The clocks in all the houses tell different times

May 3, 2017

Diary 3rd May

The first of May it rained all day. We didn’t much care. Once at home we battened down the hatches and watched DVDs; in the evening we played “Cards against Humanity”, great fun.

Tuesday, App and Wal visited us in the evening. Mild bondage games with lots of laughter, an amateur porno movie, and mutual teasing during the hour and a half duration of the film. I’m still a little sore from our Beltane eve celebrations.

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Thoughts of the Reverend John Ruddle. The year is 1665 and Ruddle the incumbent of St Mary Magdalene, Launceston, is called to the home of the Bligh family resident near South Petherwin; they tell him of their young son, who claims he is regularly accosted by a ghostly apparition on his way to school.

Ruddle interviews the boy who recounts a most convincing story. The apparition, a woman, dressed in flowing robes, keeps gliding towards him as if to speak – but the boy can’t understand what it is she says. The boy is obviously very scared by these unpleasant experiences.

The Reverend arranges to accompany the boy and his father the following morning on his normal route to school. He records the following:

“We went into the field, and had not gone a third part before the spectrum, in the shape of a woman, with all the circumstances he had described the day before, so far as the suddenness of its appearance and transition would permit me to discover, passed by. I was a little surprised at it, and though I had taken up a firm resolution to speak to it, I had not the power, nor durst I look back; yet I took care not to show any fear to my pupil and guide.”

Convinced the ghost is a disturbed spirit, Ruddle visits his Bishop who agrees an exorcism. The Reverend duly arms himself with bell, book and candle and proceeds to again confront the specter. His account continues:

“Soon after five I stepped over the stile into the haunted field, and had not gone above thirty or forty paces before the ghost appeared at the further stile. I spoke to it in some short sentences with a loud voice; whereupon it approached me, but slowly, and when I came near it moved not. I spoke again, and it answered in a voice neither audible nor very intelligible. I was not in the least terrified, and therefore persisted until it spoke again and gave me satisfaction; but the work could not be finished at this time. Whereupon the same evening, an hour after sunset, it met me again near the same place, and after a few words on each side it quietly vanished, and neither doth appear now, nor hath appeared since, nor ever will more to any man’s disturbance…

“These things are true and I know them to be so, with as much certainty as eyes and ears can give me.”

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The local hunt were out on Monday. Were they ‘accidentally’ killing foxes or have they found new quarry to pursue?

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