The Singing Rabbit of Haytor Rocks

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Recently the Professor gave the Lumpy Stevens Memorial Lecture during which he strove to call into question a number of well-known paranormal phenomena. These included the legend of The Singing Rabbit of Haytor Rocks, which the Professor insisted was due to a trick of the light combined with a foolhardy overuse of metaphors.

Shortly after, however, the Professor received a letter from The Moderately Reverend Moreton Valence containing indisputably spurious photographic evidence to the contrary. To underline the strength of his conviction on this matter, Valence went on to argue for the introduction of compulsory juggling at all church services and declare himself to be the reincarnation of King Beornred of Mercia. 

The Singing Rabbit of Haytor Rocks

This missive greatly moved the Professor and, staring into his rapidly cooling cup of fourth flush Darjeeling, he admitted to the first glimmerings of doubt. Leaning towards me conspiratorially, he whispered: “I must consider this in greater depth by visiting the Temple of Apanthropy * and meditating at length. Or, at least, until dinner is ready.” 

I was filled with admiration by the Professor's determined search for something or other as he strode off through the sacred woodland dressed, for some unfathomable reason, as a beekeeper.

The Professor In The Sacred Woods

* I have never been able to locate this venerated temple but from careful analysis of drone footage and the recent translation of some Linear B text found in a ditch near the M62 motorway, I can state with very little conviction that it is situated in remarkably close proximity to the Duck and Tricycle Public House. 

Location: Haytor Rocks

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