Some of the stories have a useful purpose. My grandmother always referred to the green duckweed that covers stagnant water as Jinny Greenteeth. In folklore, Jinny Greenteeth was a hag who lived in such water and would pull children down to their death. It worked...I stayed well clear.
French are to stuffy for me like we never done anything for them, we literally took chips from the Belgium and named them after the French… we never got so much as a “thank you” or anything.
@@Peejay1966 Most Scots who Love the French. Do so purely out of anti English sentiment. If you ever have to deal with them in any official or government capacity you'd quickly realise why no one else can stand them. People often accuse the English of arrogance and they're not entirely wrong but anyone in France with the slightest bit of power thinks they're the reincarnation of Napoleon and the entire world should kiss their ass. They consider themselves the epitome of culture but that culture seems to consist of public defecation cruelty to animals and anyone not French and eating the most disgusting things they can find in the most revolting way they can imagine. Americans are generally rude because they don't know better the French do it because it's a national sport.
His channel is EXCELLENT and I highly recommend watching the rest of the video and others. Our folklore is a product of our pagan past and something still very present in our every day lives. The British settlers also brought a lot of this over to the US, Canada and Australia.
Loved this reaction, and learning a bit of British folklore during spooky season. Now for my scary story... well, my dad and brother's. Every year, my dad, my brother Alex and I do a deer hunt around late October. We live in Phoenix, AZ and we usually put in for areas up north or out east, in the mountains to be in the woods. We were drawn for an area on the backside of the Pinal mountains; which is in what is called "copper country". Lots of old abandoned mines, ghost towns, etc, from the late 1800's to early 1900's. Anyhow, I wasn't able to go at the last minute because of work, and my dad and brother ended up going up in the afternoon on a Friday. Generally we like to go the day before the hunt starts, because the camping areas get pretty full. By the time they got up there, pretty much all of the camping pull out areas had been taken, so they decided to drive further down a forestry road that lead deeper into the mountains. One of my dad's friends, an older man from Globe, AZ; which is at the base of these mountains warned my dad not to go too far off the road because "strange stuff happens back there if you're in too deep". My dad brushed it off and they drove a few miles in, finding a nice little clearing that was about two miles from the next closest campers they'd seen. By the time they setup camp, sun was starting to set, so they made a fire, cooked dinner, but it started to get windy so they put out the fire and went to bed early. The next day, they got up early, had breakfast and went out glassing for deer. Nothing. They got back to camp around 6pm, again, made a fire, cooked dinner and again the wind kicked up. But this time, it started raining slightly, so again, they turned in early. This time of year sun sets here around 6:30pm, so it had been dark for about an hour or so, by the time they were turning in. Before bed my brother decided to go pee, and while he was behind the tent, he looked up the hill that was next to them and could see what he thought was a faint light on the ridge of the hill. He zipped up and grabbed his gun for the scope and glassed the ridge until he found the source of the light. To him, it appeared to be a lantern, but he couldn't see an arm holding it or person walking behind it. He just brushed it off, went to bed and woke up the next morning, they made breakfast, and went out hunting. Nothing, again. They got back to camp, again around sixish in the evening, this time they didn't make a fire because everything was a little damp, so they just lit the Coleman stove and cooked up some burgers, ate, chatted and went to bed. While they were in the tent, waiting to fall asleep, they started hearing something. They both waited for a few minutes because honestly they thought they were going crazy. After a few minutes my brother whispers to my dad and says, "do you hear those women talking and laughing outside?"... my dad responds, "No, but I keep hearing a bunch of men singing O' Susannah, and when it gets to the part where they sing, with a banjo on my knee, it starts over again like a broken record skipping". After a couple more minutes, it stopped. They finally fell asleep, woke up the next day, hunted, and nothing! Throughout the day they had discussed breaking camp down and leaving early, but my dad is not someone who believes in paranormal things and he brushed the idea aside, saying it would be a waste of a lot of money to leave the hunt four days early because of some music. He was convinced that the sound must have carried from other campers nearby (two miles, at least). Anyhow, they got back to camp, the weather had cleared, so they were able to have a good fire, made dinner and stayed up chatting until around ten that night before turning in. Again, shortly after the lights were out and they were in their sleeping bags, they started hear the sounds again, only this time my dad heard the women laughing and talking and my brother could hear the men singing. A few minutes go by and it stopped. They eventually fell asleep, and then a few hours later my brother woke up from a dream. In his dream he could hear people walking around their tent and tapping on the canvas. He woke up to my dad tapping his shoulder and the sound of people walking outside of the tent in their campground, rustling through things and tapping the tent. My dad picked up his rifle and told my brother to quickly unzip the tent and shine the flood light out there. He did it, and as my dad swung his gun out, they could see legs only running off into the woods. They quickly made another fire and some coffee and stayed up for another couple of hours until sunrise. At first light they broke down camp, packed out and decided to leave early. If you are familiar with camping in the mountains off of forestry roads, you'll know they are generally no more than two tracks, and sometimes you have to drive a ways down before you can find a spot to turn around to head back out the way you came. So they headed out going around the mountain/hill they were camped on the west side of, to the east side of it before finding a spot wide enough to turn around in. At the spot they turned around; which was maybe only a few hundred yards from their camp, they saw an old mine shaft and some abandoned foundations and decrepit buildings. It was an old mining camp. Arizona literally has thousands of them, and many mining shafts that aren't even on maps. Since then, my dad will not go back to the Pinal mountains, and he has found a belief in the paranormal.
Another great video guys. Wilo the Whisp was also the name of a Kid's cartoon in the early 1980s, something similar to an acid trip in a Kid's TV show about a ghostly figure which also turned into a little light... it's weird. When it comes to Whitby, the original Dracula novel was based in Whitby castle. Knockers, have become more in the public view due to the Stephen King novel 'The Tommy Knockers' legend is, they are the spirits of Miners who passed in cave ins. Springheeled Jack, is also from folklore, Victorian era, something similar to Mothman and Jersey Devil, in the US
I enjoyed your reaction video very much. Hugs from South Yorkshire Only one thing I would say is we usually pronounce Celt as 'Kelt'. Please do more folklore reactions!
Blue Bell Hill in Kent has a very famous haunting, too. The famous hitch hiking girl who vanishes or sometimes throws herself in front of your car. I went there a few times for Halloween when I was much younger and just off of the motorway there is something called Kitt's Koty (I think I'm spelling it right) which is also said to be very haunted. It's an ancient standing stone monument and I was told it's on the site of a battle between local tribes. Actually, most of Kent is filled with these sort of stories. One time, in a quite modern built area I stuck my very first digital camera through the broken glass on a barred window from the basement of a 16th century church and clicked away. The photos were terrifying. I would not say I caught a ghost because there were too many variables to know that, but there were some very spooky shapes through the darkness that seemed to glow. Another great spooky place is in London on the south bank of the Thames: one of the oldest prisons around called The Clink and it's now a museum. It's tiny and winding and cold and it smells of damp and fear. I'd love to go on a ghost hunt there!
Bluebell Hill and hitch hiking?? Don't get your wires crossed. It was a car crash involving 3 girls in one car, one of which was due to be married the next day.
There is a grey lady that appears in the woodland where I live. Three barrows were disturbed in the 1960s when they were extracting sand from the area for construction. The barrows were full of sacrificed cattle thought to have been part of the funeral rights of some chieftain or chieftainess of this area in North Buckinghamshire. The grey lady is thought to be connected to them, unable to return as after the sand was removed, the area was turned into a lake. As a kid, I've seen her on Little Linford Lane coming out of the woodland.
I had a very large pure black labrador, whose favourite trick , especially in the winter when it gets dark really early, used to hate people walking behind us, so he used to lay down on the grass verge and as the person was passing he used to stand up and loom out of the grass, and he never made a sound, poor people used to get a real fright and probably thought they saw a spectral hound.
was hoping they would mention the enfield poltergeist :( then i could have told you the story i have, i still will anyway. ok so im junior school age(at the time of the story 1987 to 1990) between 8 and 11 years old. one day one of my mums friends had an emergency so asked my mum to pick up her kid after school, she picked me up first from my school bush hill park and then to her school brimsdown, the teachers held her back in the school so when we parked outside my mum had to go into the school to fetch her. i was just looking out the window of the car at the houses opposite the school and i noticed the strangest thing id ever seen, not scary just very odd...that was a bright red sofa cushion sitting on top of the chimney of one of the houses?????? when my mum got back to the car with her friends daughter i pointed it out as i thought it was funny, the girl looked petrified, she said thats the ghost house that all the kids knew about. it was many years later that i found out it was the actual enfield poltergeist house!!!!
Springheeled Jack was last seen in Liverpool in early 1900s - my paternal Grandmother was one of the witnesses who saw him leaping over the roof of a neighbours house 🇬🇧🏴
@jamiefarrell604 yes it was around 1904 or so and she was in a crowd of people so she wasnt alone- he wasnt seen after that ; probably leaped into the Mersey with any luck!!
Great video. By the way you pronounce Celts with a K sound, only the Football team is pronounced with a C. Druids still exist, the Romans tried to kill them all in Anglesey Wales, but some escaped. Will O' The Wisp is supposed to be marsh gas.
The release of big cats into the country some time ago has led to photographs and reports of large cats with long tails the size of a leopard are not uncommon today in the U.K.
That was great. Im English, and grew up very nesr Leicester. Ive never jeard if Black Annis, or most of the other stories. So that was fascinating. And also your fsmily stories are interesting. And you storytell well. Im going to subscribe for these reasons 😞😎👌
We come from a very long line of superstitious people, while most Americans started leaving the superstitious generations ago, our family’’s STARTED stepping away the last two. So our parents and us. Being of Roma descent majority of me and tiffs grandmothers was fortune tellers as some point or another.
Not a film, but well worth watching. It was a series called 'Wolf'. It's a psychological thriller. The scariest thing about it is it could happen to anyone.
The will o' the wisp arises from the " ignis fatuus " ( foolish fire ) that are ignited marsh gases that some people would follow into the marshes to their doom . The black dog ( called the barguest , or " byre ghost " , in the North ) are common in British folklore , usually as omens of death .
yeah barghest, im from leeds in yorkshire, in a area of leeds known as kirkstall, supposadly we have one round here, and i know of one suppose to haunt a area in north yorkshire between pately bridge and burnsall
Lived in York most of my life, and now live close to Whitby, but I have never seen the Barghest, or even heard of it until now! Shame I didn't know about it when I was in York, might have gone looking for it! A Death Dog he calls it, while the misses wears a jumper with Hagrid's written on it. (The Grimm from Harry Potter comes to mind!)
Spital farm at staxton near Scarborough North Yorkshire was an inn for travellers many moons ago, the last werewolf was there preying on weary travellers, if I remember correctly, some say that one still roams the area from time to time
Hi guys, Just an FYI, celt or celtic is commonly pronounced kelt or keltic; it's a mistake Americans often make, no doubt due to your famous basketball team. Anyway, great video guys.
One story local to Dartmoor, near where i live, is that of the 'hairy handed driver'. EDIT - You mentioned it! The story has it that sometimes people driving over the moor would have the steering wheel taken over by a pair of hairy hands which would drive you off the road to your death. Used to creep us out when we were kids. And the many storys from all over Britain of the ghosts of women who have died tragic deaths, often called the 'grey lady' or 'purple lady EDIT - or indeed 'white lady'. We have one of each locally, ... at the ruins of Berry Pomery castle a purple lady who is said to lure people up on the walls to to slip and fall, and another grey lady at Dartington hall who pregnant, betrayed and broken hearted jumped to her death from a church tower, and if you see her you are supposed to die within a year. One personal freaky story of my own involved me staying the night at a friend's house ... a really big old victorian terraced house (row house)with an attic and stone cellar, where at night everyone would hear footsteps on the stairs at night, so i was always a bit nervous staying there as a kid. One time i shared my friends bedroom and there was a cupboard built into the thick adjoining wall at the foot of my bed and it was creeping me out as i lay in bed in pitch darkness with the covers pulled up over my head and i was imagining a foul skeleton or witch falling out of it. Anyway, after about 20 minuted of me freaking out about this cupboard ... it burst open forcefully! I could hear the doors fly open and bounce back off the walls. I lay there frozen for some minutes until dashing for the light switch, and there was the cupboard, doors wide open, nothing in there but a couple of books. I tried to wake my friend but he was sound asleep ... no fishing line to be found from his bed to the cupboard and i hadn't told him about the cupboard anyway. I made my bed on the floor next to his and eventually i slept. A very strange and very scary experience though. Did my fear move that door ... like a poltergeist? Or did i have some unconscious precognition that the door was going to burst open and attached some scary thoughts to it? Was the door somehow sprung and primed so to speak when it was closed? All i know is that i was quietly freaking out about about a cupboard bursting open and then it did, with force. Incedentally ... the black dogs. He says they are northern but in the south we have stories of the 'black shuck'.
British Folklore is unique, because we're a Haunted Island Group. I've seen my Maternal Grandparent (4 days after his death from Coronavirus in Late January 2021)
There are hundreds of myths and legends in the UK,even the land itself and the rivers can be charmed. The river where I live has a spirit called Peg Powler who will drag you into the river if you get too close. On the Yorkshire Moors there is a rock on which you leave money to ensure you cross the moors safely
Yeah, those hairy hands on dartmoor making you crash, the only way to get back from the pub up there is drunk driving, it's pretty remote... someone I know had the hairy hands steer their landrover into a cattle grid post when he was driving back from the pub and that was up by 2 bridges, I think Berry Pomeroy Castle in Devon which is 1 of the UKs most haunted castles has a white lady ghost who was the daughter of a lord who locked her away in the dungeon, when we where teens we'd drive there in the middle of the night and climb in ..really creepy
The thing I have noticed with these old lores are that they are all Anglo-Saxon. Celtic people have completely different lores because of their pagan heritage.
I like your open minds. I have had encounters with fairy folk and with ghosts. If you want to hear about people seeing fairies, here and around the world, look for the Modern Fairy Sightings podcast. They have videos on UA-cam too. I'll give you one fairy encounter of mine and one ghost one. I have a lot of both. Fairies first. I am a Christian druid, meaning I celebrate Christmas, Easter and the eight Pagan festivals of the Wheel of the Year. One Easter, I went to an Easter Sunrise service with a group of Methodists. We were at a youth hostel, I believe, on the Ridgeway (an ancient track across the hills). There was a woodland area beside the hill we were on and as always, I found myself looking at the trees. I became aware that there were figures by the trees, as if stepping out of them. They seemed about five feet tall. All the ones I looked at seemed female I'm form, humanoid, but not human. Their skin was brown, green and bark-like. The nearest one caught my attention, because she was looking at our group as the cup was blessed for communion. I could see her face clearly and I saw surprise and recognition. It seemed to me that she had not known that humans had religion. She seemed happy to see we had a spiritual side. She continued to watch us, but I was distracted as the cup was handed to me. I didn't see them go. They just weren't there after a while. The ghost thing was a long time ago, before I became a druid. I was living in a street where I felt unsafe. I was in my early 20s and a gang of teenagers used to threaten people, especially lone women. I had caught the wrong bus, which meant I got off further from home than usual and had to walk along a road where the kids hung around. Halfway along, I saw them and they saw me. I was terrified. Then, suddenly, I heard two dogs, one either side of me. Anyone who has known a dog can identify them from the sound of their walk. On my left was Lady, a dog who had passed away years before. On my right was Bob, a dog who had died a few months before. During life, Bob had saved me twice from threats. Lady had been very protective of me when I was a child. I felt protected. I walked on. I don't know what the teens saw or heard, but instead of the usual insults and threats, they rapidly backed off. Maybe I just seemed confident or maybe they saw the ghost dogs. Anyway, as I got to my gate, I said to the dogs, "Thankyou. You can come in with me if you like." They didn't. They knew I was safe.
Those are kool stories, as a Christian I express to people that the Bible is not a biology or science book. It’s a book of what people need to know to live a good life and how to serve God. But the Bible is not a book on everything there is to know. Even in science we talk about other plains of existence. It be crazy to assume there are not other life forms out there and here. Do I believe in fair folk? Not really… do I count them out as non existent? No anything is possible.
@Trippingthroughadventures Come to the UK. I know a wood in Wales that convinced my sceptical brother. He'd been teasing me for believing and as we walked into the wood he froze and said, "What's that, under the tree?" There were a couple of small fairies under a fern. I said, "Do you mean the fern or the fairies?" He said, "Good! You can see them too."
Just finished the rest of the video and wanted to add in England specifically most of our mythology come from the Anglo Saxons and not the Druids (Celts), with some additional imput from Vikings. The old English gods are similar to the Vikings (both being Germanic peoples), like Woden (Odin) and Thunor (Thor) and give us our days of the week! Easter was also originally an Anglo Saxon pagan tradition, celebrating Eostre, the goddess of the dawn and spring, which the Christians took and spread to the rest of the world!
@@helenwood8482 This is false. There is corroborating evidence on the continent for her existence and academics are in agreement on that one. I'm guessing you're a Christian? 🥱
What many people including some bits don't realise is there are 6282 separate islands that make up the UK lots of them are uninhabited and are largely left to nature and the fairy folk
The Redcap is actually from the Scottish side of the borders, it's called the Redcap because the demon would soak its cap in the blood of its victims that gave the cap a blood red colour, the redcap can be summoned by particularly evil people. The most famous summoning in Scotland was by an evil wizard who had the locals in a stranglehold by using the redcap to do his bidding, the only way to kill a redcap is by unaliving the person who summond it. The wizard and the redcap cannot be unalived by mortal weapons, however the locals eventually found a way to unalive the wizard...they used their fists and feet to unalive the wizard and went he was no more the redcap vanished. Also if a redcap is chasing you you cannot outrun it, even Eusain Bolt couldn't outrun the redcap.
You should watch *"GRIMM"* the US TV show.. They reference a lot of Old country European Folklore.. Of a time before America was inhabited by you guys.. Mu ha ha harrrrrr P.S. My Grandmother was a confessed WHITE WITCH.. She grew many herbs and spices and never visited a doctor and lived till she was over a 100.
ive unfortunatly had a run in with a bogart, scared e for life, it scratcged my lower back with nail marks and nearly pushed me i na bog as a child, i saw the reeds moving away from me as it ran away and vanished, and we have no animals that leave cut like scratched and is thet big. and that could run through a biog like that
ive got a caravan by a lake in butlins. there is a one legged seagull that taps on the door... about the scariest thing there... my 500 year old cottage on the other hand 👻
One mythical creature originating in County Durham, northeast of England is the Lambton Worm. Remember the song as a child back in the 1960’s. It’s way too long so I’ll give you the chorus: Whisht lads,haad yor gobs, An’aa’ll tell ye all an aaful story, Whisht lads,haad yor gobs, An’Aa’ll ye boot the worm. Young Lambton went a fishing in the River Wear…catch’d a fish upon his heuk and thowt it vary queer. He waddn’t fash to carry it hyem,so he hoyed it doon a well. Footnote, you mentioned Vikings, the word hyem is Scandinavian for home. zzzzzz….I can hear snoring !
Up north we have Boggarts, a strange demon like creature. In Manchester there is even a park named Boggart Hole Clough because there are supposed to be Boggarts there
i live in lancashire and came across a bogart in a bog at scout camp didnt see it it left scratch marks down my back and alos pushed me in the bog i was hiding in long grass reeds, my scout akala could not identify the scratchesd as anythign that would have done that
Burnley had the Bee hole Bogart that skinned an old lady and left her skin on a rose bush, Turf Moor is now located where the woods used to be where the Bogart lived.
My grandmother had a black dog called Toby who was run over by a car and killed then after some time you might see him sitting at the top of the stairs My sister has seen him but I've only heard him walking around upstairs and when the house was sold one of the new owners saw him sitting there 😊
Some years ago a friend of mine and her boyfriend went out for a meal with their friends to a place called Hardwick Inn , in Derbyshire, on the way home after they saw a woman all in white, just stood there crying, they asked her if she needed any help., she then faded before their eyes.My friend and her boyfriend were sceptical of the paranormal until that day, but they all witnessed the same thing.
The fae folk can cover a wide variety of magical or supernatural beings, including those in human form, for instance in Arthurian legend there is Morgan le Fay being a mistranslation of Morgan the fairy or witch
During wassailing, guns are fired and pots and pans hit with sticks so the evil spirits will be driven out of the orchard. Personally, I don't really think nature spirits are evil, they're just different to us, so my wassailing is just a blessing and offering to the apple trees. I also give the trees a blessing at Hallowe'en, before they go to sleep.
That’s really interesting, people in America like to relate spirits to more modern things. Specially over the top Christians. They think, scary movies or haunted corn mazes and haunted houses attraction can give you evil spirits… being a Christian myself find it hard to believe a 16 year old kid, who is wearing a Freddy cruiger mask, that will be sitting their underwear playing call of duty an hour after the attraction closes. Is going to do much in the way of spirits. But like most Americans, we are guided by Hollywood lol.
Yes I'm from UK our island is very haunted 2 thousand years old plenty battles thousands and thousands murders but it is only frightening if you let it be so just go with the flow much more wary of living
The wisp thing is probably methane gas.. idk what it is but I've seen it once on the bog when I turn over a rock. Little glowing things started bobbing along the ground. I assumed it was gas escaping but can't explain why it was glowing
My family like most has had that for generations, some say they have witnessed it with their own eyes, not long before someone close to them had an untimely or horrible death. They said it wasn’t as frightening as you would think. It’s more of an off feeling but not knowing just what that feeling is. Something is just a little threatening about the dog but in more than just a physical sense. But not as threatening as someone attacking you with a knife. They said was more of a feeling that makes you go “ hmm what was up with that dog “ type thing.
lol there’s a thin line we walk from celebrating and would some would say “taking the piss “ out of the British lol we use innit because innit has been a part of Rich’s vocabulary all his life lol
There,s a young girl who flags down cars or motorbikes asking for a lift to the next village, when they take her there they see she,s vanished many times its happened to people giving her lifts its said she was killed in a road accident many years ago 😮😮
Though not so people believe in it, I feel people are so caught up in issues today, they never really take time to really let their brain take a real stroll in the imagination… it so fun and amazing. Like a work horse finally running in a field. Things like these do the body and mind good. However on today’s time people are so focused on politics that their imagination is almost none existent.
My grandparents Fred and Emma had a lovely Vaedo back in the 1930s but sadly while they were loving in it their baby son died, some time later another Gypsy man was very keen to buy it from them and so they sold it to him but did not tell him about their loss as they thought it might put him off buying it, Some time later my grandfather met the man again and ask if he still had it ? The man said sadly no he had had to get rid of it because of his wife, he said that he really liked it but his wife did not, she said that whenever she was in it by her self she could hear a baby crying
Folklore, and myths are part of British history and culture. Predomenently from our pagan roots. It is an intrinsic part of our identity and who we are, whether it be old gods/goddesses, the fea, spirits, or creatures. Much of it can be attributed to our connection to this bleak, misty, wind swept, yet beautifull group of islands' like no other.
they are just myths that is all , i have hiked from wales and the peek district and down south i have not seen anything but the beauty of the countryside , hills and mount snowdon there is nothing weird going on.
I'm a resident of Leicester, Leicestershire and black Annis is an old myth as is the White lady which is sited very near to another old myth, from what I remember a monk whom if you were to see it would be a premonition of death, he haunts Leicester Cathedral, where king Richard 3rd is buried.ua-cam.com/video/ehVLyMcdje0/v-deo.html
@hardywatkins7737 True, but they're very aware of traditions and practices of their ancestors though while still doing many of those traditions and practices aswell.
@@emmahowells8334 We don't actually know how the ancient druids practiced apart from some very scant and dubious descriptions from ancient writers. However we can speculate.
Skin walkers, the giants the Navajo traded with or the skunk ape here im Florida oh I’ve done that my whole life the British folklore is new, yet strangely familiar
Some of the stories have a useful purpose. My grandmother always referred to the green duckweed that covers stagnant water as Jinny Greenteeth. In folklore, Jinny Greenteeth was a hag who lived in such water and would pull children down to their death. It worked...I stayed well clear.
Yep that would work for me too.
My two scariest films are both old British movies. The Wcker Man (not the remake!) and Witchfinder General with Vincent Price
You have good taste in entertainment.
My two favourite movies!!
Not scarey but i like the film the ninth Gate
Edward Woodwards Scottish accent was not bad but you can still tell he's English.
You’re definitely of British descent, making fun of the French is like a right of passage in the UK.
The Scots had the `auld alliance` with France from 1295, an alliance against a common enemy 🤣
French are to stuffy for me like we never done anything for them, we literally took chips from the Belgium and named them after the French… we never got so much as a “thank you” or anything.
No, that is an English thing. We Scots love the French.
@@Peejay1966 Most Scots who Love the French. Do so purely out of anti English sentiment. If you ever have to deal with them in any official or government capacity you'd quickly realise why no one else can stand them. People often accuse the English of arrogance and they're not entirely wrong but anyone in France with the slightest bit of power thinks they're the reincarnation of Napoleon and the entire world should kiss their ass. They consider themselves the epitome of culture but that culture seems to consist of public defecation cruelty to animals and anyone not French and eating the most disgusting things they can find in the most revolting way they can imagine. Americans are generally rude because they don't know better the French do it because it's a national sport.
@@Peejay1966yes we know you do! About the only people that does🏴🏴
His channel is EXCELLENT and I highly recommend watching the rest of the video and others. Our folklore is a product of our pagan past and something still very present in our every day lives. The British settlers also brought a lot of this over to the US, Canada and Australia.
Willow the Wisp was a 1980s British cartoon. It was 1 of my favourite as a kid
We bought the DVD for our daughter when she was little, she loved it.
Loved this reaction, and learning a bit of British folklore during spooky season.
Now for my scary story... well, my dad and brother's. Every year, my dad, my brother Alex and I do a deer hunt around late October. We live in Phoenix, AZ and we usually put in for areas up north or out east, in the mountains to be in the woods. We were drawn for an area on the backside of the Pinal mountains; which is in what is called "copper country". Lots of old abandoned mines, ghost towns, etc, from the late 1800's to early 1900's. Anyhow, I wasn't able to go at the last minute because of work, and my dad and brother ended up going up in the afternoon on a Friday. Generally we like to go the day before the hunt starts, because the camping areas get pretty full. By the time they got up there, pretty much all of the camping pull out areas had been taken, so they decided to drive further down a forestry road that lead deeper into the mountains. One of my dad's friends, an older man from Globe, AZ; which is at the base of these mountains warned my dad not to go too far off the road because "strange stuff happens back there if you're in too deep". My dad brushed it off and they drove a few miles in, finding a nice little clearing that was about two miles from the next closest campers they'd seen. By the time they setup camp, sun was starting to set, so they made a fire, cooked dinner, but it started to get windy so they put out the fire and went to bed early. The next day, they got up early, had breakfast and went out glassing for deer. Nothing. They got back to camp around 6pm, again, made a fire, cooked dinner and again the wind kicked up. But this time, it started raining slightly, so again, they turned in early. This time of year sun sets here around 6:30pm, so it had been dark for about an hour or so, by the time they were turning in. Before bed my brother decided to go pee, and while he was behind the tent, he looked up the hill that was next to them and could see what he thought was a faint light on the ridge of the hill. He zipped up and grabbed his gun for the scope and glassed the ridge until he found the source of the light. To him, it appeared to be a lantern, but he couldn't see an arm holding it or person walking behind it. He just brushed it off, went to bed and woke up the next morning, they made breakfast, and went out hunting. Nothing, again. They got back to camp, again around sixish in the evening, this time they didn't make a fire because everything was a little damp, so they just lit the Coleman stove and cooked up some burgers, ate, chatted and went to bed. While they were in the tent, waiting to fall asleep, they started hearing something. They both waited for a few minutes because honestly they thought they were going crazy. After a few minutes my brother whispers to my dad and says, "do you hear those women talking and laughing outside?"... my dad responds, "No, but I keep hearing a bunch of men singing O' Susannah, and when it gets to the part where they sing, with a banjo on my knee, it starts over again like a broken record skipping". After a couple more minutes, it stopped. They finally fell asleep, woke up the next day, hunted, and nothing! Throughout the day they had discussed breaking camp down and leaving early, but my dad is not someone who believes in paranormal things and he brushed the idea aside, saying it would be a waste of a lot of money to leave the hunt four days early because of some music. He was convinced that the sound must have carried from other campers nearby (two miles, at least). Anyhow, they got back to camp, the weather had cleared, so they were able to have a good fire, made dinner and stayed up chatting until around ten that night before turning in. Again, shortly after the lights were out and they were in their sleeping bags, they started hear the sounds again, only this time my dad heard the women laughing and talking and my brother could hear the men singing. A few minutes go by and it stopped. They eventually fell asleep, and then a few hours later my brother woke up from a dream. In his dream he could hear people walking around their tent and tapping on the canvas. He woke up to my dad tapping his shoulder and the sound of people walking outside of the tent in their campground, rustling through things and tapping the tent. My dad picked up his rifle and told my brother to quickly unzip the tent and shine the flood light out there. He did it, and as my dad swung his gun out, they could see legs only running off into the woods. They quickly made another fire and some coffee and stayed up for another couple of hours until sunrise. At first light they broke down camp, packed out and decided to leave early. If you are familiar with camping in the mountains off of forestry roads, you'll know they are generally no more than two tracks, and sometimes you have to drive a ways down before you can find a spot to turn around to head back out the way you came. So they headed out going around the mountain/hill they were camped on the west side of, to the east side of it before finding a spot wide enough to turn around in. At the spot they turned around; which was maybe only a few hundred yards from their camp, they saw an old mine shaft and some abandoned foundations and decrepit buildings. It was an old mining camp. Arizona literally has thousands of them, and many mining shafts that aren't even on maps. Since then, my dad will not go back to the Pinal mountains, and he has found a belief in the paranormal.
Great story! Chilling!
@hardywatkins7737 thank you!
Another great video guys.
Wilo the Whisp was also the name of a Kid's cartoon in the early 1980s, something similar to an acid trip in a Kid's TV show about a ghostly figure which also turned into a little light... it's weird.
When it comes to Whitby, the original Dracula novel was based in Whitby castle.
Knockers, have become more in the public view due to the Stephen King novel 'The Tommy Knockers' legend is, they are the spirits of Miners who passed in cave ins.
Springheeled Jack, is also from folklore, Victorian era, something similar to Mothman and Jersey Devil, in the US
I enjoyed your reaction video very much. Hugs from South Yorkshire
Only one thing I would say is we usually pronounce Celt as 'Kelt'. Please do more folklore reactions!
Spot on, although the Scottish football team is pronounced sel'tick just to confuse matters
Blue Bell Hill in Kent has a very famous haunting, too. The famous hitch hiking girl who vanishes or sometimes throws herself in front of your car. I went there a few times for Halloween when I was much younger and just off of the motorway there is something called Kitt's Koty (I think I'm spelling it right) which is also said to be very haunted. It's an ancient standing stone monument and I was told it's on the site of a battle between local tribes. Actually, most of Kent is filled with these sort of stories. One time, in a quite modern built area I stuck my very first digital camera through the broken glass on a barred window from the basement of a 16th century church and clicked away. The photos were terrifying. I would not say I caught a ghost because there were too many variables to know that, but there were some very spooky shapes through the darkness that seemed to glow. Another great spooky place is in London on the south bank of the Thames: one of the oldest prisons around called The Clink and it's now a museum. It's tiny and winding and cold and it smells of damp and fear. I'd love to go on a ghost hunt there!
Bluebell Hill and hitch hiking?? Don't get your wires crossed. It was a car crash involving 3 girls in one car, one of which was due to be married the next day.
I love the background music and sounds by the way. It's perfect.
Thank you 😊
Knockers is the english version of the American Tommy knockers, but ours in the uk was the original
There is a grey lady that appears in the woodland where I live. Three barrows were disturbed in the 1960s when they were extracting sand from the area for construction. The barrows were full of sacrificed cattle thought to have been part of the funeral rights of some chieftain or chieftainess of this area in North Buckinghamshire. The grey lady is thought to be connected to them, unable to return as after the sand was removed, the area was turned into a lake.
As a kid, I've seen her on Little Linford Lane coming out of the woodland.
I had a very large pure black labrador, whose favourite trick , especially in the winter when it gets dark really early, used to hate people walking behind us, so he used to lay down on the grass verge and as the person was passing he used to stand up and loom out of the grass, and he never made a sound, poor people used to get a real fright and probably thought they saw a spectral hound.
was hoping they would mention the enfield poltergeist :( then i could have told you the story i have, i still will anyway.
ok so im junior school age(at the time of the story 1987 to 1990) between 8 and 11 years old. one day one of my mums friends had an emergency so asked my mum to pick up her kid after school, she picked me up first from my school bush hill park and then to her school brimsdown, the teachers held her back in the school so when we parked outside my mum had to go into the school to fetch her.
i was just looking out the window of the car at the houses opposite the school and i noticed the strangest thing id ever seen, not scary just very odd...that was a bright red sofa cushion sitting on top of the chimney of one of the houses??????
when my mum got back to the car with her friends daughter i pointed it out as i thought it was funny, the girl looked petrified, she said thats the ghost house that all the kids knew about. it was many years later that i found out it was the actual enfield poltergeist house!!!!
Springheeled Jack was last seen in Liverpool in early 1900s - my paternal Grandmother was one of the witnesses who saw him leaping over the roof of a neighbours house 🇬🇧🏴
The Duke of Wellington tried hunting down springheeled jack when he was terrorising london.
@CarolWoosey-ck2rg That's a cool family story man! I loved reading about Spring heeled Jack when I was a kid👍🏻
@jamiefarrell604 yes it was around 1904 or so and she was in a crowd of people so she wasnt alone- he wasnt seen after that ; probably leaped into the Mersey with any luck!!
Great video.
By the way you pronounce Celts with a K sound, only the Football team is pronounced with a C. Druids still exist, the Romans tried to kill them all in Anglesey Wales, but some escaped.
Will O' The Wisp is supposed to be marsh gas.
The release of big cats into the country some time ago has led to photographs and reports of large cats with long tails the size of a leopard are not uncommon today in the U.K.
I used to think this was a load of rubbish then I saw one cross the field behind my house in rural Pembrokeshire. It was black, possibly a panther?
The hairy hands are real, growing up in Plymouth, I often travelled that road with relatives and experienced this!
That was great. Im English, and grew up very nesr Leicester. Ive never jeard if Black Annis, or most of the other stories. So that was fascinating. And also your fsmily stories are interesting. And you storytell well. Im going to subscribe for these reasons 😞😎👌
Thank you we hope to do more of these in the future
Your stories are fascinating. Water does definitely attract spirits.
We come from a very long line of superstitious people, while most Americans started leaving the superstitious generations ago, our family’’s STARTED stepping away the last two. So our parents and us. Being of Roma descent majority of me and tiffs grandmothers was fortune tellers as some point or another.
Can i open my eyes now. LOL. Love and peace from Wolverhampton England
lol same to you… the love and peace… not the can’t look at you part… I’m sure your lovely 😂🤣😂
Not a film, but well worth watching. It was a series called 'Wolf'. It's a psychological thriller. The scariest thing about it is it could happen to anyone.
The will o' the wisp arises from the " ignis fatuus " ( foolish fire ) that are ignited marsh gases that some people would follow into the marshes to their doom . The black dog ( called the barguest , or " byre ghost " , in the North ) are common in British folklore , usually as omens of death .
yeah barghest, im from leeds in yorkshire, in a area of leeds known as kirkstall, supposadly we have one round here, and i know of one suppose to haunt a area in north yorkshire between pately bridge and burnsall
Any sightings ?
Lived in York most of my life, and now live close to Whitby, but I have never seen the Barghest, or even heard of it until now! Shame I didn't know about it when I was in York, might have gone looking for it!
A Death Dog he calls it, while the misses wears a jumper with Hagrid's written on it. (The Grimm from Harry Potter comes to mind!)
Spital farm at staxton near Scarborough North Yorkshire was an inn for travellers many moons ago, the last werewolf was there preying on weary travellers, if I remember correctly, some say that one still roams the area from time to time
Hi guys, Just an FYI, celt or celtic is commonly pronounced kelt or keltic; it's a mistake Americans often make, no doubt due to your famous basketball team. Anyway, great video guys.
Noted lol we change the k for an s lol sorry bout that
One story local to Dartmoor, near where i live, is that of the 'hairy handed driver'. EDIT - You mentioned it! The story has it that sometimes people driving over the moor would have the steering wheel taken over by a pair of hairy hands which would drive you off the road to your death. Used to creep us out when we were kids. And the many storys from all over Britain of the ghosts of women who have died tragic deaths, often called the 'grey lady' or 'purple lady EDIT - or indeed 'white lady'. We have one of each locally, ... at the ruins of Berry Pomery castle a purple lady who is said to lure people up on the walls to to slip and fall, and another grey lady at Dartington hall who pregnant, betrayed and broken hearted jumped to her death from a church tower, and if you see her you are supposed to die within a year.
One personal freaky story of my own involved me staying the night at a friend's house ... a really big old victorian terraced house (row house)with an attic and stone cellar, where at night everyone would hear footsteps on the stairs at night, so i was always a bit nervous staying there as a kid. One time i shared my friends bedroom and there was a cupboard built into the thick adjoining wall at the foot of my bed and it was creeping me out as i lay in bed in pitch darkness with the covers pulled up over my head and i was imagining a foul skeleton or witch falling out of it. Anyway, after about 20 minuted of me freaking out about this cupboard ... it burst open forcefully! I could hear the doors fly open and bounce back off the walls. I lay there frozen for some minutes until dashing for the light switch, and there was the cupboard, doors wide open, nothing in there but a couple of books. I tried to wake my friend but he was sound asleep ... no fishing line to be found from his bed to the cupboard and i hadn't told him about the cupboard anyway. I made my bed on the floor next to his and eventually i slept. A very strange and very scary experience though. Did my fear move that door ... like a poltergeist? Or did i have some unconscious precognition that the door was going to burst open and attached some scary thoughts to it? Was the door somehow sprung and primed so to speak when it was closed? All i know is that i was quietly freaking out about about a cupboard bursting open and then it did, with force.
Incedentally ... the black dogs. He says they are northern but in the south we have stories of the 'black shuck'.
In Essex, where I'm from; we gave a Legendary Black Dog called Black Shuck. However, not a bad omen, more a nice figure. Good luck spirit
"Knockers means something completely different in America". In the UK as well 😉
Man of culture lol 😂
British Folklore is unique, because we're a Haunted Island Group. I've seen my Maternal Grandparent (4 days after his death from Coronavirus in Late January 2021)
There are hundreds of myths and legends in the UK,even the land itself and the rivers can be charmed. The river where I live has a spirit called Peg Powler who will drag you into the river if you get too close. On the Yorkshire Moors there is a rock on which you leave money to ensure you cross the moors safely
I need to get one of those rocks installed by my house. Sounds like a good little earner.
Yeah, those hairy hands on dartmoor making you crash, the only way to get back from the pub up there is drunk driving, it's pretty remote... someone I know had the hairy hands steer their landrover into a cattle grid post when he was driving back from the pub and that was up by 2 bridges,
I think Berry Pomeroy Castle in Devon which is 1 of the UKs most haunted castles has a white lady ghost who was the daughter of a lord who locked her away in the dungeon, when we where teens we'd drive there in the middle of the night and climb in ..really creepy
I live a mere 5 minute walk away from a place called Boggart Hole Clough in Northern Manchester which has an old Boggart legend attached to it.
I’ve seen a few black dogs when I was younger, I’m from the north east. Very unusual to see. 😨
Really ? Anything odd happen after seeing them ?
The thing I have noticed with these old lores are that they are all Anglo-Saxon. Celtic people have completely different lores because of their pagan heritage.
Hey Roma, rom San /Kushti divis yes a lot drawing back to the old times.
Actually the Redcap is Scottish, the narrator got it wrong.
Anglo saxons have a pagan heritage also.
I like your open minds. I have had encounters with fairy folk and with ghosts. If you want to hear about people seeing fairies, here and around the world, look for the Modern Fairy Sightings podcast. They have videos on UA-cam too.
I'll give you one fairy encounter of mine and one ghost one. I have a lot of both.
Fairies first. I am a Christian druid, meaning I celebrate Christmas, Easter and the eight Pagan festivals of the Wheel of the Year. One Easter, I went to an Easter Sunrise service with a group of Methodists. We were at a youth hostel, I believe, on the Ridgeway (an ancient track across the hills). There was a woodland area beside the hill we were on and as always, I found myself looking at the trees.
I became aware that there were figures by the trees, as if stepping out of them. They seemed about five feet tall. All the ones I looked at seemed female I'm form, humanoid, but not human. Their skin was brown, green and bark-like.
The nearest one caught my attention, because she was looking at our group as the cup was blessed for communion. I could see her face clearly and I saw surprise and recognition. It seemed to me that she had not known that humans had religion. She seemed happy to see we had a spiritual side. She continued to watch us, but I was distracted as the cup was handed to me. I didn't see them go. They just weren't there after a while.
The ghost thing was a long time ago, before I became a druid. I was living in a street where I felt unsafe. I was in my early 20s and a gang of teenagers used to threaten people, especially lone women.
I had caught the wrong bus, which meant I got off further from home than usual and had to walk along a road where the kids hung around. Halfway along, I saw them and they saw me. I was terrified. Then, suddenly, I heard two dogs, one either side of me.
Anyone who has known a dog can identify them from the sound of their walk. On my left was Lady, a dog who had passed away years before. On my right was Bob, a dog who had died a few months before. During life, Bob had saved me twice from threats. Lady had been very protective of me when I was a child.
I felt protected. I walked on. I don't know what the teens saw or heard, but instead of the usual insults and threats, they rapidly backed off. Maybe I just seemed confident or maybe they saw the ghost dogs. Anyway, as I got to my gate, I said to the dogs, "Thankyou. You can come in with me if you like." They didn't. They knew I was safe.
Those are kool stories, as a Christian I express to people that the Bible is not a biology or science book. It’s a book of what people need to know to live a good life and how to serve God. But the Bible is not a book on everything there is to know. Even in science we talk about other plains of existence. It be crazy to assume there are not other life forms out there and here. Do I believe in fair folk? Not really… do I count them out as non existent? No anything is possible.
@Trippingthroughadventures Come to the UK. I know a wood in Wales that convinced my sceptical brother. He'd been teasing me for believing and as we walked into the wood he froze and said, "What's that, under the tree?" There were a couple of small fairies under a fern. I said, "Do you mean the fern or the fairies?" He said, "Good! You can see them too."
@helenwood8482 I would be down to see that lol
Just finished the rest of the video and wanted to add in England specifically most of our mythology come from the Anglo Saxons and not the Druids (Celts), with some additional imput from Vikings. The old English gods are similar to the Vikings (both being Germanic peoples), like Woden (Odin) and Thunor (Thor) and give us our days of the week! Easter was also originally an Anglo Saxon pagan tradition, celebrating Eostre, the goddess of the dawn and spring, which the Christians took and spread to the rest of the world!
Eostre was a translation error by Bede. There was no such goddess. The word simply means "eastwards".
@@helenwood8482 This is false. There is corroborating evidence on the continent for her existence and academics are in agreement on that one. I'm guessing you're a Christian? 🥱
Have you ever heard of the "tokaloshi"?
No
We only have a small country but if you get up on those moors you will find yourself very alone in a beautiful if potentially dangerous area
A lot of mystery in them islands for sure
What many people including some bits don't realise is there are 6282 separate islands that make up the UK lots of them are uninhabited and are largely left to nature and the fairy folk
Springheeled Jack or Spring Heeled Jack is the one British folklore that genuinely freaks me out.
The Redcap is actually from the Scottish side of the borders, it's called the Redcap because the demon would soak its cap in the blood of its victims that gave the cap a blood red colour, the redcap can be summoned by particularly evil people. The most famous summoning in Scotland was by an evil wizard who had the locals in a stranglehold by using the redcap to do his bidding, the only way to kill a redcap is by unaliving the person who summond it. The wizard and the redcap cannot be unalived by mortal weapons, however the locals eventually found a way to unalive the wizard...they used their fists and feet to unalive the wizard and went he was no more the redcap vanished. Also if a redcap is chasing you you cannot outrun it, even Eusain Bolt couldn't outrun the redcap.
You should watch *"GRIMM"* the US TV show.. They reference a lot of Old country European Folklore.. Of a time before America was inhabited by you guys.. Mu ha ha harrrrrr
P.S. My Grandmother was a confessed WHITE WITCH.. She grew many herbs and spices and never visited a doctor and lived till she was over a 100.
So that is Tiffs all time favorite tv show lol
ive unfortunatly had a run in with a bogart, scared e for life, it scratcged my lower back with nail marks and nearly pushed me i na bog as a child, i saw the reeds moving away from me as it ran away and vanished, and we have no animals that leave cut like scratched and is thet big. and that could run through a biog like that
ive got a caravan by a lake in butlins. there is a one legged seagull that taps on the door... about the scariest thing there... my 500 year old cottage on the other hand 👻
One mythical creature originating in County Durham, northeast of England is the Lambton Worm. Remember the song as a child back in the 1960’s. It’s way too long so I’ll give you the chorus:
Whisht lads,haad yor gobs,
An’aa’ll tell ye all an aaful story,
Whisht lads,haad yor gobs, An’Aa’ll ye boot the worm.
Young Lambton went a fishing in the River Wear…catch’d a fish upon his heuk and thowt it vary queer.
He waddn’t fash to carry it hyem,so he hoyed it doon a well.
Footnote, you mentioned Vikings, the word hyem is Scandinavian for home.
zzzzzz….I can hear snoring !
Up north we have Boggarts, a strange demon like creature. In Manchester there is even a park named Boggart Hole Clough because there are supposed to be Boggarts there
i live in lancashire and came across a bogart in a bog at scout camp didnt see it it left scratch marks down my back and alos pushed me in the bog i was hiding in long grass reeds, my scout akala could not identify the scratchesd as anythign that would have done that
Burnley had the Bee hole Bogart that skinned an old lady and left her skin on a rose bush, Turf Moor is now located where the woods used to be where the Bogart lived.
My grandmother had a black dog called Toby who was run over by a car and killed then after some time you might see him sitting at the top of the stairs My sister has seen him but I've only heard him walking around upstairs and when the house was sold one of the new owners saw him sitting there 😊
Some years ago a friend of mine and her boyfriend went out for a meal with their friends to a place called Hardwick Inn , in Derbyshire, on the way home after they saw a woman all in white, just stood there crying, they asked her if she needed any help., she then faded before their eyes.My friend and her boyfriend were sceptical of the paranormal until that day, but they all witnessed the same thing.
Oh cool they included Black Annis, no one ever includes that one.
The fae folk can cover a wide variety of magical or supernatural beings, including those in human form, for instance in Arthurian legend there is Morgan le Fay being a mistranslation of Morgan the fairy or witch
During wassailing, guns are fired and pots and pans hit with sticks so the evil spirits will be driven out of the orchard. Personally, I don't really think nature spirits are evil, they're just different to us, so my wassailing is just a blessing and offering to the apple trees. I also give the trees a blessing at Hallowe'en, before they go to sleep.
That’s really interesting, people in America like to relate spirits to more modern things. Specially over the top Christians. They think, scary movies or haunted corn mazes and haunted houses attraction can give you evil spirits… being a Christian myself find it hard to believe a 16 year old kid, who is wearing a Freddy cruiger mask, that will be sitting their underwear playing call of duty an hour after the attraction closes. Is going to do much in the way of spirits. But like most Americans, we are guided by Hollywood lol.
The black death dog is also known as the Grimm.
Yes I'm from UK our island is very haunted 2 thousand years old plenty battles thousands and thousands murders but it is only frightening if you let it be so just go with the flow much more wary of living
We have a little storm "Ashley" right now over Britain
The wisp thing is probably methane gas.. idk what it is but I've seen it once on the bog when I turn over a rock. Little glowing things started bobbing along the ground. I assumed it was gas escaping but can't explain why it was glowing
May I recommend irish folk tales about fairies etc
Black dogs have a long history in the UK. Some have red eyes some don't.
My family like most has had that for generations, some say they have witnessed it with their own eyes, not long before someone close to them had an untimely or horrible death. They said it wasn’t as frightening as you would think. It’s more of an off feeling but not knowing just what that feeling is. Something is just a little threatening about the dog but in more than just a physical sense. But not as threatening as someone attacking you with a knife. They said was more of a feeling that makes you go “ hmm what was up with that dog “ type thing.
Your because im british init. Should read its cos i is british init. Just a suggestion. Love the vids.
lol there’s a thin line we walk from celebrating and would some would say “taking the piss “ out of the British lol we use innit because innit has been a part of Rich’s vocabulary all his life lol
There,s a young girl who flags down cars or motorbikes asking for a lift to the next village, when they take her there they see she,s vanished many times its happened to people giving her lifts its said she was killed in a road accident many years ago 😮😮
@@michaelisles4756 does she put on a helmet on the motorbike or does that vanish to
Blue bell hill?
@@GemmaBarton-z9q yes thxs
Phantom hitch hikers are worldwide, even in Hawaiian folklore
Can't you tell if a hand is grabbing you without seeing it? 😂😂
I mean I guess but who to say it’s hairy hands, how do they know the hands was hairy is they was invisible.
@@Trippingthroughadventures Because they feel like hands and feel hairy??
Knockers -Properly Known as "Tommy knockers"
"Knockers" means exactly the same thing in the UK......
Good man 😂
This is true about the Death Dog
The squid is a young one they are estimated on there growth rate with age to grow anything up to 150ft long
It'll be a sad day - IMHO - when people no longer have time for the many folkloric tales to be found all over these magical islands.
Though not so people believe in it, I feel people are so caught up in issues today, they never really take time to really let their brain take a real stroll in the imagination… it so fun and amazing. Like a work horse finally running in a field. Things like these do the body and mind good. However on today’s time people are so focused on politics that their imagination is almost none existent.
will o wisps are what americans call jack o lantern, its where the jack o lantern comes from
Try this one devils footprints 1885 all the Best
as Gollum says dont follow the lights
The Gytrash is real, I know having once been led safely through a bad area by one
lol got time for the whole story I’m interested lol
My grandparents Fred and Emma had a lovely Vaedo back in the 1930s but sadly while they were loving in it their baby son died, some time later another Gypsy man was very keen to buy it from them and so they sold it to him but did not tell him about their loss as they thought it might put him off buying it, Some time later my grandfather met the man again and ask if he still had it ? The man said sadly no he had had to get rid of it because of his wife, he said that he really liked it but his wife did not, she said that whenever she was in it by her self she could hear a baby crying
Dawty that be trasherin wouldn’t it! Chavi. Rubbin when there ain’t not Chavi 🫣 I’d mur myself if I shun that.
Here's a good video to react to The greatest raid by Jeremy clarkson
Have to watch his Victoria Cross one first so as not to spoil it
Folklore, and myths are part of British history and culture. Predomenently from our pagan roots. It is an intrinsic part of our identity and who we are, whether it be old gods/goddesses, the fea, spirits, or creatures. Much of it can be attributed to our connection to this bleak, misty, wind swept, yet beautifull group of islands' like no other.
BOO ! 👻
There is a welsh mythology with a black mastiff with fire red eyes the Gwyllgi
First you see the white lady..... And then comes black annis.
Sleep tight, dont let the bed bugs catch you.
If you watch Brave, there are wisps in it
Knockers means the same thing here too, if we’re speaking about the same thing lol………which I think we are
Ohhh yea!!! 🤣😂🤣😂
The ghost is clear Don't worry 🙂
they are just myths that is all , i have hiked from wales and the peek district and down south i have not seen anything but the beauty of the countryside , hills and mount snowdon there is nothing weird going on.
I'm a resident of Leicester, Leicestershire and black Annis is an old myth as is the White lady which is sited very near to another old myth, from what I remember a monk whom if you were to see it would be a premonition of death, he haunts Leicester Cathedral, where king Richard 3rd is buried.ua-cam.com/video/ehVLyMcdje0/v-deo.html
Actually druids still exist today and still very much part of British culture especially Celtic (pronounced Keltic).
So are these actual descendants of druids who practice what was past down or people who are reengaging in the practice?
@@Trippingthroughadventures Yes most are, not all are though.
They are a far cry from the ancient druids however.
@hardywatkins7737 True, but they're very aware of traditions and practices of their ancestors though while still doing many of those traditions and practices aswell.
@@emmahowells8334 We don't actually know how the ancient druids practiced apart from some very scant and dubious descriptions from ancient writers. However we can speculate.
Can I suggest you research your own country's folklore - native Americans have a rich folklore.
Skin walkers, the giants the Navajo traded with or the skunk ape here im Florida oh I’ve done that my whole life the British folklore is new, yet strangely familiar
A load of cods whallop I've not seen anything I can't explain and I'm 52yrs old until I do I don't believe in anything