It Happened to Me…
Little Devil’s hoofprints
My sister and I have always been fans of spooky and unnerving stories, and particularly those associated with Devon and Dartmoor, our favourite holiday destination as kids. We both, therefore, knew the ‘Devil’s Hoofprints’ story better than any other, and as a laugh, every time it snowed we always – as a joke – checked to see if we could find hoofprints.
It was all very amusing, until decades later, in 2010. I used to live in Warwickshire, and that year we had a particularly long and cold snowy spell. Our family had organised dinner at
