What happened was, many years ago, an old nurse dwelt in a small village on the very edge of Dartmoor. Although getting on in years she was still a sprightly old dame who lived on her own in a small tidy cottage. The local folk would often call on her …

Even today there can be problems walking across Dartmoor, mist, rain and snow to name but a few, however it wasn’t that long ago that another peril could have been added to that list – piskies. There are several tales on this website about people getting ‘piskie led’ on Dartmoor …

I have recently had a couple of emails from people who are coming to Dartmoor for their holidays and have expressed an amount of concern about the phenomenon known as being ‘Piskie Led’. Firstly they wanted to know if it the stories they had heard were true, secondly if it …

What happened was incredible and beggars belief. A long, long time ago an old moorman had been doing a spot of poaching down in the valley of the West Okement. It was a still night and a full moon lit the moor with its translucent blue beams. The old man …

Now I am assured this is a true story by a kind gentleman who now lives in Australia and was told him by his grandmother whose family originally came from up on Dartmoor. It concerns an old lady who the villagers used to call,  ‘Mother Pink Brolly’, she used to …

Ponies have been part of Dartmoor for thousands of years and therefore it is not surprising that the ghosts of one or two still haunt the moor. There have been sightings of ghostly black ponies that appear and vanish all over the tors and valleys. But probably the most persistent …

Dartmoor has many short tales of hauntings that would not be enough to warrant their own pages, so the tales are told here on one gazetteer. Ashburton. The Story of Cutty Dyer. Belstone. One evening an elderly resident of Belstone was strolling along the West Cleave when below him he …

Just outside Islington is a mystery which defies logic and it concerns a ‘Brigadoon’ type cottage. A woman moved into the district and decided to get acquainted with her surroundings and so she took to walking the lanes. One day she spotted, through some trees, the most charming country cottage …

What happened was, many, many years ago lived a woman called Meg. She was the postwoman for the moorland area around Tavistock which was no small area to cover. Every day except for high days and holidays she would lug her heavy postbag over the moors. No matter what the …

In the small moorland town of Chagford lived an old woman who the locals called ‘Old Moll’. Nobody is sure if that was her real name but that is what she was known as. Depending on what people wanted she was either a healer or a witch, usually the latter. …