Probably best left alone is the Wishing Stone at Bettiscombe, Dorset. This is an ancient megalith that stands proud and alone on the hillside high above the village. As its name suggests, this standing stone has the power to grant wishes, but Midsummer’s Night is not the time to come here in search of help. On that shortest night of the year the stone tears itself free of the ground and lumbers down the hill to drink at the small stream in the valley below. Then, as dawn approaches, it climbs back up to its ancient home.
Also on the move is a phantom hearse that haunts the lane outside Bettiscombe Church. Drawn by a pair of black horses, the black carriage moves slowly towards the church in total silence. Whose funeral is being recreated, or what the apparition might mean, nobody is terribly certain.