‘The Very End of Old Delph Will’ by Jean Atkin

  All Saddleworth was plagued by boggarts in those days. Such beings stumbled by like woolsacks. And they were wide as a lane and their eyes were blazing dinner plates and they were constantly likely to emit hot winds. The country people are frightened to death said Ammon Wrigley, folklorist. Or they were, until that day in 1710 when Old Delph Will met his end … Continue reading ‘The Very End of Old Delph Will’ by Jean Atkin