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The Story of the Lincoln Imp

March 29, 2009

Lincoln Imp According to fourteenth century legend, the devil sent two imps to create havoc among the mortals.  First they went to Chesterfield where they sat upon the church spire, twisting it….then they headed for Lincoln.

They entered the Cathedral and commenced a wrecking spree…smashing tables and chairs, and tripping up the bishop.  Then they began destroying the Angel Choir, throwing rocks about, until an angel appeared and ordered them to stop.  One imp hid under a table, but the braver of the two sat atop a pillar laughing and throwing rocks at the angel.

This distraction allowed the other imp to escape and flee to Grimsby, but this little fella was promptly turned to stone…exactly as you see him today.

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23 Comments leave one →
  1. Poppy permalink
    March 29, 2009 5:06 pm

    Great story! I have been to Lincoln Cathedral, it is beautiful, but I can\’t remember seeing the imp 😦 Your picture is great though, I will have to get to see him in real life sometime 🙂 x

  2. Cornish permalink
    March 29, 2009 6:38 pm

    Sounds like my house!Interesting story Sandi, I love tales like that. Definitely needed in a tapestry. xx

  3. Sandi permalink
    March 29, 2009 6:44 pm

    According to Bran, the imp\’s name is Dave…(see comment in last blog!) I like it, and that\’s what I\’m calling him from now on!! LOL!!

  4. Cornish permalink
    March 29, 2009 6:51 pm

    Dave is a good name for him, I think. Well done Bran. I know a lot of Daves; my father in law, brother in law and father in laws friend. It\’s great when they\’re all together. Do you want a cup of tea Dave? Two Daves chorus "Yes please." and the other says coffee. Hmm, I wonder whether Dave the imp likes tea or coffee. Then again, perhaps he\’s a hot chocolate kind of imp. xx

  5. Mike permalink
    March 29, 2009 8:04 pm

    Yep, Dave is good….or should i say bad?!! Anybody with 4 letters in their first name has a little devil in them i reckon……ahem, moving on! Think i caught Rachel\’s cold, so i\’m gonna take her up on the beverage suggestion and have some hot chocolate…..with a tot of brandy in it! 🙂 xxx

  6. Pamela permalink
    March 29, 2009 9:27 pm

    Errm..he`s cute ??Some peeps in my neighborhood have Gargoylesguarding their driveway, and right across the streetare Griffins ( I like the griffins ). Have a good night Sandi, xoxo

  7. Sandi permalink
    March 29, 2009 10:17 pm

    Hey, I like gargoyles and griffins…and bats and spiders and…well, my Dad used to call me wierd…! I\’m not wierd…am I…?!!Some years ago, the owners of the Green Dragon pub took the dragon away from the front of the building, and a little boy was so upset that his parents contacted the Echo about it….and asked if they could do anything about getting \’Duncan\’ put back on his pedestal/shelf thing. People were so taken with the little boys story, that the owners of the pub had to bow to public pressure…and they put \’Duncan\’ back…where he still stands proudly to this day. I like that…and he has been Duncan ever since, to me, too. And now the imp is…Dave! (T\’was my dad\’s name, too, you know…and my nephew\’s…)

  8. Pamela permalink
    March 29, 2009 10:42 pm

    I like the gargoyles, griffins, and bats, will pass on the spiders tho…And no, you`re not weird.

  9. Bran permalink
    March 29, 2009 11:32 pm

    Well Dave the doorknocker or as I now know him to be "The Lincoln Imp" has had a good polish today after your story reminded me about his permanent presence on a beam above the inglenook, he says its a bit warmer there above the log burner than it would be on the side of a cold old cathedral. His two mates on the toasting forks keep him company as well I wonder how many more places his image will turn up!

  10. Cornish permalink
    March 30, 2009 9:32 am

    I used to date someone called Duncan and he was nothing like a dragon. He was a little dear, all six feet four of him! He\’s in the RAF now and I miss him sometimes.Ermmm, Bran. Are you saying that you stole that imp from the side of a cathedral? And as you\’ve named him the Lincoln Imp, would it be from there? The story is coming out now Sandi!!!!Have a great day. xx

  11. Sandi permalink
    March 30, 2009 11:11 am

    The imp…or Dave as he is now known…is inside the cathederal, in the Angel Choir. It\’s one of the things, if you visit, to try to find him….entering the Angel Choir, you will come across people wandering around all looking upwards in search of the little fella (he\’s all of 12" tall)I shall check out the Grimsby Imp, to see if there are any pictures…or if it\’s just a story….

  12. Sandi permalink
    March 30, 2009 11:32 am

    Here\’s a little bit more info…some more stories about…Dave…check dis out…!http://schools.lincolncathedral.com/sysfiles/pdf/lincolnSchools_theLincolnImp.pdf

  13. Mike permalink
    March 30, 2009 11:27 pm

    I rarely have trouble sleeping Sandi, though i do have an annoying habit of waking up at daft o\’clock virtually every morning and getting up…… which is a right pain on a day off! 🙂 xxx

  14. Sandi permalink
    March 31, 2009 10:10 am

    Ah, but, Mike, it means you have more of the day to enjoy…now if you had slept in…shorter day. Simples!

  15. Princess permalink
    March 31, 2009 10:59 am

    Yo Sandi, ooh thanks 4 that, very interesting! Hope u have a Good day 2day! Luv PF XXX

  16. Cornish permalink
    March 31, 2009 11:33 am

    Gotta love that Aleksander! His facial expressions are amazing and he always makes me laugh. What does he advertise again? Oh yes, Meerkats. xx

  17. Sandi permalink
    March 31, 2009 11:55 am

    Have you checked out his website…? Brilliant!! A superb advertising ploy, there, methinks!

  18. Sandi permalink
    April 1, 2009 12:48 pm

    So far, I have not found any pictures of the Grimsby Imp, but the story goes that he flew into St james\’ church and carried on his games there. An angel ordered him to cease, and when he carried on he too was turned to stone…and he is to be seen in the south aisle supporting the tower, rubbing his backside. Whether he\’d had a thrashing or it was a rude gesture, is not specified.So, there you have it…and I\’ve also learned something new, as I didn\’t previously know about the Grimsby Imp.

  19. Cornish permalink
    April 1, 2009 2:40 pm

    Perhaps he went fishing and fell into the sea and so was never heard of again.Me thinks my brain is a little too loose today. Hugs. xx

  20. Sandi permalink
    April 1, 2009 2:59 pm

    Poor you…big hugs…! The cold still not letting up?!If I ever go to Grimsby, I shall have to go and have a look for myself…but what reason would I go there for…? Ah…the fishing museum! I wouldn\’t mind going there….

  21. Cornish permalink
    April 1, 2009 3:04 pm

    Oh no, the cold is finally shifting. Thanks for the hugs though. HUGS. I think the sun has gone to my head. Overdosing on smiles for a change. :-)))))))

  22. Sandi permalink
    April 1, 2009 3:17 pm

    The sun is lovely…but I\’m getting ready for work now….horrible swear word that…w**k…!! W…er…k…bleargh…!!!!

  23. Poppy permalink
    April 1, 2009 5:04 pm

    Thanks for all the info on the Lincoln and Grimsby Imps Sandi, a fascinating story 🙂 Oh and sorry you have to go to work 😦

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