Sir William Tracey of Barnstaple

In the windswept wilds of North Devon, where the River Taw winds past craggy cliffs and the sea whispers to the stones, the name Sir William Tracey lingers like a stain upon the land. Once a proud knight of Barnstaple, his sword helped fell an archbishop, and with that fateful blow, he condemned himself to a lifetime — and beyond — of guilt. Legend holds that his ghost still haunts Crockham Cavern, hands ceaselessly bundling sand, his voice a mournful wail woven into every storm that sweeps the coast, a timeless reminder that some sins cling tighter than the grave.