White Hat

In the shifting mists of Braunton’s rugged coast, where the rivers meet the sea and old legends cling to every dune, the mournful cry of “Boat to Appledore!” still echoes across the sands , a ghostly plea from the spectral figure known only as White Hat. Bound by an age-old curse, his lantern-lit hat casts a pale glow through the fog, warning all who hear him that some souls are forever adrift, and some bargains never die.