 Well, twas the wonder of the village and the conjuror he gets the notion he'd aget his fists on more than one gold ball when next the fairies opened the hill.So he do pick a bunch of primroses and he go on up Goblin Combe, and he was glad enough to get in to the rock after all he see and hear on the way up.Well, twasn't the right day, nor the right number of primroses, and he wasn't no dear little soul – so they took him!“

A population of the nationally scarce plant stinking hellebore ("Helleborus foetidus") grows on scree slopes in the combe, near Cleeve Toot; it is native at this site.