Myths Of Great Britain.

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Staying in the North-East of England, there's a dark tale of a creature known in the area of Northumberland
as 'The Duegar.' Described as an ugly dwarf, this odd-being is said to inhabit the heavily-wooded land known
as Simonside Hills, a part of the spine of Britain known as the Pennines hills.


Simonside and The Little Church Rock.

The craggy skyline looks down on ancient and managed forest, where burial cairns marked with forgotten
prehistoric art hunker down among wind-blown heather. Here -it is said, dwells the Duegar.


Just on the outskirts of Scotland is the home of the Duegar.

In the past, wary travellers of the narrow track-ways would watch for the lanterns of the malicious Duegar that
hoped to lure wayfarers from their desired path. Assuming a nearby cottage would satisfy their weariness,
a careless pilgrim would walk towards the light and find themselves falling into a rocky ravine or being swallowed
by an unseen marsh.

Nineteenth century texts tell of a wanderer crossing the moorland of Simonside and finding a hut, the traveller
decided to get in out of the weather and entered the shack. Warming himself up with a small fire, he notices
a small humanoid figure enter the structure and sit down beside the hearth.

Glad of the company, the traveller struggles to draw a conversation from the little person and eventually resigns
himself to his own thoughts among the flames. As the dawn arrived, the drowsing man took stock of his surroundings
and observed that the dwarf had disappeared along with the hut, the traveller now found himself on a rocky precipice
inches from his demise.

The Duegar, not a nice bugger!