Banshee Wood
Spring walk in Chesham.
A walk down memory with a visit to the town where I grew up. When I was a teenager one of my Mum’s acquaintances told me there was a Banshee living in those woods over there. If you heard it cry someone was going to die. From then on I treated this place with extreme caution......
With the benefit of hindsight I wonder how a wailing Irish spirit found it’s way to rural Buckinghamshire. If there was a doom predicting spirit in those trees, then surely it would have some kind of local name? How gullible we were back in the 60s when anything an adult said was taken as gospel. Most likely there was a vixen living in there and it frightened seven shades out of my Mum’s friend one evening so he made up a legend to go with it.
Banshee Wood
Spring walk in Chesham.
A walk down memory with a visit to the town where I grew up. When I was a teenager one of my Mum’s acquaintances told me there was a Banshee living in those woods over there. If you heard it cry someone was going to die. From then on I treated this place with extreme caution......
With the benefit of hindsight I wonder how a wailing Irish spirit found it’s way to rural Buckinghamshire. If there was a doom predicting spirit in those trees, then surely it would have some kind of local name? How gullible we were back in the 60s when anything an adult said was taken as gospel. Most likely there was a vixen living in there and it frightened seven shades out of my Mum’s friend one evening so he made up a legend to go with it.