There are two hills overlooking this village, Harp Hill and Sinodun Hill; the latter is also sometimes known as Castle Hill, for its crowned by a well-marked hill-fort, with a thick clump of trees within it. The clump itself is jokingly known as Cuckoo Pen, it being alleged that some stupid villagers planted the trees as a fence to keep a cuckoo penned in, so that summer would never end – just as other fools tried to do at Gotham, Nottinghamshire.
There is a deep hollow in the side of Sinodun Hill, called Money Pit, where treasure is said to lay buried. There was once a man who went digging there, and dug so deeply that he actually laid bare the top of a great iron chest. As he began trying to raise it, a raven swooped down, perched on it, and clearly uttered the words, ‘He is not yet born!’ This the man understood to mean that there was some spell on the money, whereby it was fated that only one man would be able to get it, and that this man was not even born yet. So, knowing his own efforts were doomed to fail, he abandoned them; nobody has since succeeded in getting even one glimpse of the chest.
It is more usual, in legends of buried treasure, for the demonic guardian to foil the efforts of any and every seeker; however, there are a few instances where success might be possible if some strange condition were fulfilled.