21/02/2026
Goblins - not often spoken of and not ones I tend to deal with so it was a blessing and a b***y prize to meet them last weekend as I walked the Bronte trail on the Yorkshire moors.
The moors— seen as thin places angerous, eerie landscapes where supernatural beings might cross into the human world, especially at dusk or in bad weather.
They are foggy, vast, and isolated—absolutely feel like goblin territory, which is why these legends stuck so strongly. If you were walking alone across heather in thick mist a few hundred years ago, it was very easy to believe something small and malicious was watching you.
Howarth housed many boggarts - Shape-shifting, mischievous (sometimes nasty) spirits said to haunt lonely places—moors, old paths, farms, and ruins. They’d lead travellers astray, frighten horses, or cause strange noises in the mist.
These little goblins have gotten used to people treading around Bronte territory but as the gorse tears your shirt or the stones slip under your feet, it doesn't mean they like it.
As in most fae cultures, we coexist. As we approach an anniversary of 3 Wishes Fairy Festival and the incredible Henson Froud offering of Labyrinth, I feel they need to be heard (though believe me it's like channelling Sid Vicious in his hayday.
