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But according to some, Wayland has far more onerous
responsibilities than shoeing the horses of passing way farers…
*
A group of local lads were enjoying a drink
one evening at the White Horse Inn, Woolstone,
when an unknown man wearing old fashioned garb
entered and ordered a pint of the local beverage.
*
He wore a leather apron, a tall hat,
and he took his drink and sat
to one side of the ale-house by himself…
*
After awhile the sound of a horn rang out
and could be heard
echoing eerily through the vale…
*
Startled from his reverie by the horn,
the stranger leapt to his feet and hobbled
out into the night, his pint unfinished.
*
As the uncanny sound faded over the downs
the locals looked out and up to the hillside
to find that the White Horse was gone!
*
When dawn broke the following day
more than a few of the previous night’s imbibers
looked out of their windows
and up at the hill with some trepidation…
*
Only to see the White Horse
back where it should be on the green hillside
but with feet-tips
that seemed to shine in the morning sun light.
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From Stuart.
I remember The White Horse 😀
Difficult to forget… 😉
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What a great story! A mystical farrier!
Quite… But it’s more than a story…
is the legend of Wayland based on a real person?
Very real!… 😉
Several… 😉
I love this!
A great story, Stuart.
Wonderful! The Norse elf, Völundr! Or did someone else nick the horse? Love the idea…
I don’t suppose we’ll ever know… 😉