Hares used to come in off the fields to graze the good grass of the Minster Close, and Peterborough did not care for it. The rhyme was clear enough: if a hare makes its form in the Minster Close, there will be a fire in the town before the week is out.
Some time in the 1840s or 1850s word went round that a hare was in the Close. Before the local sportsmen could fetch their guns, a Peterborough character called Jack Raveley, famous in the city for how fast he could run, decided to course it himself, with no dog and no help.
The hare went over the tombstones and through the bushes, into one corner of the churchyard and then another, and Raveley stayed with it. People said no greyhound could have run it better. The chase went on for hours. A crowd gathered to watch. In the end it was the hare that gave out. Raveley threw himself on it, stood up with it in his hands, and took the applause.
Where: The Minster Yard, Peterborough Cathedral.


























