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Saturday, 16 June 2018

South West Coast Path - Westward Ho! to Barnstaple

Salt marsh

One of the few low level and flat walks on the SWCP, 12.5 miles between Westward Ho! to Barnstaple

A very easy walk that can be split into two if required. The first part navigates around Northam Burrows, the duned area that juts out into the Taw and Torridge estuary. A ferry at Appledore links across to Instow where the trail continues making use of the former Bideford and Barnstaple railway trackbed.

Westward Ho! to Barnstaple Walk - Essential Information

Walk Statistics:

Start point
Westward Ho! View in OS Map | View in Google Map
End Point
Barnstaple View in OS Map | View in Google Map
Total Walk distance
12.5 miles
Walk difficulty
High tides can prevent access in front of Appledore, use the road if this is the case


The following maps and services can assist in navigating this route. The links include published hard copy as well as online plots and downloadable GPX route data for importing into navigational software and apps.

Ordnance Survey Explorer Map
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Online Ordnance Survey Route
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Online OpenStreetMap Route
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Online Google Route
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ViewRanger App Route
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GPX data for route (download)

Details of Accommodation used when performing this walk


Upper Lynstone Camping and Caravan ParkView in OS Map | View in Google Map
A popular family run campsite close to Bude and with easy access to the South West Coast Path


Details of public transport that is required for the walk

Stagecoach - Bus Service
Service Number
21 - Stagecoach 21 Serrvice linking Westward Ho!, Bideford, Barstaple and Ilfracombe

Walk Data

Date of Walk
Walk Time
09:00 to 14:30
Griffmonster, Kat
Weather Conditions
Grey skies, drizzle and rain

Walk Notes

All the walks along the South West Coast Path that appear on this site have been undertaken over consecutive years, utilizing the last week of June. This was specifically selected to obtain the longest hours of daylight plus the hopeful accompaniment of some decent summer weather. Over the years, despite the season, we have been subjected to some extensive storms, persistent pea soup fog and weathered many a good soaking on the walks. 2017 was not going to allow us to get away lightly either when the met office forecast a storm to hit south west England during the middle of our walking week. The storm blew in on the Tuesday evening and lasted through to the Wednesday afternoon. Such was the strength of the winds the tent had to be pegged down with two pegs for each guy staked in opposing directions and even this was not totally effective so additional lengths of guy rope had to be anchored to the wooden fence that sectioned the pitches. The chap on the adjacent pitch appeared to go out and return with a rented high sided van which he strategically parked next alongside his tent. Whether he had intended to hire the van or not is unknown but it did shelter his camp from the worst of the winds.

As has been stated on this site on many times, walking the South West Coast Path does warrant some common sense and having back up plans when the weather turns against you. Safety is the prime concern and during high winds and heavy rain it is always advisable to err on the side of caution and find alternative routes. During this week, the itinerary had provided an additional day which was intended purely as relaxation and taking in the sights. This proved to be highly advantageous as on the day of the storm we could sit back in the full knowledge that we were not falling behind schedule. Even so, due to the amount of rain that had fallen and the murky drizzle that persisted into the Thursday it was considered that the best policy was to postpone the Bucks Mills to Westward Ho! section for a brighter day later in the week and walk the low level Westward Ho! to Barnstaple section which was predominantly around the estuary and along the former Bideford to Barnstaple trackbed. This luxury of shuffling the walking sections is one of the key advantages of tackling parts of the Coast Path using a central base. A lot of planning goes into the walks, determining expected walk durations, consultation of the available bus services and the basic logistics for each specific section. This does pay off when things do not go quite to plan. Hopefully the information in these pages is of assistance to other walkers.

The walk uses Bideford as its central location where there is a long stay car park by the River Quay and frequent buses that link both Westward Ho! and Barnstaple. The alternatives are parking at either Westward Ho! or Barnstaple and using the bus.

The 21 bus service terminates at Westward Ho! and the most convenient stop is by the Coop on Golf Links road which is a mere 100 yards from the sea front. From here the Coast Path passes in front of the shops before heading out to Northam Burrows along the perimeter of the Golf Course. This now becomes very open, a large flat landscape where in inclement weather such a the gusty drizzle of this day, one has to put ones face to the floor and plod onwards with occasional stops to gaze around at ones progress. It had rained heavily Tuesday evening. There was constant and persistent rain throughout much of Wednesday and now there was a fine drizzle yet this did not put off a few weather hardened golfers and it did not deter the groundsman from irrigating the course with an industrial size water sprayer that tossed sprays of water into the rain.

Beyond the golf course is the Northam Burrows Countrypark, a grassy coastal plain of salt marsh and dune that juts out into the Torridge estuary. The Coast Path follows around the perimeter until it meets a road that returns around the eastern side to Appledore. A pebble ridge protects the western side and rocks act as defence elsewhere although the northern side appears to be open to the elements and on this occasion the dunes were getting constant bombardment from the high tide. On the eastern side is an area of mudflats and marsh known as the Skern which was flooded by the tide on this occasion.

A small stone bridge marks the end of the Burrows and the start of Appledore. This crosses a small watercoarse plainly known as The Pill. The coast path route navigates along the coastline in front of Appledore but on this occasion a couple of locals advised that the area was flooded and we would be better off using the road into the village. The advice was taken rejoining the path at the lifeboat Station. Appledore is a quaint Devon seaside village full of narrow lanes lined with brightly coloured terraced cottages and little alleys. A 3 ton block of carve granite sits on the small green. The simple graphics depict a warrior with a sword on one side and viking ship on the other. This is known as the Hubba Stone and was put in place in 2010 as a commemoration of an ancient battle in 878AD where the invading forces of Hubba the Dane were routed at Bloody Corner between Appledore and Northam. Hubba was slain and legend states that he was buried under a huge stone on the local shoreline. Bloody Corner is not shown on maps unless its that bloody sharp Corner just after Appledore Bridge.

There is an option here. One can continue onto Bideford along the riverside Coast Path, a distance of some 3 miles or so. A similar distance on the opposite bank reaches Instow, just across the water from Appledore. The alternative is to catch the ferry which runs subject to tide. On this occasion it was in operation and after a few minutes waiting we were whisked across the estuary amid the anchored craft to Instow.

On the opposite side of the water one is landed close to the Quay Inn which makes a perfect opportunity for some lunch. Just down the road is a railway crossing and the home of the Bideford Heritage Railway Centre. A restored signal box stands proudly by the line and a single line of track gently curves around to the station where a tall semaphore signal stands in upright position.

At this point we have another couple of options. The Coast Path skirts around the edges of the marsh then joins the former railway trackbed the other side of Instow, to continue through to Barnstaple. The other option is to use the railway throughout which is marked as the Tarka Trail and follows the old railway throughout. Considering the flooded marshes and high tides already encountered it was though wise to follow the Tarka Trail.

Being an old railway track this has the obvious qualities of such a converted route that serves as both path and cycle track; long flowing curves; a decent asphalt surface and although one may consider such walking monotonous it does soon cover many miles. Monotony is probably not the correct word unless one is clearly intent on getting to ones destination as quickly as possible. There is plenty to feast ones eyes on along this track. On the landward side are hills. On the seaward side is marsh. Old stone bridges carry roads from the seafront of Instow. Ramshackle old huts parade by the lineside, probably holiday homes. A curious large thatched and whitewashed stone building sits in the lonely landscape overlooking the wide estuary. It is the North Devon Cricket Ground pavilion. Aside it is a radio mast pointing poignantly to the heavens. Instow Barton Marsh, wild and open. A curious circular structure with a decaying roof deteriorating into the landscape. A sewage works. An industrial pit. A substation. More marsh. A decaying road. An abandoned boat. Cows. Rosebay willowherb, pink purple brashness against the green and grey skies. A tube of industrial adhesive. These are a few of my favourite things.

Eventually the great massive yearning estuary comes into close proximity and the Fremington Pill flows out into it. The name Pillis curious, this being the second instance encountered on this walk. One suggestion taken from a 1911 publication on Wiltshire placenames, is that it is derived from Celtic Welsh word piol with the meaning of a pool or marsh which seems a plausible assumption.

A stone and brick monument sits aside the steel bridge that crosses the Pill. It is a memorial to John Dinger Bell who drowned here in 1986 and the plaque describes this man as local fisherman and character. Presumably Dinger was a nickname. I can find nothing about him. But his names lives on. Good old Dinger.

On the opposite side of the bridge is Fremington station, fully restored, including a signal box. The building now houses a cafe and appears to be a popular stopping place for the numerous cyclists that use the Tarka Trail. Cyclists regularly pass from this point through to Barnstaple. Some have bells, others don't and can make one jump when the sail past without announcement.

The track curves around following the estuary to reveal the gigantic modem concrete edifice known as Taw Bridge. At first it is in the distance but slowly it comes closer and closer, dominating the panorama and spanning the broad estuary with five huge leaps across its supporting piers. Above it is the monotonous and endless rumble of traffic hurtling along the A361 trunk road to avoid the town of Barnstaple. On the opposite bank is a so called business park. An industrial estate in old parlance. On this side is a retail park or shopping centre in old parlance. Funny how names change as stereotypical connotations are associated with such words. Whether industrial estate or business park, retail park or shopping centre, they are all lots of concrete and tarmac that provide the announcement that one is entering the ever burgeoning Barnstaple. There is a short walk to reach the historic 15th century bridge across the Taw. It is busy with traffic, an endless stream of vehicles passing in and out of the town. The walk soon ends at the bus station.

The modern road bridge at Barnstaple
The modern road bridge at Barnstaple


The South West Coast Path is clearly marked with the usual acorn markers of a national trail

The walk starts at Westward Ho! seafront alighting the bus at the Coop stop on Golf Links Road. The path is clearly marked throughout. Follow the path out around Northem Burrows which leads around to Appledore. There is a ferry here across to Instow but it does not operate on days where the tide is not favourable. Please check prior to the walk. The alternative is to follow the coast path down to Bideford then back out to Instow.

The Coast path navigates around the front of Instow then around Instow Barton Marsh and East Yelland Marsh before joining the former Bideford and Barnstaple railway route. An alternative is to take the railway route throughout which is marked as the Tarka Trail.

At Barnstaple, cross the bridge then take an immediate right. Follow the road around for 230 yards and the bus staation is on the left.

Torridge Estuary
Torridge Estuary


Quay Inn, Instow View in OS Map | View in Google Map

Image of pub
Marine Parade, Instow

A traditional river side inn with an upstairs restaurant overlooking the estuary. Fresh, local food from snack to full meals and Sunday roasts. Three regular ales, one of which is always from a local brewery, and two ciders.


Great to see some locally brewed ale available here. Country Life Brewery is base in Abbotsham and their Golden Pig ale is a perfect complement to lunch. A well balanced golden ale where every mouthful is an utter pleasure.

Memorial to John Dinger Bell, local fisherman and character
Memorial to John Dinger Bell, local fisherman and character


The Legend of the White NunView in OS Map | View in Google Map

As the SWCP Trail approaches Barnstaple from Fremington Quay, along the former Bideford and Barstaple railway, one will notice on the right a line of trees. This is the remains of Anchor Wood which is the setting for this old tale. The name of Anchor Wood is nothing to do with maritime designations despite its close proximity with the estuary. The name originates from the term anchorite, a religious recluse, as it is said that the wood once contained an anchorites cell.

This tale was discovered in two separate 19th century journals from Philadelphia in the United States, one declaring it to be authored by a contributor named J Popham who presumably originated from Devon whilst the second account is anonymously credited to a contributor. The articles are unashamedly ghost stories and set in the area around Fremington and are told from a first hand experience of when the author was a young man. The story starts by stating that the author and his companion, a chap he refers to as Bob Turner, were keen field sportsmen and would often visit acquaintances further afield than the parish from where they hailed in Devon.

On one of these excursions, quoted as being in November 1809, they were, as accustomed, accommodated in the village Fremington at the residence of a gentleman known as Squire Primrose. This must have been a regular haunt for the two lads, as although they had a love of game shooting, they readily admit that there was an alternative motive to their visits, namely the squires two pretty daughters, Jane and Elizabeth. The fact that the author eventually married Jane, and Bob married Elizabeth suggests they were very familiar with the area.

During this visit, on the evening of their arrival, various visitors dropped by the house to join in with the card games, newspaper reading and swapping of local gossip, the usual form of entertainment in those bygone days. It was during this social time that the Squire read aloud a ghost story that had been published in the local weekly newspaper. The visitors all attentively listened after which, in the ensuing silence, a woman named as Mrs Scroggins exclaimed that her old man, William, had encountered the same ghost, known locally as the White Nun, just the previous evening in the graveyard by the old convent. The experience had resulted in him declaring never to pass through there in the dark ever again.

The visiting lads, who were keenly interested although somewhat sceptical, begged Mrs Scroggins to reveal more of the story for she obviously knew the full details of the legend. After much prompting, Mrs Scroggins eventually obliged revealing the full story of the White Nun, which I shall outline here, although I would hasten to add that those interested should read the original account.

She begins with a reference to Sticklepath Hill where she attests that a convent once stood, some two or three centuries previous and whose only remaining evidence were a few decaying walls. Beyond this site there was a castle which formerly belonged to the Bassett family who were said to have descended from a family who accompanied William the Conqueror over from Normandy. The legend is set in the specific year of 1474 when Sir Hugh Bassett resided at the castle and whose sole child was a beautiful and graceful daughter named Agnes. Agnes was kind and thoughtful, and very much admired by the poorer folk around the neighbourhood.

Despite many advances towards her by worthy suitors it was not until she met a young knight by the name of Roderic Wray, the adopted son of a neighbouring Baron, that her eye was turned. It is said Roderic was found abandoned as an infant in Anchor Wood and the Wray family took him as their own for they were childless. Roderic became a gallant and educated young man and a regular visitor to the castle and it was not long before his charms won over Agnes. However, Sir Hugh had other plans for Agnes, for he had a chosen suitor by the name of Lord de Burgh whom Agnes particularly disliked. When eventually confronted with the choice, Agnes vowed she would rather spend the rest of her life in a convent than marry the odious Lord de Burgh. This she was granted although she still silently pined to be with Roderic and similarly Roderic was devastated by her commitment to the convent and fell into a melancholic daze.

Despite remonstrations from Roderics family to Sir Hugh to resolve this situation, he stubbornly held out until his death, succumbing to an unnamed disease. Sir Hughs inheritance was to go fully to Lord de Burgh if he managed to marry Agnes otherwise it would be split a third each to a nephew, the convent and Lord de Burgh.

Not wanting to miss out on the full inheritance, Lord de Burgh hatched a plan to forcibly remove Agnes from the convent and carry her away and marry her. However word got to her of the plan and on the night it was due to take place, when the shadow of a man climbed through her window and started to approach, she picked up a dagger and violently stabbed the intruder. The commotion awoke the rest of the convent and the Abbess and other nuns came running to Agnes' aid only to find that the body that lay of the floor was not Lord de Burgh but that of her true love, Roderic.

The story soon came out that Roderic had also got wind of the Lords plot, had met him outside the convent and there they did battle. Lord de Burgh had been killed and Roderic had climbed the walls to Agnes's room to claim his bride.

Roderic was buried in the church that faced the convent and Agnes grieved over her deeds until she passed away from her broken heart, her last words allegedly being Yes, I'm coming as she gazed intently at the foot of her bed as if someone was standing there. A neighbouring abbot then claimed As an expiation for her guilt she will be required to walk in penitential garb to his grave on each anniversary of his death for the space of 300 years. The legend has persisted ever since many have attested to witnessing the White Nun. Traditionally, the ghost of Agnes reappears, on 7th of November at midnight, walking in the White Nuns attire towards her lovers grave with a rosary in her hand.

After Mrs Scroggins completed her story a stony silence fell across the attentive listeners punctuated only by the sounds of the sleeping Squire. Slowly words started to fill the air about the sadness of the tale and Mrs Primrose made a point that she had too much experience of such spiritual matters to discount this as nothing more than some old folk tale. The bravado of the visiting lads naturally discounted anything about ghosts and they remonstrated that they would be quite willing to show their fortitude by confronting any ghost or ghoul that may dare present their form.

The next day the two lads eagerly set out for a days shooting, venturing some miles away from Fremington due to a lack of game at their original intended location. They spent the whole day out, returning at dusk, having to walk through the early evening guided only by a bright moon. On passing through Anchor Wood, Bob, who was leading the way, came to a sudden halt and pointed out a glimmering white figure ahead. Its appearance was of a tall young lady dressed all in white and awaiting their approach along the footpath. It did not take much prompting between them to deduce that this was had all the hallmarks of being the ghost that had been spoken about the previous evening and they immediately regretted their rejection of the legend. Here they stood staring, their courage drained as well as the blood from their faces. They plucked up courage and called out to the figure but no reply was returned. They then took the drastic action of firing one barrel of each of their double barrelled guns towards figure. This still resulted in no response. Then as they stared, the figure began to approach and these once brave young men did what most would do in such a situation, they turned and fled as fast as their legs would carry them.

As the ghost had blocked their way onwards, they had to head across the fields and marsh to get away, scrambling over hedges and ditches, tearing through brambles and mud and eventually wading across a small river in order to return to the Squires residence. Once back they related their tale and was given brandy to calm their nerves. At this point the local clergyman arrived at the house to relate that he too had been walking through Anchor Wood and had encountered the ghostly white nun. With fortitude he proceeded towards it and found it only to be a trick of the light formed from the moonlight on a pool of water. Those in the house roared with laughter. All apart from Bob Turner and his companion. They knew what they had encountered and it wasn't a trick of the light. The author ends the story with the line For a long long time after, nothing gave me greater horror than to hear slightest allusion made to the White Nun

It is well worth reading the full accounts of the story that are contained in the 1852 publication of Graham's Magazine, Volume 40 starting at page 506 and that contained in the 1856 publication Peterson's Magazine, Volumes 29-30 starting at page 304. There are slight variations in the two accounts but they both provide a very detailed story of the legend. Both of these publications were based in Philadelphia in the US and were established around the same time by publishing entrepreneur George Rex Graham. The latter targeted specifically at a female audience whilst the former had a more generalised readership. The content of these publications varied from short stories, critical reviews, through to fashion commentary. There was a mix of fact and fiction with no real measure as to what category applied to each story. The Legend of the White Nun is narrated from a first hand account and there is no reason to believe that this is not based on a factual account of the author in his younger days.

One glaring question is why this Stateside publication contained a story from Devon. The obvious answer would be that the author had emigrated there. There is evidence of mass emigration during the mid 19th century from this area of Devon. Although the author does not reveal exactly where he came from he does state it was a neighbouring parish to Fremington which indicates he was a local to the area as a whole. During the 1830s after a series of successive failed harvests resulting in severe hardship in the area, many chose to emigrate. Figures proffered by the Bideford Heritage website suggest that up to 10,000 people emigrated to the States from the area between 1830 and 1855. That may not seem huge until one understands that the combined population of Bideford and Barnstaple was less than 15,000.

We now turn to the locations in the story. Obviously the village of Fremlington is a well known Devon location close to the Taw estuary, located just up a creek known as Fremington Pill. Sticklepath Hill, the alleged location of the old convent, is the road that leads through to Barnstaple, in an area marked on maps as plain Sticklepath. The word is derived from old English for Steep Hill and there are other places named Sticklepath in both Devon and surrounding counties. This is some 2-3 miles from Fremington and the area was rapidly built up from the 1930s onwards resulting in the whole road corridor between Barnstaple and Bideford becoming a commuter belt. Studying maps prior to the 1930s there is no evidence of any ruins, religious buildings or a castle in this area. Searches of old documents, histories of Devon and the internet websites have also failed to reveal any evidence of such establishments in the area other than across the river in Barnstaple. However the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. Mrs Scroggin's clearly states that the convent was in a pretty decayed state in 1809, and the author describes passing many old ruins on the return from their shooting expedition. Many religious edifices were destroyed during the 16th century English reformation and much of the building material may well have been reused locally. By the time of the first OS maps in the mid 19th century such remnants may not have been deemed worthy of inclusion, although it should be noted that they do include locations of specific stones.

Map of Anchor Wood and Sticklepath Hill from the late 19th century

Anchor Wood features twice in the story, firstly being the place where Roderic Wray was discovered as an infant, and secondly where the two companions come face to face with the ghostly nun. This small length of woodland ran parallel to the estuary to the west of Sticklepath and although there is a thin line of trees still in existence all the land to the south has now been built upon. The 19th century maps clearly denote the Dripping Well on the eastern side of the wood. There is also a spring at this point which is traditionally said to have healing properties for eye complaints. The Magalithic website describes a visit made in 1989 where it described the well as a pointed arch reveals water dripping from a rock. Dress red stone forming a wall with protruding pillars either side. Castellated top. Date 18-65. it is said there were initials, B R?, standing for Boucher Wrey. These stones are now gone. This is clearly a recognized holy site with the well and spring and the fact that the name is derived from anchorite does point to the possibility of other religious establishments being in this area.

With regard to the named individuals in the legend, little can be found in history books to provide substantiation of their existence. Currently no records have been discovered for the principle names of Sir Hugh Basset and his daughter Agnes. Considering that they dwelt in a castle one would be inclined to think they were local Barons but no such family names are connected with the area, the local Barons being the families of Ackland and Barbors. Despite this, there were notable Bassetts in both Devon and Cornwall who can be traced back to the early Norman settlers. The Bassett family held the Manor of Braunton Gorges and Braunton Park, which is just across the estuary, although this was not until the late 18th century. The family also occupied Watermouth Castle near Ilfracombe during the same time period. Going further back the manor of Umberleigh, south of Barnstaple, was supposedly given to the Basset family by John O'Gaunt which places us within the correct time period. There was a John Basset (1441-1485) which is in the timeframe of the story and he did have a daughter named Agnes, although not an only child and she was not born until 1472 and eventually married which doesnt fit with the story whatsoever. The name of Hugh is notably absent in the histories thus far studied.

The only name that appears to have a connection with the story is that of Wrey or Wray which is given to the aspiring young knight Roderic. As stated above, the initials B R on the Dripping well are thought to stand for Sir Boucher Wrey, the title of the lord of the manor of Tawstock, the parish to the south of Sticklepath. However the Baronacy was not created until 1628. The family can be traced back to John Bourchier, a feudal baron of Bampton in Devon in the late 15th century but once again there is nothing to substantiate the name of Roderic.

There is also little evidence of Lord de Burgh in this time frame. The closest fit is Hubert de Burgh, 1st Earl of Kent, who was initially betrothed to Joan de Redvers of Devon which never happened for unspecified reasons. However this is all from a much earlier period of the 13th century.

Another avenue of research could be the fact that the Squire had initially read an account contained in the local weekly newspaper. The obvious candidate is the North Devon Journal which was based in Barnstaple. Unfortunately this was not established until 1824 and prior to this date few Devon Newspapers appear to be in existence other than the likes of The Exeter Post. This again is drawing a blank.

It has to be said that the published accounts are from some 40+ years after the event. In the mid 1800's there was not luxury of referring to maps for reminders of locations as although the Ordnance Survey published their first map in 1801, they were generally were not available until post WWII and most certainly would not have been known in the USA. Therefore such a recounting of a notable event would have probably relied purely on memory which may well have reinterpreted long forgotten names and gave substance to hazy location recollections. There are some notable anomalies in the story and certainly some distinctive variations between the two accounts which were published 4 years apart. The first anomaly is the time that is given when the two returned from their days shoot. This is given as 6pm which is described as dusk. As this is November it would certainly have been very much dark at 6pm. A more obvious anomaly is where the legend states the White Nun would have to she will be required to walk in penitential garb to his grave on each anniversary of his death for the space of 300 years. If this was set in 1474 then she would have served her penitence and been released from this annual appearance.

A major discrepancy between the two accounts is the description of their retreat from the phantom. In the first account, as described in this transcription, the story has them chasing across fields and fording a small river, which would most certainly have been Fremington Pill, in order to reach the safety of the Squires house. This is the obvious direct route from Anchor Wood to Fremington. The second account is markedly different where it describes on our left was a wide and deep marsh, at our right ran the beautiful Taw, on the other side of which the Primroses resided, and goes on to describe how they had to swim fully clothed across the estuary. This cannot be true for two reasons, firstly Fremington, where they were staying, is on the same side of the river as Anchor Wood and would not have necessitated crossing the Taw estuary. Secondly, it would have been extremely dangerous and foolhardy for anyone to have attempted to cross the wide Taw estuary and survive the experience.

In conclusion this appears to be a fascinating tale that does not appear to have been exploited by modern publications of local Devon folklore. Indeed, I can find no other rendition of this piece of folklore in any other publication, on any website or in the pages of Devon folklore books contemporary with the time. So is it true or is it just a story to gain a bit of income and fame from having ones work published? It is a question that will probably never have a conclusive answer. What ever the reality is, this is a most intriguing story and certainly worth reading and keeping alive for future generations. Obviously, if you know have any more information on this then please get in touch.

Fremington Pill
Fremington Pill


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