Found on foot
Near to where Garston and the dragon met their end, there’s a location that will definitely end up in my film, as it has done in several others. St Catherine’s church in Hoarwithy is a gem. Beautful and Italianate, its campanile would do justice to Florence. had to pay for introducing the dragon to the village was to kill the fifirst thing he saw once the dragon had been slain or face a curse on his family for nine generations. He slew the dragon at which his father dashed out to congratulate him. Lambton couldn’t kill his father, and so for those nine generations, the family was cursed. If you want to relive the whole sorry episode, the National Trust has an easy, short walk that takes in several of the stories’ locations and is just ripe for fun family re-enactments.
I’ve only space for two of the hundreds of dragon stories here, but I like them all. They remind me of what I like to think of as the Old Weird England; where the parson and the pastor have only a very thin hold over us, and there are baby dragons in the woods, and curses are real.
In Mordiford, as we walked along the ‘serpents path’ as it’s still known through Hauge Wood where much of this tale is said to have occurred, I outlined to my friends my projected modern British horror movie based on the event. In this, we get a whole back story about Garston, an innocent man wrongly convicted in my version and a twist ending where we see a baby wyvern hatching from an egg in Maud’s hand. MARCH 2017