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Helleborus 'White Spotted Lady' |




How good was it to get a dry, sunny day and quite warm too after all the dull weather, wind and rain of the past weeks. Bonus also that I was off and had a day in my own garden pottering away, bliss. I put the rhubarb forcer over a clump of rhubarb so we can get some lovely sweet stems for rhubarb crumble :D I found some cyclamen seedlings which I will pot up when they are bigger. I then set about making the bottom border wider because a gardener can never have enough space for plants and it was a bit too narrow, lol. Dug out the grass and put the brick edge back in, not helped by Maisie and her ball! I then moved some lower plants to the front giving me room for more plants :D I put more slabs in at the back gate where the grass is getting worn away and in front of the compost heap, making it easier when it gets emptied. I finished off by tidying the plants in the potting shed which is a temporary greenhouse over winter until I decide what I am doing about greenhouses. Coffee in the summer house and lots of ball throwing for Maisie, a good day.
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Pulmonaria |
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Galanthus 'Ketton' |
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Cyclamen seedlings |
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Although it is certain that the following tale is fiction, it was possibly created to hide a true story, or more disturbing truth. Local legend tells that a former laird of the tower was a cruel man with a bad temper and not afraid to use violence to get his own way. He is said to have treated his staff terribly, beating a stable boy to death on one occasion. As his reputation grew, he began to attract men with similar characters, and they would on occasion meet at the castle to feast and drink late into the night. On one such occasion, he called for his wife, who was in her chambers, to come and join them. When she refused, he dragged her there, before striking her and uttering that he would 'sooner be wed to a fiend from Hell than her, as at least then he would get some warmth'. As his wife stood, she is said to have warned him that he would regret his words, before she once again left.
The tale continues that the party broke up soon after, yet the laird continued drinking on his own, before calling for his horse to be prepared. Despite warnings from his staff that he should not go out riding
until the morning, he left the castle and continued riding until daylight, when a sudden storm forced him to turn back. He sought shelter in a small wood where he saw a cottage. In his arrogance, he entered the cottage to be met by a woman with striking beauty. The Laird suddenly felt uncomfortable and made his
excuses to leave, returning hastily to Littledean Tower.
As is common with such tales, the Laird could not however get the woman out of his mind and spent days trying to find the small wooded area and the cottage, without success. One morning as he rode out, he however spotted the lady again, who guided him to some trees within sight of the tower, and said that she would always meet him there. Needless to say, the couple were soon spotted and news got back to the Laird's wife who demanded to know who the woman was, but the Laird refused to discuss it.
A few days later, when he was away on business, his wife followed his lover into the trees to try to find out her identity, yet found no one there other than a hare, which darted away as she approached. Later that evening, the Laird too was plagued by hares as he returned home, until with a swing of his sword he severed the foot of one which had jumped onto his saddle, and they all disappeared into the darkness. With the hare's foot lodged in his pistol belt, he galloped home where, while telling his wife what had happened, they heard something drop to the floor. Thinking it was the hares foot, they were both shocked to see a human hand, wearing his wife's ring which the laird had gifted to his lover without her knowledge.
He immediately stabbed it with his sword before returning to his horse and riding to a deep section of the river where he threw the hand into the water. On his return, he spotted the small area of woodland with the cottage. Determined to find some answers, he entered the cottage yet found an
old woman waiting, rather than the beautiful woman he had taken as his mistress. He noticed her hand was missing and she was bleeding from the wound. She muttered that as he had taken her hand, he would never be rid of it, at which point he fled back to the tower. It seems the Laird had got his wish of
being with a fiend from Hell.
Over the following days, the hand kept appearing in the tower, every time it was again disposed off only to re-appear the following day until, one morning, the Laird was found dead in his bed, with marks around his throat indicating he had been strangled.
Whatever the truth of what happened to the Laird, his ghostly figure is said to be seen riding aimlessly around the castle, crying out as he goes.

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Looks great and ready to start a new season at the nursery. I love your tiny mossy woodland-snowdrop-installation!
ReplyDeleteAnd the story and your painting too, another hair-raising tale.