Folklore Thursday

It’s day seventeen, it’s a Thursday, and my list of subjects/titles for my 30 day 30 blog challenge, is rather odd, it’s Folklore Thursday. So far we’ve had the sort of subject I last encountered on school exam papers – Circle, Treasure, Future, and ones I’ve had to puzzle over, Creativity and Hidden for example, and then the ones which need thinking about and maybe some research, Colonise and Community, and tricky Gender. Today’s title is Folklore Thursday – and my first thought was is this a thing? Is there such a thing as Folkore Thursday? Then I thought whoever had created the list had meant to have ‘Folklore’ and separately ‘Thursday’, both titles fitting with the general random nature of the other twenty-nine – except that would make 31. Was it a list of titles for a month with 31 days? I can’t even remember now what the list was attached to, it seemed a random comment on a post on a social media page, it may have been an Archaeology page, I can’t find it now so will probably never know.

My conundrum is what to do? Try to write about Folklore Thursday, write two separate blogs, choose just one? Then I realise that there is a hashtag, so it’s #Folklore Thursday. I investigate and in fact that is an actual thing – it’s a fascinating site covering all things folkish – myths, legends, folktales, folklife, childlore, spring, harvest and scary lore. Here is a link, but I warn you, it’s so interesting you might get lost for hours!

This doesn’t help with my writing challenge. Am I supposed to write about or be inspired by something folkish? Comment on the site? Critique or review it? I am stumped. To ease my dilemma I am going to maybe cheat, or maybe just do the best I can. I am going to share a local myth/legend which I created and appears in my young people’s book for reluctant readers. This will be the folklore part of the challenge; I will also write another post using the title ‘Thursday’. I don’t think I will be able to do that today, but it will be done within the thirty days. So, here is my myth:


‘Tis said that Camel Wood was once a mighty forest stretching from where the sea meets the shore a thousand leagues to where King Arthur held his court.
‘Tis said that deep within old Camel Wood, mighty beasts roamed, bears, wolves and huge boars with tusks as sharp and as keen as the sharpest, keenest blade in all the land.
‘Tis said that some of these strange beasts came from a time when magic was a power stronger than any man’s prayer.
Now ’tis said that even in these modern times, when Camel Wood is small and kept by man, that deep within the old wood at witching times, strange beasts have sway.
The witching times are those times, neither day nor night, neither night nor day. The witching times are the times of half-light, of dusk and dawn ad dawn and dusk, and at these times, ‘tis said that then strange beasts do roam.
Of all those strange beasts, the one man and woman do most fear is the Greaty Beast.
The Greaty Beast was born of times when pestilence was on the land. ‘Twas a time when hunger, death and plague drove men and women and children to do ungodly things.
‘Tis said the Greaty Beast is a creature of the witching hours, and even today, the Greaty Beast waits and watches for the unwary.
And in the towns of Camel Wood, those towns which once were hams and cots, those towns of Castair to the East and Strand to the West, Oak to the South and Easthope to the North, the most feared of the Greaty Beasts was given a name.
Part wolf, part man, part witch, part elf, Wulf Lupus watched for the unwary from behind the trees.

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