Time Between Times Storytelling with Owen Staton

This week on Time Between Times Storytelling with Owen Staton, we’re staying close to home as we climb one of the most atmospheric roads in South Wales…
The lonely Bwlch Road between Baglan and Cwmavon.
Many of us have driven this road countless times. We’ve watched the mist roll over the mountain, felt the wind buffet the car, and admired the breathtaking views across Port Talbot and the Afan Valley. But what if this ancient pass remembers far more than it reveals?
Local legend speaks of a mysterious figure standing beside the old mine workings high on the mountain. Silent. Motionless. Forever pointing into the darkness beneath the earth.
Who is he?
A miner who never returned home?
A guardian watching over those still resting beneath the mountain?
Or a warning to those who venture too close to forgotten places?
In this new episode, I weave together the history of the Bwlch, the rich mining heritage of the Port Talbot area, and one of its most intriguing ghost stories into a tale of memory, mystery and the enduring spirit of our Welsh landscape.
If you’ve ever travelled the road between Cwmavon and Baglan, this story may make you see it in a very different light.
So dim the lights, settle by the fire, and join me as we journey once more into the Time Between Times…
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Nos da, my friends… and if you find yourself crossing the Bwlch after dark, keep your eyes on the roadside… because some sentinels never abandon their post.

The Fairy Funeral
This week on Time Between Times Storytelling with Owen Staton, we leave the well-worn paths behind and climb into the lonely Welsh hills, where the veil between our world and the Otherworld is said to be at its thinnest.
When an old shepherd hears the distant ringing of unseen bells, he finds himself standing before a silent funeral procession unlike any ever witnessed by mortal eyes. Drawn towards a tiny white-thorn coffin carried by the mysterious Tylwyth Teg, he uncovers an ancient truth about memory, loss, and the stories that refuse to die.
Inspired by the rich folklore of Wales, The Fairy Funeral is an original tale of haunting beauty that explores the hidden roads of the Fair Folk and reminds us that every name remembered keeps a light burning against the darkness.
So dim the lights, settle by the fire, and join me for another journey into the places where myth lingers in the mist and every whisper on the wind carries the echo of an older world.
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High above an ancient Cornish church, something waits in the gathering dusk.
In 1976, terrified witnesses reported seeing a towering winged figure perched upon the church tower at Mawnan Smith. With glowing eyes, vast feathered wings, and a shape that seemed both human and owl, the creature would become one of Britain’s most enduring modern mysteries: the Owlman of Mawnan.
Join Owen Staton as we journey into the shadowed woodlands of Cornwall, where ancient trees crowd forgotten paths and old stones hold older secrets. Together we’ll explore the chilling encounters, the folklore of the night, and the unsettling feeling that sometimes, when darkness falls, something may be watching from above.
So settle by the fire, listen to the wind beyond the window, and keep your eyes on the sky.
Because tonight, we enter the woods beneath the church tower… and search for the Owlman.
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Take care
Owen x

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The Red Lady of Paviland.

Friends, tonight I’m taking you to a place where the land falls away into the sea, where the wind howls across the cliffs of Gower and the waves whisper against ancient stone. Hidden there is a cave that kept its secret for more than 33,000 years.

In the latest episode of The Time Between Times, we journey deep into Ice Age Wales to uncover the extraordinary story of the Red Lady of Paviland — one of the oldest ceremonial burials ever discovered in Western Europe.

This is a story that has everything I love: mammoths wandering across frozen landscapes, ancient rituals lost to time, archaeological mysteries, and a remarkable discovery that challenged everything people thought they knew about the distant past.

Who was the young man buried beneath a blanket of red ochre? Why was he laid to rest with such care? And what can his grave tell us about the beliefs, hopes and dreams of people who lived tens of thousands of years ago?

It’s a tale of wonder, mystery and deep human connection — a reminder that even across unimaginable stretches of time, the people of the past are never quite as distant as they seem.

So pull up a chair by the fire, settle in, and join me as we step beyond history and into deep time itself.

I can’t wait for you to hear this one. Welcome… to The Time Between Times.

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The Death Messenger of Mellincourt
Three knocks.
A cold winter night.
And a visitor who never arrives by chance.
In this haunting journey into the folklore of the Neath Valley, Owen Staton ventures deep into the shadows of Welsh belief to uncover the chilling tale of The Death Messenger. Drawn from the pages of nineteenth-century folklore, this unforgettable story tells of Modryb Nan of Mellincourt, an old woman who receives a mysterious midnight visitor dressed in black. A figure whose face is never seen. A figure everyone knows, yet nobody dares name.
As the fire burns low and moonlight spills across the mountains, a young man witnesses a terrifying encounter that will stay with him forever: a dance with Death itself.
Rich with atmosphere, ancient superstition, and the wild beauty of the Welsh landscape, this episode explores one of Wales’ most unsettling traditions—where Angau, the personification of death, is not an idea but a presence that walks the lonely roads between worlds.
So settle beside the fire, listen for the wind beyond the door, and pray you do not hear three knocks in the darkness.
Because some visitors arrive only once.
And when they leave, they never travel alone.

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