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Ho! Ho! Spooky Ho! by The Highlander

Our fishing section has brought you stories of catching fish and methods on how to cool your beer while waiting on the big one to bite….But what about ghostly fishing stories for Xmas? Tales of the sea, pond or riverbank that will have your fishing tackle trembling in your hands…

The chilling tale of a missing sailor, love and a shipwreck

At the Southern tip of Cornwall is a wind ravaged place. Isolated and bleak, in winter, its cliffs and coves are storm lashed and lethal. When young Nancy fell for a swashbuckling sailor called William, their union was frowned upon by the girl’s family and she was forbidden from ever seeing him again.

However the two continued to meet in secret on the beach at Porthgwarra, where they pledged their undying love for each other. When William returned to sea, Nancy would pace the headland at Hella point, looking out for the return of her lover. But as weeks turned to months, and still there was no sign of him, she became frantic with worry, and nothing anyone said could calm her.

Then one stormy evening, an old woman saw Nancy down in the cove. Sat on a rock, huge waves roared and seethed around her. The elderly woman began to hobble down to the beach to warn the girl of the danger of the tide. But then she stopped in her tracks, for there sitting beside the girl was none other than the missing sailor.A breaker rolled into the bay, and broke over the rock. Nancy disappeared, never to be seen again. And when news came to the tiny hamlet, it told of shipwreck and disaster. Williams’s ship had sunk, and all aboard were drowned.

A starved fisherman’s family haunt this river.

The river Adur in West Sussex is a spooky body of water if ever there was one. One of the sights that greet visitors is an old wooden boat, long since wrecked, its rotting timbers slowly decaying in the turgid river current.On dark nights, it’s said; anglers have been chilled to the marrow by the sound of sobbing that emanates from the boat’s crumbling bulwarks. Closer inspection reveals the spectral horror of a woman and her children damned to an eternity of sobbing despair.

The boat once belonged to a fisherman. One dark night in 1893, a tempest blew his fragile craft upriver from Shoreham harbour to be wrecked on the rocky riverbank. No matter how hard the poor man tried, he couldn’t refloat his boat. Death by starvation was the fate of the fisherman and his entire family. Now the ghosts of those unfortunates appear hollow eyed and desperate, forever trying to push the boat back out to sea.

A ghost with a grudge lurks on this lake.

Think phantoms are confined to wild Cornish coasts? Think again, all you carp fishermen. Claremont Lake in Esher is as haunted as they come. It’s a National Trust property now, but even if you could fish there, you’d do so at your peril.

William Kent was a renowned landscape gardener. When he was hired to revamp the grounds by Claremont House’s owner, the Duke of Newcastle, he must have been delighted at the prospect of completing such a high profile project.Kent set to, moving streams and creating a stunning new lake fed from a grotto. But when the work was done, the Duke welched on the deal, offering to pay a paltry £100 for the huge works.

Facing financial ruin, Kent argued the point, and the Duke responded by having the man thrown in his own lake. There upon William Kent caught cold and died a penniless pauper. Now on dark misty nights, the figure of the dead designer walks the grounds. Dressed in long brown cloak and gaiters, his tormented spirit is doomed to haunt the lake forever.

But it is Christmas (So on a merrier note)

Just before Christmas, an honest politician, a generous Scotsman, a constant drink buying Englishman and Santa Claus got into the lift at the Ritz Hotel in London. As the lift travelled from the 5th floor down to the ground level, one-by-one they noticed a £50 note lying on the lift's floor. Now the question we must ask is “Which one picked up the £50 note, and handed it in at reception”?

  • It was Santa of course, the other three don't actually exist!