On the journey I often heard the tales of Pendle Hill. The witches of Pendle. Some of the tales told of how the witches would meet upon Pendle hill on the evenings of the full moon. The witches would fly around in their broomsticks. Coming home from Burnley on those dark nights I would often keep an eye out for the odd witch out flying in her broomstick.
From the on I have always had a fascination with witches.