Wednesday, 18 February 2026

Haunted McNabs Island

Eerie image of McNabs Island, author’s own photo

McNabs Island, located in the Canadian harbour of Halifax, Nova Scotia, is rife with ghost stories, legends of hidden treasure and hanged men. Settle in for a ghost story that will give you chills. The island boasts” “three abandoned military forts, a cholera quarantine in an old potters field, ruins of old family homes... a family burial plot, a former soda pop factory that ran bootleg booze during prohibition, a shipwreck cove, a beach where English redcoats hung navy deserters during the Napoleonic Wars, a forgotten lighthouse, a former Edwardian fairground, and the remnants of a cultivated Victorian botanical garden.” (Atlas Obscura)

​McNabs Island is believed to be haunted. People have reported hearing strange sounds and someone found a hole with five marker stones near Finlay. The nearby Oak Island is famous for possessing buried treasure, and only the truly foolish would risk life and limb to find it.

The Maugher Beach Lighthouse was built in 1941 near the Sherbrooke Tower site. “The other island lighthouse, McNabs Island Rear Range Lighthouse built in 1903, was replaced by skeleton towers in 1979. The waters surrounding the island became the graveyard for many ships. In 1797, HMS Tribune struck Thrumcap Shoal and sank off Herring Cove with the loss of 228 lives. Over the centuries, numerous ships were scuttled around the island. Wrecks in Ives and Wreck coves are still visible.” (Messy Nessy Chic)

Before European colonization, the local Mi’qmaq people used the island to hunt and fish. In 1794, Colonel Edward Cornwallis resided there and began a long-term military presence that would last for two hundred years. Settlers on the island found life challenging. They grew their own food or had to go to the mainland for provisions. There was no electricity except by battery and no nearby stores or services.

The European settlers brought illness with them. In 1746, France sent a fleet of 3,000 men under the command of Doc D’Anville to ally with the M’iqmaq against the British. Typhus broke out on the ship, killing 1200 men at sea. The Frenchmen were never quarantined. They set up camp and suffered through the typhus illness. The last of the fleet were left to die unburied on the rocky coastline. More settlers came from Europe, bringing infectious diseases such as typhus or smallpox with them, which infected the M’iqmaq.

In 1866, a cholera outbreak spread throughout the island. An English steamship, the SS England, was ordered to lay anchor off the island because the ship’s crew and passengers were infected with cholera. Eight hundred infected people lived on the island in tents, and food was sent to them from the mainland. The crew and the passengers were forced to remain there until the disease had run its course. There is a sad energy where the unfortunate victims of the cholera outbreak are buried, and people report a sense of being watched. (Uncomfortably Dark)

Dr. John Slayter reported that the illness was fast and brutal. The strong would survive, and the weak would perish. Two hundred people were buried in two mass graves on the island. The bodies buried at Little Thrum Cere washed out to sea, but the bodies buried at Hugonin Point remain.

McNabs Island shipwrecks and hapless victims

Shipwrecks also surround McNabs Island. Halifax Harbour is often overcast, foggy and dark. Treacherous shoals and thick fog have caused many maritime disasters. Wreck Cove is believed to have the highest number of shipwrecks in Nova Scotia. The loss of HMS Tribune in 1797 claimed two hundred lives. The ship is now in pieces, with “rusted fittings, skeletal hulls and exposed timbers”, eerie remnants of the ship’s history. People believe that the ghosts of sailors still haunt the area, doomed never to find peace. (Ghostwatch)

Peter McNab settled on the island on December 25, 1782 and his descendants lived on the island until 1935. According to Uncomfortably Dark, Peter McNab was alive and well when the gallows were still present on the island. The sound of the clanging chains that supported the dead bodies of the hapless victims of the gallows often kept him awake at night. The sound annoyed him so badly that he gathered his best mates, and they tore down the corpses and gallows with their bare hands.

McNabs Island played an important role in the defense of Halifax from the 1800s to the Cold War of the 1950s. The first fortification was Sherbrooke Tower, a Martello tower constructed in the early 1800s which was later converted to a lighthouse where Abraham Gesner tested his kerosene invention in 1851. In the 1860s, the British built Fort Ives, followed by Fort McNab in the 1880s, and Hugonin Battery in 1899. The Canadian military built Strawberry Battery, which is not accessible to visitors, during the Second World War.

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McNab’s Island was significant in terms of its strategic location of the defence of Halifax. During the Napoleonic wars and other wars, the island was garrisoned, ready to guard the harbour. The military presence waned after the Second World War, but the relics of gun emplacements, pillboxes and underground stores remain, bestowing an eerie atmosphere to the island.

Peter McNab’s headless ghost

Peter McNab was a man with a good business sense, but bad luck followed him. He bought an aged fairground with hopes of restoring it and earning a fortune. He hoped to attract attendees, but was unsuccessful. He revived the old merry-go-round and added other games, but it still failed. He erected a soda factory in a barn next to his old house, and in 1908, he brewed flavorful beverages in ceramic bottles. He offered bottles to visitors of the fairgrounds, and threw parties at his dance hall. Perhaps the lack of enthusiasm for his fair waned, because he stopped in 1915. In 1919, the bottle storage cottage burned to the ground, thereby ending his ill-fated fairground and soda pop business. Hundreds of glass and ceramic bottles were lost to the flames as the building burned. Bootleggers used the old place to operate a moonshine still during the prohibition in the 1920s. Avid bottle collectors still search for vintage bottles. In Halifax, my mother found a few blue glass bottles when she was digging in her garden. She cleaned them up and has kept them to this day. (Uncomfortably Dark)

It’s believed that Peter McNab’s headless ghost still haunts the island searching for something. His old soda bottles? One more spectral ride on a merry-go-round? Only time will tell. McNab’s old family home and graveyard are the focal points for these enduring ghost stories.

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More spooky phenomena have been reported on McNabs Island, including apparitions and unexplained sounds. There were accounts of a ghostly horse and carriage rattling down the old paths, and sightings of an unknown man who has never been identified. It’s hard to identify a man when he’s dead. Dead men tell no tales.

McNabs Island books

​If you are curious to learn more about McNabs Island, then the following books may satisfy your curiosity, such as Bluenose Ghosts written by the celebrated folklore author Helen Creighton, or Steve Vernon’s Haunted Harbours: Ghost Stories from Old Nova Scotia. Both books are sure to give you chills. You will read with the light left on all night! Bruce Scott’s book, The Last Farm on McNabs Island, is a portrait of the island’s spooky history, with anecdotes, photographs and maps. Thomas Raddall’s book Hangman’s Beach portrays the history of McNabs Island.

Here is a short quote from the book Hangman’s Beach: “The other Frenchmen tell me it is hell turned inside out – a torture of cold instead of heat. An eternity of short days and long black nights, with snow to the hips, and an air cold enough to freeze a brass monkey’s double-shot. Why France ever owned or fought for this country I shall never know. It is not for Frenchmen, this, unless one could arrive in April and depart by November. For the rest of the year the Devil can have it - he’s an Englishman, of course.”

Today, the island remains mostly uninhabited, unless you include the dead. The Friends of McNabs Island is a volunteer, nonprofit, registered charity based in Halifax, Nova Scotia and established in 1990, dedicated to preserving McNabs Island. The island is protected as parkland, preserving its natural beauty and eerie history, promoted as a nature park and outdoor classroom. They host various events on the island, nature tours and a beach clean-up, which I once participated in. The society publishes brochures, guidebooks, posters and newsletters. They host events such as a Fall Foliage Tour, a Heritage Tour, Nature Tour, an Adventure Tour, and a Coastal Shoreline Tour. You can find their website at: https://mcnabsisland.ca/activities for more information.

Be brave, respect the island and respect the dead. There is more to McNabs Island than meets the eye.

Links to the books mentioned above

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Saturday, 14 February 2026

Jack O’Legs - Hertfordshire’s Legendary Giant Wealth Redistributor

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English folklore recounts Hertfordshire’s Jack O' Legs as a 14ft tall, 12th century ‘Social Justice Warrior’ who in the vein of Robin Hood, robbed the rich to give to the poor.

Jack lived in a cave in a wood at Weston village near the Knight’s Templar-founded town of Baldock, the name apparently derived from Babylon in Mesopotamia. Walter William Skeat wrote in his The Place-names of Hertfordshire (1904):

In Clutterbuck's Hist. of Herts., ii, 267, we find that Baldock was built by the Knights Templars before the reign of Henry III; he cites from Monast. Anglic., ii. 524—"patribus milit. Templi Salomonis … manerio, in qua terra ipsi construxerunt quendam Burgum qui dicitur Baudac." Thus the mystery disappears when we perceive that the name was conferred by the Knights Templars, who were necessarily as familiar with the O.F. name Baldac as they were with that of Solomon. The statement in Salmon's Herts. seems to be quite correct, viz., that Baldock was "an arbitrary name given by the Knights Templars when they made their settlement and built here." He adds that the grant of the land was made to them by Gilbert, Earl of Pembroke, in the time of Stephen; and he refers the name to "Bagdet or Baldach, near Babylon, whence they were ejected by the Saracens."

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One year there was such a poor harvest, the local bakers hiked up price of flour, so Jack set upon the greedy boulangers on the road to Baldock, giving the flour he purloined to the starving townsfolk.

Seeking revenge, the enraged bakers caught and cruelly blinded the giant with a red hot poker, then hanged him on nearby Gibbet’s Hill. Before his execution, Jack asked to be pointed in the direction of Weston so he could shoot an arrow with his bow and requested that he be buried where it landed. His wish was granted.

He shot his arrow three miles, all into the churchyard of Holy Trinity Church, Weston - where he was buried to this very day; no-one appears to have tried to exhume him to verify the story though.

In the 17th century, the noted antiquary John Tradescant the Younger bought a thighbone supposedly belonging to Jack O’Legs from the church’s parish clerk, which he later gifted to the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford and displayed as a ‘Thigh-bone of a Giant’. Subsequent anthropological studies speculatively identified it as an elephant’s leg-bone and the exhibit was discarded, but not lost (see links).

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Illustration of a ‘giant man or woman bone’ thought to be the earliest illustration of a dinosaur fossil. From The Natural History of Oxfordshire.

No caves have been discovered in the area; the closest thing being the Weston Hills Tunnel constructed as part of the A505 Baldock bypass and opened in March 2006.

The final resting place of Jack O’Legs?

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Jack’s dying wish mirrors closely the last wish of Robin Hood; shown at the very end of Richard Lester’s elegiac 1976 movie Robin & Marian:

Was the giant hanged here?

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John Skelton’s 1521 poem Speak Parrot, states "The gibbett of Baldock was made for Jack Leg". The custom of seizing and swiftly executing a person caught in the act of stealing, called infangthief, stems from early mediaeval times.

Nathanael Salmon recorded the tale in his 1728 History of Hertfordshire:

​“In Weston churchyard are two stones, or rather Stumps of Stones at almost fourteen Foot asunder, which the Swains will have to be on the Grave of a Giant... “About 70 years ago a very long Thigh-bone was taken out of the Church chest, where it had lain many years for a Shew, and sold by the Clerk to John Tradiskin, who, we are told, put it among the rarities of Oxford. “This Giant, called Jack O'Legs, as Fame goes, lived in a Wood here, was a great Robber, but a generous one, for he plundered the Rich to feed the Poor. He took bread from the Baldock Bakers frequently, who, taking him at an Advantage put out his Eyes and after hanged him upon a Knoll in Baldock Field. He made them at his Exit but one single Request, which they granted: that he might have his Bow put into his Hand, and wherever his Arrow fell he should be buried, which happened to be in Weston Church-yard.”

Brendan King, Chairman of the Local History Society based at Baldock Museum says that Jack may not have been quite the do-gooder he has been depicted as, more of a lanky voyeur:

​“Another story says that he went round Baldock looking in upstairs windows, so maybe that was another reason they didn’t like him. But these stories are all just embellishing the legend and each person will embellish it in their own way. That’s why the whole thing is so difficult to disentangle. There may not be an ounce of truth in the whole thing but it seems to me that the very essence of it is a large robber who was well known for a long way around and about.”

Incidentally, Baldock is mentioned in Kingsley Amis’ darkly comedic ghost story The Green Man (1969). The town being the closest to fictional pub owned and run by the apparition troubled main character Maurice Allington (Albert Finney in the chilling 1990 BBC1 mini-series).

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​By the way, Jack’s name lives on in the strong ales produced locally; both Tring Brewery and Six Hills (named after the Roman tumuli I have previously investigated for PDN) Brewery make a heady beer called Jack O' Legs

Tring brewery

Giants in Arthurian times? A scene from The Green Knight (2021):

‘Real’ Giants - still existing in Ulster’s Sperrin Mountains

The USA’s rather more recent, and definitely fictional giant - Paul Bunyan

LINKS

The Human League - Empire State Human

Stephen Arnell’s novel THE GREAT ONE is available on Amazon Kindle: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Great-One-Secret-Memoirs-Pompey-ebook/dp/B0BNLTB2G7

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Friday, 6 February 2026

Legends of Swords & Stones

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Roland and Durendal

In December 2025 I returned once again to Rome, where I revisited many of the ancient sites I so enjoy, and, as ever, searched for fresh places and things I had yet to see in over 30 years of journeying to the Eternal City, including the Horrea Piperataria, Horti Sallustiani, Museo Ninfeo, Centrale Montemartini, Sessorian Palace and Museo delle Mura.

Only 5 minutes from the apartment where I stay, the Vicolo della Spada d'Orlando (Alley of the Sword of Roland), where, as the name suggests, lies a curious embedded, deeply gashed stone long associated with Charlemagne's heroic knight Roland.

The stone itself (and some scant remains opposite) is a diminished base of a cipollino marble column, part of a temple built in AD 119 and dedicated to the Emperor Hadrian’s mother-in-law Matidia.

Two legends are associated with the rock, both featuring Roland and his legendary sword Durendal. Durendal was the sharpest sword on Earth, capable of cutting through giant boulders with a single stroke and unbreakable, as it was chock-full of relics: a tooth from Jesus’ wingman Saint Peter, blood from Saint Basil, a snippet of the Virgin Mary’s robe and a single hair from Saint Denis.

Some say the weapon was forged by Anglo-Saxon deity Wayland; others claim the Emperor Charlemagne had received it directly from an angel and then gave it to stalwart Roland.

As part of the rear guard of Charlemagne’s army, Roland was caught in a Basworsque (not Saracen/Moorish) ambush at Roncesvalles in passes of the Pyrenees in northern Spain. Roland slaughtered thousands with his combat skills and (more importantly) magic sword. But outnumbered and overrun, Roland decided to destroy Durendal to keep it from the Basque hordes. He struck an insanely powerful blow against a solid marble column that for some reason was nearby. But, you guessed it, the blade did not shatter, it cut deeply into the column.

Roland would die at Roncesvalles from blowing his battle horn Oliphant, calling to Charlemagne’s forces that they avenge him. Supposedly, he blew so hard, his head literally exploded and his brains spewed out.

​With deadly travail, in stress and pain, Count Roland sounded the mighty strain,

Forth from his mouth the bright blood sprang, And his temples burst for the very pang

But somehow, some way, the piece of marble column with the cut in it made its way to a Roman back street.

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Tradition also has it that Roland's Breach in the Pyrenees was created when he attempted to break Durendal and cut a massive gash in the mountainside with one terrific blow; a similar such tale is used to explain gap in the peak of Puig Campana in the Province of Alicante, Spain.

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​La chanson de Roland (1978): Klaus Kinski as Roland

The second version of the tale is far simpler. Before the Spanish campaign, Roland was in Rome and beset by robbers/assassins. Defending himself, he slashed out in all directions, inadvertently splitting part of a nearby column. Alternatively, after Roncesvalles, Charlemagne, to prevent Durendal from falling into enemy hands, took it to Rome where he attempted to break it against the column.

In yet another version, Roland passed through the alley where he was approached by a beautiful courtesan. She attempted to seduce him, but the virtuous Roland saw she was in fact possessed by Satan and, unsheathing his sword, fashioned the hilt into a cross, in an attempt to drive the evil spirit from the woman.

Thus from the poor woman emerged the Devil whom the paladin tried to slay with Durendal, but his attempt was naturally in vain. The Horned One vanished in his customary puff of sulphurous smoke, and Durendal lodged itself temporarily in the rock, causing the crack that can be seen to this very day.

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Stephen Arnell December 2025

The column:

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Stephen Arnell December 2025

Piranesi’s drawing of what some of the ruins of the Temple of Matidia looked like in the 18th century

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The last of Roland:

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Durendal at Rocamadour

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​The more popular explanation for what happened to Roland’s blade (the “French Excalibur”), the paladin hurled his sword away with superhuman strength (boosted by the Archangel Michael) as the battle went badly at Roncevaux, the sword finally coming to rest hundred of miles away in the French village of Rocamadour (Lot).

​There the mystic weapon was supposedly deposited in the chapel of Mary, but later stolen by Henry the Young King in 1183. All successive replicas have been stolen; most recently the sheet metal sword which was embedded in a cliff wall’s cleft and secured with a chain, pinched in June 2024. There has been some form of Durendal at Rocamadour for 1,300 years, according to the locals.

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The London Stone

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I’ve visited the London Stone on a fair few times, from when it was a neglected part of a Cannon Street sporting goods store, to its more recent, smartened up home at the same address. The name "London Stone" was first recorded around the year 1100; the date and first purpose of the stone, although could be of Roman origin - a milestone or similar. Claims that it was an object of pre-Roman worship/human sacrifice or has particular occult importance are unsubstantiated.

Stephen Arnell at the London Stone

One frequently told story is that the Stone is in fact the one which Excalibur was famously plunged, to be withdrawn by the young Arthur.

The ‘Real’ Sword in the Stone?

​Galgano Guidotti (1148–1181 AD) was a Catholic saint from Tuscany born in Chiusdino, in Siena, Italy.

​The son of a local lord, Galgano became a knight, living a licentious life before his famed conversion. Whilst on the road near Siena, his horse threw him into the dust; an ‘invisible’ angel lifted him to his feet and led him to the rugged Monte Siepi. In a vision, the chastened knight saw a round chapel on the hill with Jesus, Mary and their disciples gathered there.

​Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me.” John Lennon

The angel enjoined the lad to repent his many sins, but Galgano protested that he could no more change his wicked ways than split a rock with a sword. To prove his point, he thrust his blade at the rocky ground, but the sword slid like a knife in butter through the living rock, where it remains lodged to this very day.

​Galgano settled on the hill as a hermit, like the later St Francis (1181-1226 AD) befriending wild animals, with his lupine pals ripping apart and eating an evil monk sent by Satan himself to kill him. He died in 1181 aged 33 years. Canonization and veneration swiftly followed. In 1184, a circular chapel was built over his tomb; many pilgrims soon visited and miracles were spoken of.

​The Sword in the Stone relic can be seen at the Rotonda at Montesiepi, near the ruins of the Abbey of San Galgano. Analysis of the sword’s metal handle conducted in 2001 by Luigi Garlaschelli confirmed that the "composition of the metal and the style are compatible with the era of the legend". Scanning confirmed that the upper part of the sword and the invisible lower one are genuine and belong to the same artifact.

Further reading:

Stephen Arnell’s novel THE GREAT ONE is available on Amazon Kindle: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Great-One-Secret-Memoirs-Pompey-ebook/dp/B0BNLTB2G7

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Stephen Arnell December 2025