The Man Who Hunted Monsters

Imagine, for a moment, that it is the middle of the nineteenth century.

The Peak District is a very different place. The roads are rougher. The hills seem wilder. The great limestone caverns that draw visitors today are still places of mystery. Local people know the caves. Shepherds know them. Miners know them. But science has yet to unlock their secrets. Stories cling to these places. Monsters are said to have lurked there once. Dragons. Great beasts. Creatures from an age before memory. Most sensible Victorians dismissed such tales with a smile. But William Boyd Dawkins did not. Instead, he picked up a lantern and went looking for them.

The remarkable thing is that he found them. Not living, breathing monsters, perhaps, but something far more extraordinary. Hidden beneath the soil of caves and burial mounds lay the bones of creatures that had once walked across Britain. Cave hyenas. Mammoths. Woolly rhinoceroses. Cave bears. Animals so strange and so distant from modern experience that they might as well have stepped from folklore.

Boyd Dawkins went on to become one of the great explorers of Britain’s prehistoric past. In fact, if Indiana Jones had exchanged his revolver for a geological hammer and his whip for a notebook, the result might have looked something like the Welsh scientist who would become one of Buxton’s most famous adopted sons.

Born in Montgomeryshire, Wales, in 1837, William Boyd Dawkins grew up in a world undergoing enormous change. Geology was transforming humanity’s understanding of time. Ancient assumptions about the age of the Earth were being challenged. New discoveries suggested that human history stretched back far beyond biblical chronology. It was an exciting and often controversial age.

Scientists argued passionately. The Victorian public devoured reports of new discoveries. Newspapers carried accounts of archaeological finds from across Britain and beyond and Boyd Dawkins arrived at exactly the right moment.

Educated at Oxford and later employed by the Geological Survey, he quickly established a reputation as a gifted geologist, archaeologist and palaeontologist. But Boyd Dawkins was far more than a local antiquarian with an interest in caves. During a remarkable career he helped pioneer the emerging field of cave archaeology and played a crucial role in demonstrating that Ice Age animals once roamed Britain. His work contributed to our understanding of mammoths, cave hyenas and the earliest human inhabitants of these islands.

Beyond archaeology, he was involved in surveys connected with the proposed Channel and Humber Tunnels and helped prove the existence of valuable coal deposits beneath Kent, discoveries with significant economic implications for the nation. He became Curator of Manchester Museum and Professor of Geology at Owens College, also in Manchester. His achievements earned him election as a Fellow of the Royal Society, one of the highest honours in British science, and in 1919 he was knighted in recognition of a lifetime devoted to advancing knowledge.

By the early twentieth century, Sir William Boyd Dawkins was recognised as one of Britain’s foremost authorities on the ancient past. Yet it was the caves that held his imagination. And the Peak District proved particularly rich hunting ground.

Today we think of caves as tourist attractions but Boyd Dawkins regarded them as archives. Each layer of sediment was a page. Each fragment of bone a sentence. Each cave a library preserving forgotten worlds. By painstakingly excavating cave deposits, he helped reconstruct landscapes that existed tens of thousands of years before the first written records.

This was detective work on an extraordinary scale. A single tooth might reveal the presence of a predator. A broken bone might tell a story of hunting and scavenging. A stone tool could prove that ancient people once shared the landscape with creatures now extinct. Long before television documentaries brought prehistory into our living rooms, Boyd Dawkins was piecing together these stories from fragments buried in the darkness.

And like all great Victorian scientists, he possessed an appetite for debate. The nineteenth century was not a polite age of quiet academic agreement. Scientific disputes were fought publicly and vigorously. Scholars challenged one another in journals, lectures and newspapers. Letters flew back and forth. Reputations rose and fell. Victorian scientists could be gloriously argumentative and Boyd Dawkins was no exception.

He engaged with some of the greatest intellectual questions of his age. How old was humanity? When did people first arrive in Britain? What relationship existed between prehistoric humans and the extinct animals whose bones surrounded them? The answers mattered. They were helping to reshape humanity’s understanding of itself.

While Mary Anning searched the cliffs of Lyme Regis for the fossilised remains of ancient creatures, Boyd Dawkins searched caves and buried landscapes for evidence of lost worlds. Both were united by a willingness to look beyond accepted wisdom and follow the evidence wherever it led. Yet there was an important difference. Mary Anning’s genius was often overlooked during her lifetime because she was a working-class woman operating within a scientific establishment that rarely welcomed women. Boyd Dawkins, by contrast, achieved recognition and influence. He became one of the leading authorities of his day and was eventually knighted for his contributions to science.

Boyd Dawkins work carried him far across Britain and beyond, but Buxton remained closely associated with his legacy and for local readers, one connection is particularly intriguing. The landscapes that fascinated Boyd Dawkins remain all around us to this day. Ancient burial mounds crown the hills surrounding Buxton. Caves pierce the limestone beneath our feet. Traces of forgotten lives continue to emerge from fields, quarries and excavations.

Among these sites is Fairfield Low, one of the area’s ancient burial mounds. In 1895 the Buxton antiquarian Micah Salt excavated the barrow and discovered human remains. The skull recovered from the site would later find a place in the Boyd Dawkins Study at Buxton Museum, creating an unexpected link between two men fascinated by the distant past. The connection becomes even more interesting when one considers nearby Skellibob Wood.

Local tradition sometimes suggests that the curious name preserves a memory of skeletons discovered in the area, although the true origin of the name remains uncertain. Like so many place names, it sits somewhere between documented history and local folklore. Whether or not the story is literally true, it is exactly the sort of mystery that would have appealed to Boyd Dawkins. Ancient burial mounds. Forgotten bones. Lost names. Fragments of human lives waiting to be rediscovered. He spent much of his career pursuing such clues.

For Boyd Dawkins, the landscape was never simply scenery. It was evidence. Every hill concealed a story. Every cave might preserve a vanished world. Every bone offered another piece of the puzzle. The Peak District we know today was, to him, a vast library waiting to be read.

For me, however, Boyd Dawkins was never merely a name in a history book. Years ago now, when I volunteered at Buxton Museum helping to sort and curate parts of the lithics collection alongside my friend Bob Higginbotham, my favourite exhibit was not a fossil, a weapon or a prehistoric artefact. It was a room. The Boyd Dawkins Study.

Unlike most museum displays, it felt personal. It recreated something of the man himself. His study. His books. His possessions. His curiosities. His world. Visitors stepped not simply into an exhibition but into the orbit of a remarkable mind – you could almost imagine him returning at any moment. He had merely stepped out. His books remained. His artefacts remained. His questions remained.

As a folklorist, I have often thought that museums are at their best when they preserve not simply objects but curiosity itself. The Boyd Dawkins Room achieved exactly that. It reminded visitors that every discovery begins with a question.What lived here? Who came before us? What stories lie hidden beneath our feet?

Today, with Buxton Museum closed and its collections packed away, I find myself thinking about that room more often than I expected. Of all the exhibits that disappeared behind storage doors, the thought of Boyd Dawkins’ reconstructed study sitting in boxes somewhere is perhaps the saddest – after all, Boyd Dawkins spent his life recovering lost worlds from scattered fragments. Bones. Teeth. Tools. Clues. Now his own world has become a collection of carefully packed fragments awaiting rediscovery.

I hope one day soon those boxes are opened again. Not simply because the objects deserve to be seen. But because curiosity deserves a home.

And because somewhere in that carefully packed away Victorian study still sits the spirit of a Welshman who entered dark caves looking for monsters and emerged with a deeper understanding of what it means to be human.

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Buxton Museum – From Closure to New Beginnings

Pull up a chair and let me put the kettle on, because this is one of those stories that feels close to home in more ways than one – Buxton has a way of doing that, doesn’t it? The mist rolling down over the hills, the limestone underfoot, the sense that if you dig even a little you will find something older than you expected. Sometimes a fossil, sometimes a story, and sometimes, if you are very lucky, something shaped by human hands thousands of years ago.

Buxton Museum and Art Gallery has always been the place where all those different layers come together. Not in a grand, untouchable way, but in that quietly fascinating, slightly eccentric way that local museums do so well. You could walk in out of the Derbyshire drizzle and find yourself standing in the middle of 360 million years of history, from ancient seas to Roman roads to the tools of people who once walked these same hills with flint in their hands and purpose in their stride.

The museum itself has roots deep in the late nineteenth century, when Buxton was not only a spa town but a place of folklore, culture and curiosity. Like many civic museums of the Victorian and Edwardian era, it was born from the idea that knowledge should be shared, that history and science should not belong solely to scholars but to everyone. Its long time home in the Peak Buildings on Terrace Road became a kind of anchor point for that vision, holding collections that told the story of the Peak District in all its strange and beautiful complexity.

And what a story that is.

The Peak is one of the richest prehistoric landscapes in Britain, a place where Mesolithic hunters once tracked game through woodland that no longer exists, where Neolithic communities raised monuments that still puzzle us, and where Bronze Age burials quietly mark the passing of lives long forgotten. The museum’s archaeological collections have always been central to telling that story, and tucked within them, the lithics collection carries a particular kind of magic. I know this because I, along with my good friend Bob, were once part of the team that sorted them.

There is something about lithics that stops you in your tracks. These are not decorative objects or curiosities. They are tools, shaped with intent, held in real hands, used in moments of survival. When you handle them, even through gloves and careful procedure, there is a flicker of connection. The angle of a blade, the precision of a strike, the quiet evidence of skill passed from one generation to another. The work of curation – sorting, cataloguing and understanding museum artefacts – is meticulous and often unseen, but it is the foundation on which everything else is built. Without that work, the stories remain silent.

Over the years, the museum grew into something much broader than a simple collection of ‘things’. It became a place that told the entire story of the Peak District, from deep geological time through to modern social history. Visitors could move through the corridors from fossils and Blue John stone to Roman jewellery, medieval relics and the industrial heritage that shaped the town itself. It was a place where everything connected if you took the time to look.

A turning point came in 2017 with the redevelopment of the Wonders of the Peak gallery, a project that brought new life and energy into the museum. Funded in part by Arts Council England, it transformed the way the collections were displayed, making them more immersive, more accessible and more engaging for a wider audience. Suddenly, this quiet local museum was drawing over 30,000 visitors a year, hosting exhibitions, workshops and even collaborations with institutions like the British Museum. There was a sense that little old Buxton’s story was not just local after all, but part of something much, much bigger.

The museum also began to shift in how it invited people in. Gone was the stuffy, old fashioned sense that everything must be observed at a distance. In its place came a more hands on approach, encouraging curiosity, exploration and connection. Families, researchers, school groups and the simply curious all found something to hold onto there, whether literally or figuratively.

And then, as so often happens with buildings that have stood a long time, reality intervened. Structural concerns with the Peak Buildings led to the museum’s closure in 2023. It is difficult to overstate how much that changed things. This was not just a case of locked doors. It was the temporary loss of a space that had quietly held the town’s memory for generations.

Behind the scenes, an enormous amount of work began almost immediately. Over 100,000 objects had to be carefully packed, documented and moved into secure storage. Each one handled with the same care it had received on display, perhaps more so, because now it had to endure uncertainty. Staff adapted, shifting their focus to outreach and temporary displays, with Buxton Library becoming a kind of lifeline for keeping the museum’s presence alive in the community.

The community, for its part, did not stay quiet.

In 2024, hundreds of people turned out in support of the museum, a reminder that this was never just a place tourists visited but something woven into everyday life. When a museum like this closes, even temporarily, it leaves a gap you can feel.

Now, in 2026, the story is shifting again, and there is a cautious sense of movement. Funding from Arts Council England has supported plans for a new temporary home near Buxton Library, with exhibition spaces, a shop and areas for activities and education. It is not a permanent solution, but it is a vital step, a way of bringing the collections back into public view and restoring that connection between people and place.

At the same time, Derbyshire County Council has committed to finding a permanent new location within the town centre as part of wider regeneration plans. It is an ambitious goal, and one that will take time. There are practical challenges, funding considerations and the delicate balance of honouring what the museum has always been while allowing it to evolve into something that can serve future generations.

Public consultation has become a key part of that process, with residents invited in 2026 to help shape what the museum should look like and how it should function. That feels fitting. This has always been a shared space, built not just by curators and councils but by the people who visit, contribute and care about it.

There are still questions, of course. Timelines are uncertain, and the move to a permanent home may take several years. Temporary arrangements will bridge that gap, and there will likely be moments of frustration along the way. But what stands out most is not uncertainty, but resilience.

Even now, the work continues. Collections are being researched, conserved and understood in quiet rooms rather than public galleries. Stories are still being pieced together. Knowledge is still growing.

And somewhere, carefully wrapped and waiting, are those lithics. Silent, patient, carrying the imprint of lives lived thousands of years ago. The fact that they have been handled, sorted and interpreted by people who care deeply about them adds another layer to their story. It becomes a chain of connection, from the original maker to the modern curator, from ancient landscape to present day Buxton.

When the museum opens its doors again, whether in a temporary space or a new permanent home, it will not simply be returning to what it was. It will be stepping into something new, shaped by everything it has been through and by the people who refused to let it fade quietly away.

And if you stand there, looking at a piece of worked flint under soft gallery lights, you might just feel it. That sense of continuity. Of hands across time. Of stories waiting patiently to be told again.

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