Indeed, Tharg. Herne the Hat Rack and the Yell Hounds ride across the skies above Windsor Forest (later the Great Park) – which used to stretch west almost to where Reading and Woking are now. A lot of the ‘Rides’ around old Finchampstead are left over from the Forest. (I love Finchampstead – the Devil’s Highway and a church build inside the ramparts, much flattened over the last 2,000 year, of a Roman Camp that was possibly an Iron Age camp before that.
I think there are still plenty of live-stock farmers who quietly make sure all their animals are under cover on 12th Night.