Crossford is a village like any other in the English countryside in the 1500’s.  Situated on the shores of beautiful Loch Liberty in the Duchy of Northumberland, Crossford is a shire that is a jewel in the cap of the noble Duke of Northumberland.  Her fields are rich and her citizens filled with merriment and love of crown and country.

The story is mostly true.  Most of the year, Crossford is truly like any good English town on any good English lake, but at those magical times of the year, the solstices and the equinox, the magic of the ancient woods that loom over Crossford come to life.  Those fey woodlands are a link, a portal to different times and Crossford sits on lay lines that make her a destination for visitors out of time who come to Crossford to solve some dilemma in their lives.

The ancient spirits of Crossford Wood and the High Green have brought Robin Hood and Maid Marian, King Arthur and his Knights and the Three Musketeers to the small village of Crossford to set history aright.  Each group had a character at a crossroads, about to make a decision the stories knew to be wrong.  Maid Marian was going to marry the Sheriff of Nottingham, The Round Table itself was going to fall apart and D’Artagnan was about to renounce his life long dream of becoming a Musketeer.  In each case the people of Crossford and the magic of this place set them back on the path to where they were supposed to go.

This year bag pipes will ring across our hills as forces of William Wallace and King Edward the 1st bring their conflicts and dramas to the village of Crossford.