5km down the road from St Helier, is St Clement
At low tide, a roaring bull roamed around the rocks on St Clement's beach. Hearing the bull's roar, no-one would venture down to the beach at low tide for any reason, even fishing.
"It drives us mad!"
"My husband's too frightened to fish."
"A bull as big as a house,with eyes of fire."
No-one seemed to really have seen the bull, the description was probably imagination, speculation, maybe people who convinced themselves they'd seen it. Either way, it was a terrifying story. However, it wasn't fevered imagination and local legend that had started it. The people may not have seen it, but they heard it. That is how they knew where it was. The bull would roam the rocks and roar.
One fisherman however, refused to believe the story of the bull. At low tide, he searched the rocks, the bull roared. The man followed the sound. Instead of a giant, ferocious bull, he found a rock pool. The rocks had eroded to form a pipe. The pool water at low tide was sucked down the pipe, making a gurgling sound which the rocks surrounding it echoed, making a load roaring noise. The rock pipe was filled.
That was the end of the Bull of St Clement. vanquished by a fisherman.
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