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| The haunted pub at the start of our walk |
Cathy, the landlady smiled knowingly, and promised to tell us about the spooks and spectres around the pub on our return. But first, as darkness had descended upon the familiar day-time world of this small village, we decided that it was time to set off and uncover the strange stories of the ghouls and ghosts that haunt the churchyard, dimly lit lanes and cottages at night. An owl hooted and we huddled together. With our senses alert, we listened for the sound of a galloping horse often heard by people around here. Alongside the pub, in low tones I recounted the terrible event in the village's history that caused this ghostly horse to bolt:-
It was during the Civil War in 17th century that Oliver Cromwell had arranged for many of his officers to be billeted in the village. Some of the enemy had an encampment at nearby Sudeley Castle. Cromwell and his men knew that from time to time messages would be sent from the camp to Royalist troops who had besieged the nearby city of Gloucester and he ordered an ambush to be prepared in readiness.
As expected, a King's messenger was spotted galloping towards Prestbury on route to his destination. Cromwell's men heard him coming, raised the alarm, and moved in to attack. The messenger saw what was happening ahead and spurred his horse into a faster gallop. Clods of earth flew from the horses hooves; the messenger was travelling so fast it was impossible to capture him. However, what he didn't see, until it was too late, was a fine wire stretched between two trees across his path. With an agonising scream he hit the wire so hard that his head was completely severed from his body. The head, spouting blood, bounced to the ground first, followed by the grisly remains of the twitching corpse, while the terrified riderless horse galloped on.
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| Prestbury High Street where all sorts of strange things happen at night |
From that day onwards, locals have often heard the disembodied clatter of hooves of a galloping horse along the road outside the pub. The eerie sound has been attributed to the soul of this headless horseman. Our group, continued along the streets, through the lanes and across the churchyard to hear other spine chilling stories including that of the Strangled Bride; the famous Black Abbot who haunts the churchyard; Peeping Thomasina; Old Moses; the disappearing jockey; the girl who plays the spinnet; Cromwell's bargain with the Devil and more...
After an hour or so we returned to the The Plough in need of another drink to settle our nerves. We were served with a piping hot meal and, gathering around the tables, we listened to Cathy as she told us of her experiences with the invisible, mischievous and often troublesome pub poltergeist.
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