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Finding a carriage driver who would bring me out here on a Sunday morning had proved a bit of a trial, but I was here now leaving my driver on the road to Glastonbury while I investigate the story.
Crossing the road, I headed along through the woodland road and eventually came across a wooden plaque nailed to a tree. Or should I say, was. The plaque was snow sat on the ground but it still pointed into the woods. Something felt off, something that mirrored part of my past and I had come armed and ready for trouble. Strapped to my hip was a more powerful version of my lightning gun and slung over my back hung a Winchester rifle. Looking back down the road at my driver, I took a deep breath and headed into the woods.
As I crept through the wood I had the feeling of being watched, was this just paranoia spawned from my past history or was there really trouble around. After pushing through the woods, I eventually came across a small clearing. In the middle stood four stones in the ground and another small wooden board explaining the significance of the stones. I knelt down to inspect them and felt something warm on my hip. Pulling my long coat behind me, I realised the my gun was glowing. This weapon was special and the glowing was showing that there was a force in the area that it was drawing energy from. I withdrew the weapon, stood up and walked around the clearing holding it out in front of me. As I reached the far side of the clearing, the glow increased and I spotted a low lying fog creep across the ground. I stated towards the fog and now knew how swain had escaped. There was a Vail gate here and swain must have discovered it.
The Three Jumps aka Jan Swayne’s Leaps
So I have been messaged via the miracle of facebook, the legend is known as The Three Jumps aka Jan Swayne’s Leaps.
According to this site http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/7505/ The according to the 1973 book “Somerset Legends” by Berta Lawrence, it is from the Civil war about the escapade of Jan Swayne.