The Witches of Pollok House Janet calmly proclaimed that the Lord’s illness was a dark spell laid upon him by witches. Her return to speech lending her some kind of alluring mysticism, she led servants from the manor to the house of Janet Mathie, the midwife of the nearby village…
The De’il of Ardrossan If you walk along the sand from Ardrossan South Beach and glance eastward, you will see the red ruin of Ardrossan Castle propped up on Castle Hill... By Eva Gerretsen If you walk along the sand from Ardrossan South Beach and glance eastward, you will see…
Gold-tree and Silver-tree Silver-tree went home and begged the king to ready his long ship, saying it had been too long since she had seen her dear daughter. The ship set sail the following day with Silver-tree at the helm. Words by Rosie Young Illustration by Linley Barba Long ago…
The Dream Makers The girl carried on with her work, learning more all the time. Every day it was the same and every night the old man would make the dreams. By Graeme Johncok This story starts with a group of girls on their way for a day’s berry picking.…
Conall and The Thunder Hag One day during the height of summer, the Thunder Hag came to Scotland in a black chariot drawn by ferocious red hounds amidst heavy clouds. By Joanne Fong The Thunder Hag is one of the hags who served under Beira, the Queen of Winter.But when…
The Witch and Warlock of the West Bow One fateful Sunday morning, the church community was to bear witness to an event most peculiar, and their beloved West Bow Saint would never be the same again. By Rebecca Brown Major Thomas Weir was a good and well-respected Christian, and a…
Rashiecoats Now more downcast than ever, the Princess returned to the henwife once more, and the henwife said “this time, ask yer faither fur a coat o rashes.” Words by Rosie Young Illustration by Linley Barba Once upon a time in an old kingdom lived a Princess. Her father wished…
King David and the White Stag This story goes right back almost 900 years to 1127 during the reign of King David I. Back then, what we know as the spacious, grassy Holyrood Park at the foot of Arthur’s Seat was actually a royal hunting forest. Words by Graeme JohncockIllustration…
Whuppity Stoorie “Pitter patter, Haly Watter.” Then from her pocket she drew a small bottle with something oily inside it and daubed the liquid around the sow’s snout, behind her ears, and on the tip of her tail. Words by Rosie YoungIllustration by Linley Barba In the borderlands village of…
Assipattle and the Mester Stoor worm One day, a terrible evil reached the shores of the kingdom: The Mester Stoor Worm, king of all sea monsters. Words by Rosie Young Illustration by Linley Barba Long ago in an ancient kingdom lived a farm boy named Assipattle. His six brothers spent…