‘There is a witch in Woodplumpton. She is buried, upside down, beneath a boulder…’
When you think of the Fylde, if you think of it at all, you might picture its coastline: Illuminations, picturesque windmills, and historic lighthouses.
This story is much older than any of those things. This story takes place in the Fylde of 400 years ago, where boggarts dwelt in farmsteads,... [click here for more]