Awaking in the early morning, King Cnut saw the eel catcher’s son bathing in the river but he wasn’t a son, Cnut realised, he was a daughter…

Underneath a modern housing estate in Ely lies an East Anglian “Princess”.

Leave the last apple on the tree for the apple tree man.

“They sought her that night and they sought her next day,

And they sought her in vain while a week passed away.”

You knew he was near because you heard the sound of rushing water and the cry of the Lapwing.

“ I am a fenlander, a true fenlander. All true folk of this area carry this token and if in need are sworn to help, unto even their own death, another who carries a grey goosefeather.”

This illustration was first inspired by the true account of Elizabeth Woodcock, a Cambridgeshire Woman who, in 1799 got buried in the snow where she remained, alive, for 8 whole days before being rescued.

Have you ever noticed, in the early part of the year, how as the days begin to grow longer, the wind blows colder and harder?

Swans were forbidden. Nobody knew why. There were rumours of sinister ancient magic.

“One night in the fens the moon became curious about the tales she had been told of the many monsters that dwelled in these marshy lands and she wandered too close…”