The fearsome blood-chilling dark and shadowy apparition of the highwayman Dick Turpin astride his mighty horse Black Bess - a huge wild-eyed, sweating, straining obsidian beast of the night - has been chronicled many times.

       Silently galloping full-tilt across the wild and desolate parkland, they pass by at a terrifying speed, and vanishes off into the gloom without making a sound.

       Another visitation is that of a 19th century Member of Parliament who poisoned himself on the heath. He wears a long coat and a top hat and is only observed at a distance.