Jill Armitage - Haunted Peak District

HAUNTED

PEAK DISTRICT

HAUNTED

PEAK DISTICT

JILL ARMITAGE

First published 2009

The History Press

The Mill, Brimscombe Port

Stroud, Gloucestershire, GL5 2QG

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

T he hills and valleys of the Peak District have always been fertile grounds for strange observations and happenings. For centuries, the level of extraordinary phenomena reported from the bleak moors and valley hamlets has been far beyond that experienced virtually anywhere else in the Northern Hemisphere. Scratch the surface of the heather-covered moorlands and youll find supernatural stories from the Dark Ages, because the Peak District is a place where ancient customs and traditions have been retained alongside old beliefs and superstitions. Its a place of living legends that are eroded as slowly as the landscape itself.

The Peak District covers the whole of the west side of Derbyshire and spills over into Staffordshire, Cheshire and West Yorkshire, but the name itself is a misnomer. There is no single gigantic mountain peak where climbers struggle to reach the summit, despite the fact that at times Kinder Scout (636m) and Bleaklow (628m) put on a passable impression of authentic Alpine conditions. The name actually comes from the old English word peac which, in the tenth century, meant hill or knoll. The tribes who inhabited the region at this time were known as the Pecsaetan or Peak Dwellers and the area retains a long tradition of lead mining and hill farming.

More than 20 million visitors enjoy the Peak District splendour every year but within the 555 miles2 (1,437km2) there are two distinct areas, the White Peak and the Dark Peak. The White Peak takes its name from the rolling limestone dales of the south with their lush lowlands and wooded slopes. This is an area of steep-sided, limestone gorges and bright-green fields criss-crossed by dry stone walls. Its dotted with villages that manage to retain their old-world atmosphere alongside modern amenities.

In contrast, the gritstone of the Dark Peak to the north with its remote, mysterious hills has a rugged, austere beauty. There is something particularly eerie about those featureless, lonely landscapes where the hazy horizon seems to stretch into eternity, and sounds echo from miles around. These windswept moorlands in less favourable weather can be very inhospitable, despite being surrounded by some of the largest industrial conurbations and sandwiched between two of the Norths largest cities, Manchester and Sheffield. This is a remote highland region and a number of people who have ventured onto these desolate hills have reported a brooding, elemental presence and a chilling silence. A strange noise or an indefinable shape looming out of a cloudy mist can set the imagination running riot. Could it be a demonic beast or an alien spaceship? People report hearing the marching feet of a legion of Roman soldiers along the lonely moorland expanse of Bleaklow and should you look up you may see phantom bombers flying silently across the sky as they did sixty years ago.

The Peak District is a place where ancient customs and traditions have been retained. A spinner demonstrates at Chatsworth Game Fair, 2008.

Dark country lanes and moorland roads harbour a multitude of supernatural horrors. Headless horsemen, ghostly carriages and phantom motor vehicles patrol lonely highways, and beware of phantom hitch-hikers and crossroads haunted by a host of spectres, witches and boggarts. Stories of the mysterious and supernatural still continue to fascinate and perplex us, and here in the Peak District these tales are vividly recounted as if they happened yesterday. Some did because many of the obscure elements within ancient legends still recur in the haunting stories of today.

This is my sixth paranormal book and I am still finding more stories, so it is inevitable that research also uncovers some interesting additions. In Haunted Derbyshire I relayed how Labour MP Roy Hattersley had bought Church Lady House, a period property in Great Longstone, which also had a ghost. Since then I have found out that the ghost actually gave the house its unusual name. Apparently, this ghostly apparition was often seen by the children of a previous family, yet remained invisible to the adults. The children would casually announce that they had just seen the church lady going to wash her hands in the corner of an adjacent room, presumably a former kitchen. The parents asked why the children called her the church lady and were told that their phantom guest was always dressed in sombre black as if she were about to attend church. The name stuck and the family renamed their home Church Lady House.

While researching, I spoke to many people and witnessed some bizarre incidents. A guide at one of the Peak District Tourist Information Centres felt a draught around his feet and, looking down, realized that his shoelaces were undone. He bent down to retie them but within minutes they were undone again. I watched in fascination as he retied them yet again, using a double knot. Its those kind of incidents that confirm that in the Peak District the supernatural is not stranded in the past, its all around us right here, right now.

Jill Armitage, 2009

The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music

E very year, 20 million people visit the Peak District and many walk the 1,600 miles of footpaths there, but this freedom to roam was only made possible by a band of intrepid walkers who in 1894 formed the Peak District and Northern Counties Footpaths Society, one of the oldest in Britain. Understandably landowners considered this a gross intrusion on their property and were adamantly against it, even going so far as to instruct their gamekeepers to shoot any trespasses. As a protest, in 1932, 500 ramblers held a mass trespass on Kinder Scout and despite five ramblers being arrested and gaoled, overall it was a peaceful protest. This united show of strength, which ended with community singing, contributed to the opening of a large area of Kinder Scout and in 1951 the opening of the first National Park in Britain.

The Peak District National Park still provides an enjoyable summer walking spot, but in less favourable weather this wild and barren place can be very inhospitable. As the wind whistles across the moors it is easy to imagine you can almost hear other, more subtle sounds, but possibly the most bizarre occurrence is the sound of singing.