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The Devil's Quoits
The Devil's Quoits, Stanton Harcourt, west of Oxford
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Across the Thames from Stanton Harcourt, on the Berkshire side, is a steep little hill called Beacon Hill, about two and a half miles away as the crow flies. One Sunday, so the people of Stanton Harcourt said, the Devil was up on Beacon Hill playing quoits.
Quoits is an old game. You throw a heavy ring at a peg in the ground, and the closest throw wins. The Devil's quoits were not rings of iron, though. They were great slabs of stone.
Someone told him that playing games on a Sunday was wrong. The Devil flew into a rage, and he flung his quoits away, over the river. Three of them came down in the fields by Stanton Harcourt, and there they stand to this day.
And they won't be moved. Once, one of the quoits in Walker's Field was carted off and laid over a ditch, the Back Ditch in the Farm Close, to make a bridge. But it would never settle. It was always slipping, and however often they put it back, it wouldn't rest. In the end they had to take it back to where it stood before. You can still see the marks of the cartwheels on it, people said.
Charles Batts, a labourer of Stanton Harcourt, told this to Thomas Carter, who collected stories for the antiquary Percy Manning, on New Year's Day 1898. He had it from his father.
The village had another story too, about how it got its name. Long ago, an old man told Thomas Hughes, there was a great battle at Stanton, and the English came very close to losing it. The general rode up to one of his captains, a man called Harcourt, who was in the thick of the fighting, and shouted to him: “Stan' to un, Harcourt, stan' to un, Harcourt!” Harcourt stood his ground and won the battle, and the village has been called Stanton Harcourt ever since.