Dartmoor is a place that abounds with legends. It is easy to see why: it is a bleak, and sometimes barren, landscape, where the wind whistles in your ears and the mist rises to block your way, where grim granite rocks may seem to assume human form, or worse. It is a land of prehistoric settlements, of castles, monasteries and moorland crosses, frequented by highwaymen and lone travellers. Tales abound of ghostly funeral processions, headless horsemen and the unknown (and possibly diabolical) beasts that roam the moors. Some of these have found their way into literature, a famous example being Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Hound of the Baskervilles which was inspired by the author’s visits to Dartmoor.
There are many strange rock formations on the moors around Manaton (off the A382 south of Moretonhampstead). One of these is Bowerman’s Nose, a large granite stack around a mile from Hound Tor.
If you look closely enough you will see that Bowerman’s Nose resembles the profile of a human face. The story is that many centuries ago there was a powerful hunter called Bowerman who would stop at nothing in the pursuit of his quarry. One day, he and his dogs ploughed right through a witches’ gathering and overturned their cauldron. This infuriated the witches and one of them turned herself into a hare, enticing the hunter and his hounds to pursue her until they dropped down in exhaustion. She then turned them all to stone: Bowerman into the large rock, and the dogs into the smaller stones that can be seen scattered around it.
The Flowers of Jay’s Grave
Not far from Bowerman’s Nose, on the road between Heatree Cross and Hound Tor, you can see Jay’s Grave, a grassy mound that is always covered with fresh flowers.
Kitty Jay was an orphan who worked at a farm near Manaton in the late eighteenth century. She committed suicide after becoming pregnant by a farmhand and, as was usual with suicides in those days, she was buried at a crossroads so that her soul would become confused and unable to haunt her former home. A mound was later built upon the site of her burial and fresh flowers appeared every day.
Warren House Inn and The Devil’s Playing Cards
Jan soon forgot the pact and one Sunday he fell asleep while playing cards in church. There was a sound of horses’ hooves outside, and a flash of lightning so fierce that it tore off the top of the church tower, then the Devil strode into the church and snatched up the terrified miner, carrying him up into the sky and across the moor. Jan had four aces in his hand and he dropped them in what is now known as the Aces Field.
The Aces, four field enclosures with stone walls in the shape of playing cards, can still be seen in the fields opposite the Warren House Inn, as a warning to anyone who is tempted to play cards in church. (From the inn cross the road and turn left until you see the Ace of Diamonds. Note that only two of the fields are visible from the road.)