No escape for Cornwall's baddest man
Jan Tregeagle, restless ghost of Cornwall’s baddest bad man, hated the chore the priests had set him, emptying Dozmary Pool with a limpet shell with a hole in it, but there was no escape he was chained fast to the task. One night he struggled and raged so much the chains snapped, and he ran off over the moors, leaving Bodmin Moor behind and speeding towards Goss Moor.
The devil sent his hell hounds to catch Tregeagle, they chased the bad man, baying and snapping at his ankles. It takes a lot to scare a bad man but they did. He ran fast, jumping the rocks, wading through bogs, splashing through streams and still the hounds were at his heels.
He saw a huge black rock in the distance, black as his heart, with a chapel built high on it's side. He thought this might be a place of safety, a sanctuary. He scrambled up the rock face, he scrambled in the chapel window, the hounds baying at his heels all the while and then ... he got stuck. Head in the chapel, heels outside - just right for the hounds to snap at, and snap they did. Tregeagle howled, partly in frustration, partly in pain. No one had any sympathy for him.
The hermit who lived in Roche Rock chapel complained, how could he meditate and pray with all that noise going on? So the hermit pushed and the vicar pulled and out popped Tregeagle. Quick as a flash the vicar had him in chains again, and the hounds kept him there. They took Tregeagle down Cornwall to make ropes out of sand. He's still there, and Roche Rock is quiet once more.