It is said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned – but in Boulge in Suffolk, the woman in question who haunts the village in a coach pulled by headless horses is so furious that she’s known locally as the Queen of Hell itself.
It is said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned – but in Boulge in Suffolk, the woman in question who haunts the village in a coach pulled by headless horses is so furious that she’s known locally as the Queen of Hell itself.
In the fairytales, the creature lurking beneath the bridge ready to claim the souls of unsuspecting passers-by was a troll.
In the fairytales, the creature lurking beneath the bridge ready to claim the souls of unsuspecting passers-by was a troll.
There’s little more quintessentially English than a village hall, it’s the heart of a community, a hub for social activities, the place where parish business is conducted and where villagers gather together.
There’s little more quintessentially English than a village hall, it’s the heart of a community, a hub for social activities, the place where parish business is conducted and where villagers gather together.
Here be dragons – or rather here were dragons, back in 1449.
Here be dragons – or rather here were dragons, back in 1449.
Was Brockdish Hall the backdrop for a tragic tale which saw a Christmas bride entombed in a chest for 50 long and lonely years?
Was Brockdish Hall the backdrop for a tragic tale which saw a Christmas bride entombed in a chest for 50 long and lonely years?
