Exciting Updates and New Adventures!

Hello, dear readers!

It’s been a while since I last connected with you all, and I wanted to take a moment to share some updates about my journey over the past couple of years. As many of you know, I relaunched my blog just over two years ago, and since then, I’ve faced some significant challenges, including two bereavements that have made it difficult for me to write and share as often as I would like.

However, I’m pleased to say that things are beginning to settle down, and I’m feeling my energy return. I’m excited to announce that I’ll be posting more frequently about topics that truly fascinate me, such as ghosts, folklore, the paranormal, and all things fortean, weird, and wonderful in history.

You can expect updates on events I’ve attended and the occasional review of a paranormal book that’s caught my eye. To keep things interesting, I’ll be mixing my usual longer pieces with some shorter, snappier posts.

Writing Beyond the Blog

In addition to my blog, I hope to continue writing articles for magazines and zines like “Haunted Magazine” and The Mardler Zine , as well as contributing to websites such as Unexplained.ie. I’m also looking to write pieces for inclusion in books, similar to my contributions to The Feminine Macabre Volume VII by Amanda R. Woomer , Hidden Haunts England by W.J Gilbert, and Not Of This Wold: An Anthology of Weird Lincolnshire Writing by Kate Cherrell. If you haven’t checked these out yet, I highly encourage you to do so!

Expanding My Horizons

I’m also opening myself up more to collaboration such as writing guest posts, podcast interviews, online storytelling events, and livestream interviews, like the ones I did for The Time Between Times with Owen Staton here:

With the East Anglian Folklore Centre as part of their ‘Tales for the Trees’ event, and with GhostÉire last year. Watch here:

If you haven’t had a chance to listen to those, I recommend giving them a go!

Please keep in mind that all of my work is done outside of my day job and voluntarily, so there may be lulls in posting when life gets busy. However, I truly hope to be more frequent with my updates.

A New Podcast on the Horizon

On top of that, I’m thrilled to share that I’m working on a podcast to complement my blog! I hope to have more details on that by the end of this year or early 2026.

Thank you all for your continued support and understanding during this time. I can’t wait to embark on this new chapter with you!

Stay tuned for more spooky adventures!

Drumbeats of the Past: Uncle Gerald’s Fateful Meeting with the Hickling Drummer Boy

(Phantom Drummer. Image Source: Bing Image Creator)

My step-uncle Gerald lived in the village of Hickling, nestled in the heart of the Norfolk Broadlands. He was one of the few remaining reed cutters, a job with a long, proud tradition in the area but sadly dying out as fewer people needed thatch for their homes.

(Gerald Nudd 1940-1999. Artist unknown. Image Source: ©E.Holohan)

It was back in the mid-1990s that my step-uncle spent his day on Hickling Broad, the local body of water, slicing through reeds as the sun dipped below the horizon. One evening, the air grew cold and he witnessed a spectral figure gliding across the Broad.

(Hicking Broad, Norfolk. Image Source: John Fielding)

Now, being Hickling born and bred and from a family whose ancestry here stretched back as far as the Norse settlers, Gerald realised in horror that he was witnessing a local legend recreating its ethereal journey across the Broad.

Local folklore has it that during the winter of 1815, shortly before the battle of Waterloo, a local drummer boy from Potter Heigham returned home on leave. While back he fell passionately in love with a local girl from a wealthy and influential family. The girl’s father, knowing the drummer boy was poor, refused to allow the relationship and any thought of marriage.

Undeterred by this, the star-crossed lovers continued to meet in secret every night in a little hut at Swim Coots on the edge of Hickling Broad. When the winter turned icy and the Broad froze over, the drummer boy skated over the ice, wearing his bright yellow scarlet trimmed coat, and would beat his kettle drum to signal his approach.

(The view from Swim Coots Mill. Image Source: Bart Horeman cc-by-sa/2.0)

One frozen February evening the girl waited at Swim Coots as usual and listened out for the drum beat of her paramour. But this time the drum beat suddenly stopped and there was an eerie silence. The ice had cracked and the drummer boy had plunged through and drowned in the freezing waters of the Broad.

It is said that the girl rushed to the edge of the frozen Broad to find her lover and was relieved to see the shivering boy skating towards her. As she held out her hands to help him ashore, she felt his icy touch and the drummer boy disappeared.

The unfortunate drummer boy was not found for several days when a lifeless body was pulled from the Broad clad in a yellow coat with scarlet trim.

(Hickling Broad with Swim Coots marked. Image Source: Google Maps 2023)

Since then, it is said that on some cold winter nights in February, the eerie sound of a rhythmic drum tattoo and the swishing of skates can be heard, as the ghostly drummer boy tries to keep his date with his sweetheart.

After observing in shock the gliding figure, Gerald quickly downed his tools and fled back to the village where he decided to visit the Greyhound Inn for a stiff, nerve-settling drink. As Gerald recounted the haunting sight of the ghostly drummer boy to the sceptical pub patrons, the line between reality and spirits blurred. Was it the ethereal presence of the supernatural he witnessed, or a distorted vision fuelled by the spirits from his glass?

The locals in the pub dismissed his tale, attributing it to his well-known predilection for whisky. However, Gerald couldn’t shake the chilling memory, leaving him wondering if the haunting beats of the drummer boy would forever echo in his consciousness or fade away like the dissipating spirits in his empty whisky glass.

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