chat about various subjects including ghosts, reincarnation and crime.
Monday, 29 December 2014
This Tudor hall is said to be haunted every Christmas Eve by a coach driven by headless horses. Another ghost is that of a lady who sometimes appears near the coach. You must never look into her eyes. If you do, you'll go mad or die!
A tree in the grounds of the hall is known as Nelson's Tree or the Hanging Tree. It was used to hang local criminals and some claim that a lady in white and a man in torn trousers and brown jacket still haunt the place where they died. Chains from the hangings are still said to be embedded in the tree. To walk six times round the tree is not advisable ....... the Devil himself may appear!
In the hall itself, is a bedroom cupboard with a burn mark in the brickwork. Legend states that the Devil made it with his cloven hoof!
Finally, a window in the hall can never be kept shut - even a local blacksmith's attempts to seal it failed - and the phantom of a little girl has been seen gazing out of a gable window.
No wonder then, that the hall is regarded as the most haunted building in Suffolk!
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
The coast below the village of Happisburgh is the reputed haunt of a terrifying apparition. Over the years, people have claimed to have witnessed a figure with no legs and its head hanging down its back from a strip of flesh. It was first seen in 1765 by two farmers who were making their way home one night along Whimpwell Street. It was reported to be wearing sailor's clothes and appeared to be holding a sack to its chest. Upon reaching a well, it vanished. The well was later searched and the remains of a dismembered man were found hidden in two sacks. A pistol was also found with the corpse. It was surmised that he may have been a smuggler and had been murdered by his colleagues after some dispute over booty.
The spectre is still said to haunt the area. The well has long gone but some still claim to hear strange moans and groans emanating from the spot where he was found. Apparently, the ideal time to see the ghost is on moonlit nights.
Another ghostly tradition is also linked to this area. Off the coast, lies the submerged remains of the village of Eccles. It was largely lost to the sea in the 17th century but fishermen still claim to hear the bells of the church tower when storms or a death are imminent.