It was a strange kinda day as I headed out into the moors in search of a very strange grave…
…and this is the grave of Kitty Jay, a young woman who was reportedly betrayed by her lover, and then took her own life – but why is that so strange..?
Superstition of the time meant that those who died from suicide were buried at the parish limits – and preferably at a crossroads – so their souls could not find a way back to potentially haunt those left behind.
Kitty was buried accordingly, but her body was later dug up by a Mr James Bryan who re-interred it and set up the stones which now mark the spot.
That’s still not so unusual – but what is… Kitty Jay’s grave, ever since she was laid to rest in this new location, has fresh flowers on the grave. No matter what time of year, whether summer or snowy winter – there are always fresh flowers.
Many people have owned-up over the years to placing fresh flowers – some are simply strangers who have heard the story… but local lore holds that when no one else comes with fresh flowers for Kitty, the faery folk and moorish pixies take over and make sure there are always lovely blooms to adorn her final resting place…
I must say, it was ever so beautiful there with such a feeling of happy peace…
~ Bella
