‘Now, can everyone see okay? Gather in a bit closer.’

The tour group shuffled around into a curve in front of the large block of stone.

‘This is a shrine to one of our local legends: Old Pete. I expect none of you have heard of Old Pete before, his story is not well known outside of the county.’

A few head shakes from the group.

‘Well, the story goes that Old Pete was out walking round his land one day, a couple of hundred years ago. He wandered down to the pond at the bottom of his field where the sheep had been grazing. In the pond where three swans.’

He pointed to the carvings on the stone pillar. Some of the tourists stared round them, feet were scuffed on the gravel, there were sighs of distraction and whispered conversations.

‘As he neared the swans he saw them transform…