This account found in a Victorian magazine in the 1890’s I feel is very important in the history of the UK Wildman (British bigfoot) accounts, as the Wildman in question was seen by many witnesses among which were the village police officers. Headlines screamed “a wild man of the woods, “a real living, breathing, dancing wild man” I have contacted the police archives in London for any further information available on the 1890’s sighting, and I would like to draw your attention to the “hut” that was found by the search party back then alost 130 years before. As you can see it is very similar to finds from all across the UK, Russia, Europe and America. Many of the UK researchers see similar ‘structures’ in their local woods, and the lights that are mentioned by the search team also play a part in the current up to date sightings.
In the October of 1904 and written by Joe Adam and it describes how people who lived in a village in Derbyshire had to deal with a so called wild man of the woods, it was an extraordinary being as they put it who apparently wanted to live in but a primitive way.
Travelling by train to Bakewell is a delight as you wander through some of the most beautiful scenery England has to offer. When emerging from the station you come upon a small bridge which crosses the railway line and there are some extensive grassy slopes these are the golf-links skirting the length of the railway and stretching for miles to Matlock and it is a dense woodland known locally as Worms Wood some of the recesses of which are well nye inaccessible unless you stick to the path that runs through the wood but trying to walk off this path the undergrowth of Bracken is so thick that it is impossible to penetrate. There are also several old stone quarries in the woods and where the ground is comparatively clear it is much broken up with boulders. On the outskirts of the wood you can view the plateau and on the slope of the hill is a reservoir which supplies the village with water.
Now in the Victorian era on certain calm balmy spring evenings on a Friday some certain young ladies were enjoying the delights of golf on the Bakewell links, as to their identities that is not a matter at the moment except to state that they were daughters of a prominent resident. So the ladies in question were playing golf at the top of the slope and close to the wood line, they all stopped suddenly and stared in amazement toward the dense foliage then they all screamed in alarm, turned about and ran as fast as they could down the slope. Whatever could have happened to the young lady and her friends to forget all modesty and ran screaming like fish wives down the brew.
To the ladies horror from the wood line came the appearance of an extraordinary apparition, bursting suddenly through the undergrowth came a man? or something resembling a man, his clothing if indeed he could be regarded as clothed was of the most meagre description and he was a most eccentric character, his apparel consisting solely of a tattered shirt in rags and boots in an ancient size that no longer fit in fact he was now it seems struggling to walk in them. And from under his shaggy brows his eyes glistened as this weird being advanced with leaps and bounds in their direction, The cries he admitted were strange noises which increased the ladies terror a hundredfold. As down the slope they fled helter-skelter and stumbling over the broken strewn ground, slipping, falling and rising again paying little heed to the scratches or bruises they received. The only idea was to get as far away from that horrid spectre as possible.
It was at this point the Creature/Wildman? seemed to realise the fright he was causing and pulled up in his chase and plunged back into the dark depths of the woods still howling and grunting. Of course the news of this exciting experience was soon brought to Bakewell whence it travelled via tongue and the press far and wide over the land, Headlines screamed “a wild man of the woods, “a real living, breathing, dancing wild man” this was too much for the Bakewell residents when the whole place was stirred to its depths and almost its entire male able bodied active population rose as one man and pressing into service a variety of weapons, set out in a team of 60, some with blunderbusses they went in search of the wild man.
It seems the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker, all joined in, they started by spreading out as they beat the woods and countryside for miles around. But alas no wild man was flushed or appeared, so as evening drew near on this eventful Friday many of the search party gave up the search for the day. It seems that some of the more ardent spirits formed themselves into small watch parties and equipping themselves with lights, crept out over the woods throughout the nocturnal hours until the next morning. On returning the only news they had to report was that they had seen a flickering light in the remote depths of the wood that moved about like a “willo the Wisp” as though the hunted wild man might be in direct contact with the devil himself. Some of the more daring youth’s volunteered to pursue the mysterious light when next it should be seen, but to their great sadness nothing tangible resulted from the quest.
On the morning of the the next day Saturday the search was continued, and for the first time the police also joined in searching for him. As the wild man hunting happened out in the woods, Superintendent Blake was seated in his office studying some documents when a small boy burst breathlessly into the place and collapsed saying only “wild man” before running out of breath. The inspector looked up with a professional frown regarding the small boy as a miscreant, the latter shrank before the piercing steadfast gaze and between his tremulous lips there trickled the words again “wild man” and nothing more
The superintendent smoked and spoke softly to the boy and these are the memorable words that he uttered “a wild man! yes sir in the wood, all shirt and boots and hat and long hair and he dances and he makes funny noises sir. The policeman forthwith summoned a subordinate and they conferred together, extracting as much of intelligence from their juvenile informant as their astuteness could drive. The mysterious individual was not to be so easily dismissed he had even had the effrontery to pay a return visit to the Golf Links where he again startled some ladies with his appearance and incomprehensible antics, this time the terrified ladies straightaway reported the matter to the club and two gallant male members set of in pursuit pushing into the woods they were lucky enough to catch a good view of the mysterious stranger. They gave chase as fast as the numerous obstacles would allow and they noticed that he was sprite and quick and although the golfers exerted themselves to the utmost they failed to overtake the fugitive or catch up as he scaled precipitous slopes with almost superhuman speed and scouring the undergrowth with ease, he climbed trees and swung himself from branch to branch and from tree to tree with the agility of a monkey while his pursuers looked on amazed at this creature with his tangled masses of hair clambering swiftly through the almost impenetrable recesses of the wood. Needless to say he out distanced his pursuers and the male golfers returned to the village pondering over what they had seen.
That week the wild man made repeated appearances in various parts of the Peak District. For instance one man saw him indulging in a siesta on the banks of the river. If he noticed that he was perceived however he would retreat to the friendly seclusion of the wood. And he was seen once again by a tradesman of Bakewell who surprised the strange creature enjoying a dip in the water, but again the wild man betrayed the excess of modesty which always seemed to prompt him to seek safe asylum amongst the foliage. It’s very clear this was no ordinary Tramp as he exhibited on various occasions a strong predilection for water until a local farmer discovered him taking his ablutions in the reservoir which supplies the village with water. The town then concluded this level of cleanliness had gone too far, at night his flickering lights could be discerned on the highest point. A fire maybe is kindled by the wild man for his personal comfort?
The police thoroughly searched the woods as far as they could and kept watch during the night hours and were eventually rewarded by the discovery of a crude hut structure which was found with the cold ashes of a fire in it the shanty was constructed of the branches of trees and Bracken which grows in great profusion to these parts and was sheltered from the wind by a wall of stones, was it a misdirection that the light had been first seen moving around the woods? But since then fires had been noticed much further in the wood indicating that the wild man had shifted his quarters to the thickest parts. The most rigid search however failed to locate either the man or his camp after that first week. So in spite of everything the wild man was never captured.
The story suggests to me that we’re not dealing with a simple human being but a true wild man of the woods but let’s get into the the biggest reason I believe this could be a Bigfoot type creature or as they say in England a Wildman, it was the structure or hut that caught my eye when I was looking through these old papers. There is a photograph of his hut and if you look at it and take a good long look at it, it looks an awful lot like a lot of the Bigfoot structures that we see today so I’m going to leave it to you? Is it possible that this is a simple a joke ? Let’s take into account any other reports from the area.
The Howler of Barlow Woods 1989
It was around 1989 when this happened to me, I was 17 at the time. I was just killing time and I went into the wood for a look as it’s all pine trees. I’m just wandering around and everything was normal, I could hear the birds, just a good day up to that point. I was about 100 yards in when went all quiet, silence not a sound even the birds stopped. There was nobody around at all just me. The wood was so quiet I just stood there looking around and then I heard the strangest sound! A loud Whooping noise and knocking sounds from all around, then everything went silent again.
Just like that, complete quiet, no birds nor car noise, no animal sounds just complete silence, I didnt see who or what made the noises, but I could tell I was being watched i could feel it, I’m looking around everywhere but I can’t see anybody at all. These woods are thick and the trees are large, I couldn’t make out anybody or anything around me.
I headed down towards the small stream and got down to look, and I saw nothing. I lay there for ages I did some knocks back and the whoops started again, louder this time my cheeks where puckered now, I was so spooked. I looked back into the thick woodland and my eyes saw loads of shapes in the sun light but nothing I could pinpoint. Then ‘Bump Bump, Crack’ in the distance I could not take it anymore and I was off, I went back to my bike as fast as I could and all the way out I could feel I was being followed. I was so scared I kept turning around but I couldn’t see anything or make anything out in there, and then quiet came again, as i left the woods I could hear the natural noises return, the birds and stream noises. It was over, I have never returned to the wood but have passed close many times.
The Wood itself is in Peak District National Park an area of outstanding national beauty and importance, and is at the Southernmost point, mostly uplands its highest point being kinder scout, it’s vast habitats vary from moorlands to marshy bogs to an expanse of mixed woodlands.
The Derbyshire Moorland Beast, Bi-pedal Figures and Snarls
A fellow researcher and filmmaker Chris Turner, who whilst busy with his new film Elusive, a documentary on the British Bigfoot, was contacted by a fellow Youtuber who had some experiences he wanted to pass on, Chris then kindly passed them over to me here at British Bigfoot. The young man in question is making no claims here, he is merely sharing some strange experiences whilst out wild camping that had happened to him and others over the years.
Witness Statement in Their own words: My first experience with what has become known as the North East Derbyshire Moorland Beast was in the August of 1984. I was bivouac camping with my cousin at a place called Blackamoor, Totley just outside Sheffield. I was about 14 and I was visiting family in the school holidays. We had set up the tents and camp, and it had been a fund day and as evening drew in we called it a night. I got into the tent at around 11 pm and we both decided to try get some sleep.
It felt like no sooner had we settled down to sleep that we heard what I can only describe as “the deep growl of what we’d supposed must be a large apex predator” That may sound far fetched, but that’s what it sounded like at the time, it was not something we had heard before or could identify. We shook with fear instantly & struggled not to wet ourselves. We lay breathless as we listened to heavy footfalls moving through the heather around us. After a while we raised a bit of courage and gripping our knives we managed to get up out of the poncho shelter. A thick moorland mist had settled and we could barely see each other in it, let alone anything else, we kept searching the fog as we hurriedly packed, whilst all the time praying for all we could muster, strange how you suddenly find the need for God. We went quickly as we could back down to the street lights at Totley and home.
2003 in the July or August, To be honest i’m second guessing the exact time but it was hot weather, so it was in the warmer months of the year, I was in my 30’s now and I loved to camp wild and it’s one of my hobbies. On the occasion im talking about, I had gone rough camping with my friend and his girlfriend. We were camping in the valley below Kinder. We had settled in a hollow within the treeline of the smaller wood below Kinder Downfall & the Mermaids pool. It was first light when my friends girlfriend and I were woken at the same time. We both had heard movement above us on the edge of the dell, both of us saw what appeared to be jet black Figures moving back from the edge and away into the wood. There was three or four of them. I was certain I saw three figures, and the girlfriend said she had seen four. We both woke my friend up, packed camp up and went back down.
Goyt Forest Whoops and Howls 2012
This encounter occurred in the Goyt Forest, in the Peak District. Alex spends a lot of time in the area and knows it well. Here is his encounter, in his own words, how it was told to British Bigfoot Research. .
“A few days ago, I had an interesting experience in my research location. I hadn’t visited the location for about a month, as I was using my free time to search for Deer antlers in a Deer Park not far from my house. Anyway, I decided to head over to the forest where there is a wild population of Deer, to see if I could find any antlers. A few hours in, I had just descended down a steep slope into the forest that lies in a valley, and started making my way down to the bottom where I have to cross a river. Got down to the bottom, crossed the river, and made my way up to a logging road. About 10 minutes after I had reached the logging road and had walked a little further down it, I heard a series of VERY loud knocks, which sounded like they were coming from close to where I crossed the river only 10 minutes ago. There would be 5 knocks, a 10 second pause, and then another 5 knocks. The knocks were very dull sounding, so it was coming from something being hit on a large, thick tree. Didn’t think much of it, assumed it was loggers or something. Anyway, this went on for about 7 minutes, so I got curious and decided to check it out. As I reach the corner of a clear cut that would allow me to see the river where I crossed and where I suspected the knocking was coming from, it stopped abruptly. I started glassing the area with my binos, and couldn’t seen anyone or anything. I know that no rangers were on duty that day, and there were no loggers as their vehicles and high vis jackets are easy to identify.
I had just passed that area 10 minutes earlier and I am 100% positive nobody was there. So annoyed I didn’t getting a recording of the knocking, but I just assumed it was someone down there. Anyway, made my way down there quickly and there was nobody there at all. There was no wind, and the knocks were always a series of 5, and then an approx 10 second wait before there would be another series of 5 knocks. And, I noticed the knocks started happening after I tripped and landed on a branch that had fallen, which made a large cracking sound.
I actually went with my sister about 2 weeks ago, and again, heard the same knocking sound. No wind, wasn’t a woodpecker, and I can rule out campers because I had just walked past the area the sound was coming from about 20 minutes earlier. I did a couple of hand claps to see if it would respond, but the knocking immediately stopped and we didn’t hear it again. Interesting for sure. And, last week, I went there at night, and heard the exact same mumbling sound that I heard a couple of months ago coming from around 20 feet in the treeline at the side of the logging road I was walking on. I then heard something large run through the brush as I could hear the limbs breaking. Could have been a Deer, but it came from the same area where I heard the mumbling sound?
A Night of Foreboding in Whatstandwell. Cabin Visitors? in the Peak District
Witness Nikie Davies: In around 2007, late February, me, my husband and our younger daughter went on holiday to Whatstandwell in the Peak District. We stayed in a small lodge out there surrounded by an old disused quarry and forest. On our first day there our daughter was playing and found Twelve old Victorian pennies on one of the several boulders which encircled the green inside the quarry, they were sitting there on a rock, we had let her play while we were unpacking and settling in. The place had a very strange feeling to it. It felt very ‘witchy’ – that’s the only way to describe it.
We are great hikers, we like being outdoors in the woods and we had a lot of walks planned and we got to know the river, the reservoir, the woods etc. But our first night there was very unusual. It had been fine all day except for the “witchy” feeling the place had. We had just tucked up for the evening, my husband and I in one small bedroom and our daughter in the other one, both bedrooms on the same side facing the highest cliff of the quarry which had a small cave in it, the cave was set up high. Just outside the bedroom windows was a reed-filled swampy sort of area quite boggy. We all felt unsettled and we could not drift off to sleep. It was all very eerie everything just felt “off” about this place. It was like we were all on red-alert for something. Like flight or fight, that feeling of foreboding as if you have picked up on something but cant work out what?
This feeling of being unsettled went on for a good few hours, then we heard Three distinct tree knocks very loud and then the sound of movement through the trees heading towards the cabin. Now back then none of us believed in the Wild People so at this point we all felt immediately threatened and began to get very nervous but none of us could explain why, we just couldn’t shake the feeling and being so far from people wasn’t helping with the feeling at all.
Where we were situated out at the cabin was a long walk in and it was well into the rural parts of the Peak District. So we couldn’t understand why ‘people’ were coming towards the cabin, that’s how it seemed to us, like trouble makers were on their way, although none of us would say that at that time only afterwards when we spoke about it, it felt like a band of humans up to no good were sneaking up on us, we were all on guard from that moment on.
Although these knocks were in the near distance we could hear them clearly, and then our daughter said that there was someone standing outside of her window. We thought she was mistaken and just passed it off, as that or she had seen some shadows or something because we couldn’t hear the noise at all. But she kept saying she could hear someone moving about down in the reeds just below her window. We got out of bed to go and look but couldn’t see or hear anything. We got back into bed and she started saying she could hear it again.
Now the rest of that night was something we’ve never experienced before thankfully it was like we were all in some kind of suspended timeless state, whole minutes stretched out into hours and this feeling of not being the only ones on the property. The night just seemed to go on forever. I think it is because our sixth-sense knew to be ready against something, what or why I don’t know? But we were on our guard the whole night through. It is that which stands out the most for us the waiting and feeling of foreboding. By about 6 am the stirrings and feelings of oppression went away and not long after that happened it began to get light. The rest of the holiday passed by without a repeat of anything like this. And we put it to the back of our minds.
A few years later when I finally clicked about the wild people it dawned on me that this was an experience with them. I think that the pennies were what they were playing with. a gifting between the owners of the lodge and themselves. I remembered that when we got back I had asked the owners if any strange occurrences had happened there and they were quite cryptic and said yes, you could say that? but they wouldn’t go into detail? So, now I am convinced that they knew and interacted with them using the pennies. We took pictures and in recent years have been analysing them; on one of them there look to be some kind of red eye glow in shrubbery, but this would be passed off without the contextual information. It was a perfect spot for them, close to the river, with woodlands and the quarry and reservoir (where there was another sighting I believe by someone else) and caves.
I think now, with all the research I’ve done over the years, that my theory on that night is we interrupted two clans. There were the ‘home clan’ living in the caves to the back of us, and “they” were being signalled by the ‘roaming’ ones who were coming back and that they knew we had arrived. I think the wood knocks were a warning of some kind. I also think they were drawn to our daughter as she was playing on the green most days or we would be in the woods just enjoying the day. I ‘do know I will never forget that night and the feeling of picking up on something I couldn’t work out.