A meandering path through Horsingdon Wood, not far from the wych elm, and leading to a clearing where - as local legend declaims - a stone pillar once stood surmounted by the crudely-carved bust of a monstrous, three-eyed goat. A favoured site of the region's witches, the repercussions of the obscene rites once enacted here in honour of nameless gods continue to reverberate down the ages, such that a sense of panic is almost palpable at the site. The grotesque idol was either hammered to dust by witch hunters or, according to one rumour, was somehow spirited away before the last witch who made obeisance here was arrested and hanged - later making its way into the collection of James Boreham.
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