This sign’s next to the intriguingly named Slaymaker Lane, just outside Oakworth. The Lane is a place of childhood dares, myths and folklore. Pleasant in the daytime, at night the high stone walls and the thick curtain of trees make it darker than normal, even on a full moon. It’s a place where your footsteps quicken, even if you don’t know about the resident ghost of a horse and rider.
Not to take anything away from Mr Swaine’s undoubted catching skills, but there were three fresh molehills in the opposite corner of that field.