Lil
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737 appearances
4 recordings
2 series
first heard Oct 2024
last heard Apr 2025
Lil’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Yeah.
Yeah, but that never happened because I never came upstairs.
That's right. You were trying not to interrupt what I was doing.
Never came upstairs. Don't know what you heard. And now, you know, the thing is, Fitz does often quite often hear things going on in our bedroom and in the office. And, you know, I have to be in there like all day alone with whatever's making these noises.
We'll save that for another day.
But thank you again to Rob. And please go and check out How Haunted podcast. We only recently discovered this. Thank you to listener Laura for introducing us to How Haunted. And we're loving it. And I'm pretty sure that if you like our podcast, you're going to like the How Haunted podcast as well.
If you want my personal recommendation for something to go and kick off spooky season with, go and check out Rob's episode on Highgate Cemetery. It's absolutely fascinating and I think you'll love it.
Way back in the mists of time, I grew up in the northeast of England, where the ancient cobbled streets are steeped in history and strange folklore. It must have been around 1997 when I was playing in the garden of our old family home with one of my school friends. Back then, our garden overlooked acres of farmland, stretching off into the distance.
In the field beyond our garden fence, the crops grew tall and would have been at least waist high if a tall adult walked through them. My school friend and I were attempting to build a tree house in the corner of the garden when something caught our eye. With its arms outstretched, a figure was moving rapidly across the adjacent field, clothed in a very bizarre outfit.
a long-sleeved brown tunic with a large hood pulled over their face. It looked as if they were wearing a strange fancy dress costume. Stranger still, they were skimming along the top of the cropline rather than walking through it. They looked as if they were running at an unearthly speed, almost as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button on a videotape. We had never seen anything like it.
Terrified, my friend and I fled back into the house. Inside, my mum grew alarmed when she saw how frightened we were. Our garden led out to a road and she assumed the worst, thinking that a passerby had perhaps tried to enter the garden when we were playing or done something else to frighten us.
Imagine her confusion when we garbled our explanation to her about the strange tall figure in the crop field. We refused to go back outside until she checked that the coast was clear, which she gallantly agreed to do, only to see an empty pasture beyond the garden fence. There was nobody there. Years later, we learned that the field behind our old house had a story of its own to tell.
In 875 AD, when St Cuthbert's monks were fleeing from Viking raids, they carried his body and holy relics across the northeast of England in a desperate search for sanctuary. With their bounty of undefended treasures, monasteries had become easy targets for the Danish invaders, and Lindisfarne Monastery was no exception.
On their escape from Lindisfarne, the monks faced months of hardship, the brutal northern weather and the constant threat of Viking raiders. After a long, exhausting journey, they finally buried Cuthbert on the Durham Peninsula. Its location was deemed a suitable and safe final resting place for their beloved saint, offering protection from invaders.
The street we lived on was named St Cuthbert's Road and had been named as such because the monks had apparently camped out on the land next to the road itself on their way to Durham. Delving far back into our area's history, we also learned that the level of the ground would have been significantly higher in centuries gone by.
Over the years, it had been dug away to unveil fresher soil for the farmland. Was the figure in the field a glimpse back into the past? They say that ghosts are an imprint of heightened emotion or a retelling of a person's trauma.
Perhaps we saw one of Cuthbert's monks fleeing in fear across the pasture with his monk's habit pulled over his head in a bid to hide from the Viking invaders or protect his weary head from the incessant northern downpours. It's a sight that I'll never forget.
We have. But I have to say, I do a lot of walking around the countryside near where we live, a lot of which is crop fields, and that image is going to live with me forever. So thanks for that, Katie. Every time I'm out on my own having a good old jaunt through the countryside and I come across a field of crops, that ghostly monk skimming over the top of the crops is just going to pop into my head.
But I also now really want to visit St. Cuthbert's Road. Oh, I love these stories. When you find the history that goes with the witness experience, that is incredible. And yes, I mean, the monks fleeing from the Viking raiders would have been an incredibly heightened emotional time. They would have been terrified. It really was a race for their lives.
So I can completely understand how some of that history would continue to reverberate through the centuries. Yeah.
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