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Lancashire has a rich heritage in occult lore, and is the site of the brooding Pendle Hill and the Lancashire witch trials. There are several Pendle Witch walks and The Castle at Lancaster offers a tour which features these famous prisoners.

Lancashire is home to the mysterious fairy steps near Beetham, beautifully magical walking country as well as Silverdale, one of Britain�s top ten camps sites at Gibraltar Farm, and some of the North West Pagans� favourite camps. The Wolfhouse Gallery at Silverdale offers lovely food in congenial surroundings and looks out towards Cumbria.

There are also sites of modern pagan celebration such as Holcombe Hill, Rivington Pike and the moors above Oldham where Alex and Maxine Sanders performed rituals in the 1960s. Some locations in Manchester are also significant in the history of modern paganism such as the John Rylands library, Corn Exchange and Northern Quarter along with the suburb of Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

Manchester is also home to one of the regions longest running pagan moots meeting in The Waldorf pub on the first Monday of the month. Radcliffe also hosts a well established moot and there is a newer one in Bolton too.

Cottonopolis
See Cottonopolis.

Victoria Baths
Originally opened in 1906, and renovated in 2006, the Victoria Baths have a long history of providing leisurely facilities in Manchester. There are known to be three swimming pools, a Turkish Bath(Sauna), full laundry facilities and many rooms for private baths. In the winter months, the largest pool is covered with a stable floor, allowing it to become an exhibition hall of sorts. According to elder Fae, Henry Price, a Nocker Knight and Manchester's first ever City Architect, designed the Victoria Baths and two other bathhouses in Manchester during his career for the sake of his long-time lover and muse, a Morganed maiden by the name of Lapis, in order to provide her a suitably beautiful place to soak so that she would not have to always travel back to the sea. (Written by Sir Ipsum.)

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Mayfield Station
The station has a long an varied history, originally as a railway station, then as a parcel station, and finally an entertainment venue, before at last becoming empty. Originally built in 1910, Mayfield Station originally served not only as a railway station, but as as a center of trods for various Seelie freeholds in Manchester. It was kept under guard by Sir Ilyn, an honorable troll who served dutifully until 1960, when he eventually succumbed to the Banality of the world.

Later that year, Sir Ilyn's chosen successor, a pooka called Rat-trap, revealed his alliances to the Unseelie courts. The trods at the station were closed out of safety concerns by the freehold owners. It was held until 2003, when a Seelie motley took back the station.

Led by Squire Martin, a clever nocker, the station began to see new life, appearing in various television series and hosting a few art exhibitions, but only two years after the station was taken, a raid by a group of redcap punks set the station on fire, effectively gutting the interior.

Now the station sits empty, of no use to either court, and generally considered uncontested territory. Many forces have made attempts to retake the station through the city officials, each proposing different fates for the station, but none have been successful so far. Rumours state that with no one of either side guarding it, the area could potentially be crawling with dangerous chimerae or worse. (Written  by Sir Ipsum.)

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St. Michael's Flags and Angel Meadow Park
Next to the St. Michael's Chruch, built in 1788, is St. Michael's Flags, a cemetery. Initially, the area known as Angel Meadow Park was an affluent suburb, but by the Industrial Revolution, the suburb had become stricken with poverty and disease, making it a seedy district in Manchester.

In 2004, a campaign involving many changelings of Cottonopolis chose to help renovate the Banality-ridden remains of the suburb, and successfully began renovation into a park, planting varieties of helpful herbs and wildflowers, normal and chimerical. Though the renovation is still in progress, Angel Meadow Park remains one of the few places in the United Kingdom to find wild growing chimerical plants and herbs often used for magical purposes. (Written  by Sir Ipsum.)

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Niddler's Nook

Victoria Station

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Peele Park Chantry

Buile Park Tavern

The Hidden Glade

The New Jerusalem Temple

The Masonic Temple

Pike Stones (Anglezarke Moor)

Anglezarke is a sparsely populated civil parish in the Borough of Chorley. It is dominated by reservoirs that were built to supply water to Liverpool, and a large expanse of moorland with evidence of Bronze Age settlements. Popular with walkers and tourists, it lies in the West Pennine Moors in Lancashire, and is close to the towns of Chorley, Horwich and Darwen.

Stone Circle at Cheetham Close, near Turton

Shops and Stores

Hecate's Cauldron, 55 Drake Street, Rochdale, Lancashire OL16 1RX, Tel 01706 642228

Crystal Carols, 11 George Street, Ashton-under-Lyne, Lancashire OL16 6AQ 0161 339 6677 Healing, crystals, crystal jewellery.

The Celtic Emporium, 40 Wayfarers Arcade, Lord Street, Southport, Lancashire PR8 1NT 01704 512234
http://www.thecelticemporium.com
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Crystal Henge � Crystals, jewellery, minerals, candles, incense, oils, books, rune sets, tarot sets, resins, statues, dreamcatchers, Wiccan, Buddhist and Hindu items. Central Manchester�s longest serving and favourite crystals, holistic and pagan shop. 3rd floor of Affleck�s Palace, Tib Street, Manchester. Next to Cafe 3 & Chezzie Cake shop. We also offer clairvoyant readings through local Manchester medium Angela Walsh.
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Pendle Witch Public House, Penny Street Lancaster.

Nearby and Further Afield

Besides Stockport, the SK postcode area covers a large area of north east Cheshire including Macclesfield, Hyde and Stalybridge and part of Derbyshire, including Glossop and the spa town of Buxton. There is plenty of varied beautiful countryside ranging from typical Cheshire mere and moss country to the hills and moors of the western Peak District containing ancient sites galore. One of the most significant finds from the pre-Christian era was discovered at Lindow Moss, just outside Wilmslow, when Lindow Man was unearthed in the 1980s.

Boggart Hole Clough
'Lancashire Folk-lore' (1867) by John Harland and T. T. Wilkinson.

"Not far from the little snug, smoky village of Blakeley or Blackley, there lies one of the most romantic of dells, rejoicing in a state of singular seclusion, and in the oddest of Lancashire names, to wit, the 'Boggart Hole.' [In the present generation, by pleonasm, the place is named 'Boggart Hole Clough.'] Rich in every requisite for picturesque beauty and poetical association, it is impossible for me (who am neither a painter nor a poet) to describe this dell as it should be described; and I will, therefore, only beg of thee, gentle reader, who, peradventure, mayst not have lingered in this classical neighbourhood, to fancy a deep, deep, dell, its steep sides fringed down with hazel, and beech, and fern, and thick undergrowth, and clothed at the bottom with the richest and greenest sward in the world. You descend, clinging to the trees, and scrambling as best you may, and now you stand on haunted ground! Tread softly, for this is the Boggart's Clough, and see, in yonder dark corner, and beneath the projecting mossy stone, where that dusky sullen cave yawns before us, like a bit of Salvator's best, there lurks that strange elf, the sly and mischievous Boggart. Bounce! I see him coming; oh no, it was only a hare bounding from her form; there it goes�there!"�Such is the introduction to a tale of a boggart, told by Crofton Croker, in Roby's Traditions of Lancashire; but which, if memory serve us faithfully, is but a localized version of a story told of an Irish sprite, and also of a Scotch brownie; for in all three tales when the farmer and his family are "flitting" in order to get away from the nocturnal disturbance, the sprite pops up his head from the cart, exclaiming, "Ay, neighbour, we're flitting!" Tradition, which has preserved the name of the clough selected by the Lancashire boggart for his domicile, has failed to record any particular pranks of this individual elf, and we can only notice this charming little clough, as conveying by its popular name the only remaining vestige of its lost traditions. Perhaps the best story of this clough is that graphically told by Bamford of three friends seeking by a charm (consisting in gathering three grains of St. John's fern seed there), to win for one of them the love of a damsel who was indifferent to him."