The Ghostly Dog of Bishops Lydiard, Somerset

Nestled in the picturesque Somerset village of Bishops Lydiard, near Taunton, stands a charming house—one that has witnessed an encounter with a spectral dog, leaving its mark on local legend.

The house had once been part of an old priory near to the local church. It was purchased by Mr and Mrs Bolton but several years before the Bolton’s moved in, the previous owner was having some structural work done on the house and in one of the walls, there was found a cavalier’s thigh boot with a silver spur.

Mrs Bolton was an accomplished business woman in her working life but had also admitted she felt she could possibly have some psychic intuition. When she and her husband moved into the property, they were told that it was haunted by a little old woman but neither had seen nor heard her but what they both had heard was the padding of a dog paws. They would hear the dog above them when they were downstairs.  

It was only Mrs Bolton that had seen the ghost dog and she saw it for the first time on an early April morning when she was making herself breakfast before going to work. She glanced out of the window, into the garden and was surprised to see a rather large grey dog in there. It had its nose to the ground and seemed to be following a scent. She wondered how the dog had got in as there were very large walls to the garden and all gates were locked. Her own dog, who would usually bark if someone entered the garden, was still in his basket and was shivering with all his hackles raised. As she was in a rush to catch her train, she reluctantly left the house but with thoughts of the dog she had seen.

At lunchtime, she visited a museum in the area she was working as she really wanted to find out what breed the dog in her garden was. She looked at many photos of different breeds but to no avail. She then came across an old print of the exact likeness! The dog in the print was a now almost extinct breed; it was a German Boarhound.

It was a few weeks later when Mrs Bolton saw the dog again. She managed to get a better look at the dog this time and noted it was rather like an Irish Wolfhound but a larger build and blunted nose. She got very confused when the dog was by one of the walls, as she could see the walls through the dog. She then ran to the window to view it more closely, but it had just disappeared! Again, her own dog was sitting in his basket, shivering and hackles raised. Both of the Boltons felt their own dog’s reaction added more validity to the sightings.