Who Knows Woodwose

They are set, frozen for evermore in the cold stone where they have stood, inert, for centuries. The Woodwose, hairy all over, and often wielding a club, lurking on the edge of our imagination...

They say that he is a mythical figure; a liminal outsider living on the margins of civilisation. Imagine then, if you will, that such a creature might step free from the frozen-stoned stance and walk freely about the church. Fanciful? Maybe...