But who were the strange children of Woolpit?
Its name, for one, derives from the Saxon word wulfpyt, meaning ‘pit for trapping wolves’.
The townsfolk would dig these pits to protect themselves from wild beasts.
But it’s not this obscure name that presents a mystery, but a curious 12th-century legend attached to the town.
The green children of Woolpit.
The story began back in the Middle Ages. Workers in the small and seemingly
The boy and girl were terrified, huddled in a corner ordinary village were going about their daily business, labouring in the fields.
Suddenly, they heard frightened cries.
Stunned and nervous, the workers went to investigate.
Peering into one of the many wolf pits, they found two small children.
The boy and girl were terrified, and huddled close together for comfort.
They were crying out in an unknown language, and their clothes were made of a strange, unfamiliar material.
But stranger still was the children’s skin – it was green! The colour of leaves.
But who were these children? Where had they come from and why was their skin green?
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