By James Walker Nottingham 11th September 2026 I grew up in a mining village five miles southeast of Nottingham called Cotgrave. It was the eighties, meaning an unquenchable desire for violence permeated the streets. A combination of Thatcherism, unemployment, and strikes split the community into warring tribes who swore allegiance to their Union banners. Everyone was thoroughly unhappy with their lot until they found temporary solace in a pint, which, invariably, led to mo

By Roland 'Roly' Keates Derbyshire 10th July 2026 For two days I travelled through Latvia searching not simply for castles, churches, or old towns, but for something quieter and older still, something rooted deep within the forests, songs, and memory of the land itself. The journey began unexpectedly after a member of a Latvian pagan community discovered my Custodians of the Woodland video blogs on YouTube and invited me to experience Latvia through the eyes of those who stil

By Frank E Earp Nottingham 22nd June 2026 The folklore of Britain is full of stories of the Devil, like some petulant child, throwing stones. His intended target is usually a Christian edifice. In most cases, these satanic missiles miss their target and land - with varying degrees of accuracy - harmlessly in the landscape. Here, they remain, proudly shown by generations of locals as evidence of victory over the Devil. Reasons for the Devil’s attack vary, but most common are h

Urquhart Castle. Photo credit: Simona Prilogan by Simona Prilogan London 29 May 2026 “My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mount

Photo taken 1927 a year before the Nottingham Council House was officially finished. Copyright Paul Nix Collection. by Joseph Earp Nottingham 15th May 2026 “Eh Up Me Duck”, as they say in Nottingham. If you don't know me my name is Joe Earp and I run the Nottingham Hidden History Team. You may have seen us around somewhere! For those who don't know who we are let me explain a little more about our history. The original Nottingham Hidden History Team were formed in 1965. Th