An isolated reference to a boggart near Goosnargh. We’ve not been able to find Dark Lane.

Crossing over that polluted rivulet [at Goosnargh], the hospital brook, I enter fairly and cheerfully upon my walk; every step ‘busy meddling memory,’ which tell me of early yearnings, and aspirations, of hopes blighted, and of ‘joys departed never to return.’ I looked for the boggart at the Little Brooks – it was not there. I walked or rather hobbled along, the Dark Lane – it was not there, nor was there anything else, save boughs of alder and hazel greeting each other across the way, and those hobble de hoy boulders that it would be a charitable act to cover with a little gravel (E.K ‘On Foot’, 2).