Vincent Darley was baptised in St Torney’s Church on 14th March 1703. He married Mrs Elizabeth Newton by licence in Liskeard on 12th February. He died on 8th February 1764 and was buried three days later in St Torney’s churchyard. His memorial in St Torney’s Church is shown here. Click for a larger image.

In his lifetime Vincent was an active member of the community. As a member of the gentry he held lands which he leased to tenants and this social position enabled him to take up offices in church and the community. There are over 50 documents in the Cornwall record Office in Truro which bear his name. Most are land transactions but others evidence his position as a gentleman and show him upholding the law through his representations at the Quarter Sessions.

In 1758 a court was convened to resolve a dispute between John Luskey, a local farmer, and his neighbouring farmers regarding the grazing on Twelve Men’s Moor. Vincent Darley was a leading complainant in this case and it was he who largely instigated it. You can read more about this through the links on the Twelve Men’s Moor page on this website.

After Vincent’s death a ‘ghostly’ story was put about regarding his haunting of the road we now know as the B3254 from Darley Ford to North Hill village. The story of Vincent’s apparition, frequently as a black dog, was detailed by Barbara C Spooner in 1926 and is repeated here.

"The Dog Called Darley" (April 1926. Old Cornwall 1:9, pp23-26.)

Battens, now a farmhouse, is in North Hill churchtown. It passed from the Battins to the Vincents by marriage, and between 1606 and 1664, also by marriage, from the Vincents to the Darleys, once of Darley in Linkinhorne*, famous for the Darley Oak; the east end of Thomas Vincent's altar tomb (1601) is occupied by the carving of an oak-tree, as if the time were foreseen when Darleys would swallow up Vincents in marriage. The outcome of this latter marriage was "Vincent Darley late of Battens in this Parish Esq., who died on the 8th day of February 1764, aged 64"—and is the black dog in question.

"Darley" has a regular route, and has been seen on all parts of it, either as a black dog or as a man carrying a bundle of sticks on his back; but mostly as the dog. He is known for some miles round. His route begins at Darley Ford, although by 1588 at the latest, the Darleys had left "Derley", and it ends at Battens.

Some years ago a former tenant of Darley Farm, another man, and a boy, went down to the Ford and waited, at dead of night, to see what they'd see. Presently they heard the "pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat" of padded feet coming towards them, then two great shining eyes appeared, and lastly a big black dog! The boy's hair lifted, the farmer flung back his stick to hit out—and here comes the anti-climax; for the three, having either expected to see "Darley" in his own shape, or else having taken comfort from the very real howl of the hit dog, went back home unhurried and in peace, and said nothing more about ghosts. Yet the fact remains, they set out expecting to see something not of this world. And that something was "Darley."

He was seen near "Bodandel" or Botternell Turning by three people; two women, and a man akin to the woman who told me this. They were walking from Darley to Berriow after chapel one Sunday night, when he appeared to them as a black dog, and after the manner of such "dogs," pushed them apart, taking the crown of the road. Their feelings can best be imagined.

According to another woman, the dog leaves the Liskeard road at Botternell, and follows the lane down to Bathpool and up to Lydgate Corner, that much-hated place. He is then known as "Will Darley." But that is a modern accretion due to the dread inspired by a man called Will Darley, who frequented North Hill about fifty years ago, and may still be living. The real "Darley" keeps to the Liskeard road as far as Berriow.

He has been seen near Berriow Bridge, in the old carriage-drive belonging to Battens. This entered Bones Walls Field just above Berriow Bridge, crossed the road leading from "Isaac's Turning" to North Hill churchtown, went up the steep opposite field, and so down into Battens yard. Two trees are all that now mark the old entrance, "decayed" and "ancient" in 1817, and Catern Buckingham's cottage stood not far from it, near Battens Mill. Catern and her "young man" were sitting comfortably on a seat near the porch of the cottage one night, when who should come along to them in the dark but "Vincent Darley," in the shape of a big black dog? Catern's man hurled a broom at him. Very promptly the dog swelled up "so big as a yearling." then vanished in a ball of fire, and such thunder crashed round and such lightning illumined the night that the two clung to each other, too scared to move. Yet there was neither thunder nor lightning in North Hill Churchtown! Catern was a young woman when it happened. She was eighty-four when she first told it to my informant, who could scarcely credit it, some sixty years past.

"Darley" is next seen further up the old drive, where it crosses the steep field next to Battens yard. Grace Blatchford and two others were going arm-in-arm over the field from Battens yard to Bones Walls on their way to Berriow, and they were forced to unlink arms for him to pass. Grace told my informant. It is about seventy years since this happened.

And finally "Darley" is seen at Battens. A certain woman was weeding in the garden at Battens, when her heart nearly stopped beating, and she looked up, and there stood "Darley." He was in the shape of a man wearing a beaver hat and leggings, with a log of wood on his back.

One hundred and sixty-five years they cover between them—the woman who saw him standing there and who told Grace Lark; Grace Lark herself, and the woman who was told by Grace Lark, and told me. For "Vincent Darley late of Battens in this Parish Esq." say his wall tablet in the church, died on the 8th day of February, 1764. And the woman who "saw" him had known him alive. She said he was tall; a fine figure of a man, but eccentric and given to wandering. She said this to Grace Lark, who told the woman who told me; so the personality of "Darley" has been preserved for one hundred and sixty five years only by word of mouth. More than happens to most of us.

Since Darley's days Battens, very much rebuilt, has been let out in tenements, has housed a dame school under Mrs. Rodda, and for about one hundred years has been let to the Palmers, the family of yeoman farmers now in residence. It has also been very well haunted, as Mrs. Rodda could witness: ghost china and ghostly silk have chinked and rustled, and "Darley" has driven his coach like thunder into the yard. One of the Palmers' men had to saddle up very early in the morning to go somewhere—and the coach came! There was the most awful racket—the farmhorses stampeded, and the terrified man thought the house was falling to pieces, though the people inside heard nothing.

There was also — but that again was in Mrs. Rodda's time — the little matter of the string-drawn trolley which was not the coach!

* Do you know of any connection between the Darley family and the place name Darley Ford, just south of North Hill parish in Linkinhorne?
In 1639 the advowson of North Hill was purchased by Ann Darley, the wife of John Darley who paid the £300 for the rights. According to Vivian's Visitations (page 133) Ann was Ann Featley or Fairclough who died in 1646 and was buried at North Hill, John following her in 1664. The parts of Vivian's Visitations that are in italics were ratified by a John Darley in 1620. In that endorsement John Darley states that he and Ann had a son John who was born in 1617 (give or take a year) and that his parents came from outside the county. It seems, therefore, that this John knew that his father was from Suffolk and grandfather from Yorkshire. This would imply that the fact that John Darley became the incumbent in a parish adjacent to a place bearing his not very common surname was a coincidence.

The headline image shows the Vincent Darley memorial in St Torney’s Church in North Hill, and a representation of the story of "The Black Dog"