It is well known that the pealing of church bells upsets certain pixies, and they will always leave the vicinity of the sound. The farmer of Knighton Farm on Exmoor was on very friendly terms with the Pixies. They used to thresh his corn for him and do all manner of odd jobs, until his wife, full of good-will, left suits of clothes for them, and of course they had to leave.

But they did not lose their kindly feeling for the farmer, and one day after the Withypool bells were hung, the pixy father met him. 'Wilt gie us the lend of thy plough and tackle?' he said.

The farmer was cautious - he'd heard how the pixies used horses. 'What vor do 'ee want'n? he asked.

'I d'want to take my good wife and littlings out of the noise of they ding-dongs' the pixy replied.

The farmer trusted the pixies, and they moved, lock, stock and barrel over to Windsford Hill, and when the old pack horses trotted home they looked like beautiful two-year-olds.