In 1982, photographer Chris Brackley took a picture inside this historic old church. At the time, the only people present were himself and his wife. When the photograph was developed he was astonished to note that a figure in old-fashioned garb was standing on the balcony to the right of the altar. The negative was subjected to considerable expert analysis, which revealed that there was no double exposure to the film, nor was any of Chris’s equipment faulty. The only explanation for the mysterious figure was that someone must have actually been standing on the balcony when the picture was taken. A few years later, Chris was contacted by a builder who had been employed to do restoration work in St Botolph’s crypt. He explained that, in knocking down a wall, he had inadvertently disturbed a pile of old coffins. One had come open to reveal a reasonably well-preserved body, the face of which bore an uncanny resemblance to the figure that had appeared in Chris’s photograph.
im going on holiday tomorrow and. sort of forgot to queue anything. so posts might be limited for the next two weeks or so !! ill have internet in mexico but im going to be pretty busy so if my activity here is kind of spotty thats why :>
Few roads venture into the wilderness of Bodmin Moor’s windswept hinterland. The eerie remnants of prehistoric villages litter the haunting landscape; Celtic crosses lean wearily against the bleak and unforgiving terrain, while mysterious stone circles huddle together, jealously guarding their ancient secrets. Long-abandoned mine buildings stand gaunt against the skyline, their dark silhouettes often enveloped in a thick mist, lending them a sinister and ghostly air. It is a brooding, fearsome place, and you feel its demonic influence the moment you set foot on its sodden carpet of swampy tussocks.
At the heart of the Moor ripple the dark, leaden waters of Dozmary Pool, to the rock-strewn banks of which Sir Bedivere is said to have brought the dying King Arthur, and from where, according to Tennyson, came forth the arm ‘clothed in white samite’ that caught Excalibur by the hilt, 'brandish’d him three times, and drew him under in the mere’.
At night, a dark spirit is said to sit by its sullen waters, his despairing cries discernable over the wildest of autumn gales. He is the ghost of a stern and unpopular 17th-Century magistrate, Jan Treagle. Some say that he murdered his wife and children, others that he used his position to acquire the rightful inheritance of a local orphan. As a result, his spectre has been doomed to eternal torment, Night after night he must try to empty the bottomless pool with a perforated limpet shell, whilst a pack of baying hound snap at his ankles to ensure that he never falters at this impossible task.
Most of these are not colored but here’s the designs with a bonus fusion!
America: Black opal (fire agate+Yogo Sapphire)
England/America fusion: Chrysocolla
These will hopefully be colored by tommorow!
Germany and Italy will also come soon!
Fusions are also inevitable.
Can’t wait to get this finished up, I might make a seperate ask blog for these guys! Would anyone be interested?
In Tudor times, the area where Cheyne Walk now stands, next to the River Thames, was part of a royal estate. The ghost of a bear, that haunted the garden of a house in Cheyne Walk as late as the mid 1920’s, seems to have originated from the time when bear-baiting was practised in England. It was believed that there was a bear pit in the vicinity until the 16th Century, and a bear has also been sighted at the Tower of London.
The novelist, George Eliot, whose major works include The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861), Middlemarch (1871-72), and Daniel Deronda (1876), died at number 4 Cheyne Walk in December 1880. A friend of hers, Katharine Macqoid, saw her standing at the bottom of her bed and was puzzled as to why this had occurred. She later discovered that George Eliot had died the same night.
The Kings Head and Eight Bells is also situated on Cheyne Walk, and the unseen presence haunting the building, which no longer functions as a pub and is now a brasserie, was said to have caused the landlord and his wife many problems, in that the ghost became particularly active when a new member of staff was taken on, especially if that person was a female. Witnesses have felt someone brush past them, particularly on the stairs, and objects have been inexplicably moved around. The phantoms other activities include turning on gas cylinders in the cellar and switching off the central heating system.