At dawn one still October day in the long ago of the world, across the hill of Alderley, a farmer from Mobberley was riding to Macclesfield fair.
The morning was dull, but mild; light mists bedimmed his way; the woods were hushed; the day promised fine. the farmer was in good spirits, and he let his horse, a milk-white mare, set her own pace, for he wanted her to arrive fresh for the market. A rich man would walk back to Mobberley that night.
So, his mind on the town while he was yet on the hill, the farmer drew near to the place known as Thieves' Hole. And there the horse stood still and would answer to neither spur nor rein. The spur and rein she understood, and her masters' stern command, but the eyes that held her were stronger than all these.
(the opening to The Weirdstone of Brisingamen by Alan Garner)I took the photograph above at The Wizard, Alderley Edge, on the 10/10/10 (the 50th anniversary of the publication of The Weirdstone of Brisingamen). There is a useful site with maps, info and a version of the legend of Alderley here.