One of my fondest memories was when we went to Graiguenamanagh for our holidays. We stayed with our grandparents in a little cottage that was miles away from anywhere and was surrounded by fields and woodland. At the bottom of the lane was a woods which my dad told us never to go in there but as kids we were curious to find out what was in there.  My dad would be furious with us and decided to keep us out of there once and for all so my dad and grandad came up with a story about a monster who lived in the woods called Raw Head and Bloody Bones, my God did that keep us away from the woods  we never went in there again cos dad said he would catch us and keep us in there. I tell you what when dad mentioned Raw Head and Bloody Bones we ran for our lives.