Witches Craig

There is a place in the Bathgate Hills called Witches Craig. It is a lonely place where the wind blows stronger and the ice freezes harder than anywhere else for miles around. Few people

know it. Though it stands dark and proud against the sky, it is set back from a road that is not well travelled except by those with a brave heart and a swift horse. In times gone by it has been a place for those who don’t want to be seen, who have business of their own that they want to keep to themselves: like the Covenanters who secretly preached nearby from the old Bible, like outlaws seeking sanctuary with the Hospitallers and, of course, the witches... who leave behind their mark wherever they go.-By Mary Easson

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