This wood, with its bluebells and mix of oak, ash and hazel trees, used to be a favourite place for dog walkers. It still is a lovely spot on a summer's evening or early in the morning when the birds are singing their hearts out. However, recently it has got a bit of a dark reputation. It is rumoured that strange ceremonies go on here at key dates around the year: May Day, Midsummer, Halloween and Candlemass. Nobody likes to talk about it, but after a couple of pints old Jack Manesty will tell you what he knows. If you linger. You might see something.
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