The legend of the Black Shuck—a spectral black dog of East Anglian folklore—is woven into the cultural fabric of the region I grew up. His shadowy presence lingers in the stories passed down from my forebears. This series, The Black Shuck of East Anglia, is the haunting appearance, a physical and metaphysical entity: an enduring myth, a silent witness, and a carrier of untold truths.
Introduced to the Black Shuck by my father, who had inherited him from his father. This familial thread of folklore took on a deeper meaning as I traced the path of the Shuck from the stormy shores of Brancaster and Cromer, through the quiet towns of Bungay, Stamford, and Oundle—the place of my birth and resting place of my ancestors. A journey into my family's past, accompanied by a phantom hound; to uncover buried truths, inherited silence, and unresolved grief.
The Black Shuck is a manifestation of the unspoken—the shadow of melancholia that looms over generations. It is not just a figure of fear but a symbol of the consequences of silence and denial, of the stories left untold and the shame buried in unconsecrated ground. It is a presence that reminds us of what we try to forget, a loyal companion to the past we cannot escape.
An eerie yet intimate presence is the Shuck: the weight of ancestral memory, the blurred line between myth and reality, and the landscapes that bear witness to it all. 
The Black Shuck waits, by the graves of my forebears, in the form of shadows of the unsaid.