So what really happened?
Well the story (the true story) is that in April 2005 a group of us gathered at Barbara Green’s home in Brighouse, West Yorkshire to investigate ghost cases in the area and reputedly haunted Robin Hood’s grave. The group consisted of Gareth, Drew, the Yorkshire Pudding, Barbara and myself. We conducted a ‘blessing ceremony’ at Robin Hood’s grave one night, although I’ll skip that here as that’s not the point of this story.
But high above the secluded grave-site lay Hartstead Church where stories of a ghostly phenomenon also abounded. I believe ‘it’ had been reported in the churchyard where, interestingly, and ancient Yew tree had been split in two by lightening
The area was deserted, but on the other side of the road was a ‘working’ medieval stocks – presumably for people who might have misbehaved in church for there was no other outward sign of human habitation or older settlememts.
Anyway, Gareth’s heart leapt for joy and he insisted in ‘trying them out’ to ‘get the feel of them’. Well, we all helped secure him and then . . . disaster! The stocks somehow locked shut and we couldn’t get him free. Not that Gareth minded. “Just take your time”, he said patiently. So we did, and got some photographs!
We eventually got him out but as we walked back to the car, Gareth kept looking back longingly. It was almost as if he couldn’t bear to leave them!
In retrospect, it did seem rather a shame to leave them. I’ve often regretted not having put the Yorkshire Pudding in them . . . and left her there!