Dawsheath Triangle & The Curse of Jess the Witch! Traditional Cache
Dawsheath Triangle & The Curse of Jess the Witch!
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The Dawsheath Triangle and a picture here of the house that is still there today at the southern most point. I can remember the land behind this house being a Hayfield back in the late 1950s. The Triangle was devided in 1881 by the Western road Chapel and The Peculiar Peoples cemetery and to the left hand side of the chapel, in a overgrown wilderness, hideing a run down shack lived one Jessie Emson. Jessie James, aka The Lady of the Woods, aka The Western road Witch. These were all names given to Jessie a sad lady of the Heath who dressed all in black with a sack for a apron. She lived in a broken down cottage next to a chapel in Western road, it had a huge garden with fruit trees and backed on to the Peculiar Peoples cemetery. She grew lots of herbs which she sold to local chemists, and Walter Grigg visited every week for herbs and sage for his sausages. She was deaf, and spoke with a hissing-squeeking voice and smiled with very few teeth. Everyone was convinced she was a witch as she spent all her days gathering herbs flora and fauna from five Dawsheath woods. I've worked with cattle, pigs and poultry most of my life, but the smell from Jessie was far worst than any of those. There was a huge old oak tree outside her cottage and one of her sack aprons had blown up to a high branch, we all used to point out old Jessie's knickers blowing in the wind for years. Before Christmas every year Jess could be seen pulling a huge sack of red berried holy, mistletoe and ferns to Hadleigh and Leigh to sell to greengrocers. As kids we were all scared of her as she had a black weather beaten face and all the local kids called her names, she either stared smiled or hissed back at them. My granddad William Choppen lived at Rivers Corner and grew up with Jessie and she became his first girlfriend and I can remember him saying to me once, " Rogie boye you won't believe this, but she was once a real stunner". They do say she was let down by a man and turned into a recluse but she was a true character of the Heath and is still talked about to this day. Jessie went missing for a month then police broke into her cottage and found her dead. On clearing her cottage the council found loads of bisket tins stuffed full of money, mostley custurd cream's and Jacob's Cream Cracker ones! The council used the money to bury her with. My last recolection of old Jessie was of walking behind her along Bramble road with my sister, Jess was dragging a great big pile of branches and bits. I jumped onto the branches which stopped and twisted her around and to this day I am cursed with her only words I have ever heard from her, "Get off my Bl##dy Mistletoe!" RIP Lady of the Woods, Jessie Emson. A nice cache to accompany this one and placed by that young wipper snapper of a Bruv, scarecrow rog, is Jack The Tramp, real name Kenneth Donnelly, another eccentric of Dawsheath and lived in a camp in Wyburns Wood. If you would like to read more about Jess and Jack, Robert Hallmanns splendid book Daws Heath & Thundersley is a excellent sorce of information. There is enough room for small TB's in the cache and it contains a log book and pen. There is no need to enter the graveyard to retrieve the cache as you could well be cursed to! and Oh! good luck to you.
Congrats to $tu on the ftf and to old grobo on the coverted tractor lad's position. This cache is placed in memory of Jessie Emson, Lady of the woods and also Sue Hall long time resident of Dawes Heath, but sadly not long enough.
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