The Calf Ghost of Docton Bridge

In the shadowed folds of Hartland, where the wild moors of North Devon meet the restless Bristol Channel, Docton Bridge stands as a silent sentinel over a stream that whispers of sorrow and secrets. Here, in the early 18th century, a tragedy bound a family’s hope to the spectral form of a white calf, its ghostly bleats haunting the night since a fateful flood claimed it and a brave son. As centuries passed, the legend of the Calf Ghost wove itself into the parish’s soul, a tale of loss and lingering spirits that chilled the hearts of villagers who shunned the bridge after dusk, their lanterns dimmed by fear of its mournful gaze. This is the story of Docton Bridge, where the past refuses to rest, and the spectral calf still wanders under October’s stormy skies.