Welcome to the

Tin Nose Shop

Makers of the Fine City’s

Finest Fiends.

Inspired by the mystery and history of the ancient flat lands of Norfolk, from the discovery of the West Runton Mammoth, to sightings of strange beasts and tales of ghost dogs. The medieval city of Norwich and wetlands of Norfolk are soaked in storytelling and folklore. There are places here in the Eastern Counties where the veil is so thin that strange things happen and stranger things are seen.

Our fiends each begin with a local legend, a whispered myth, a tale passed down of a half remembered creature, which we sculpt into life.

Designed and made by hand in our workshop in the heart of Norfolk.

No two are the same but all contain a heart; a little chip of Norfolk flint or stone, so you can take a little piece of Norfolk with you where ever you go.

A logo with a pig's head in the center, surrounded by a circular border. Below the pig's head, there is a ribbon banner with the text 'THE TIN NOSE SHOP'.

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  • "A hound it was, an enormous coal black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen."

    Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the hound of the Baskervilles.

  • "owld black shuck, the owld gallytrot we call he, what goo in the church and cock his leg. He's the devils own hound, as big as a calf, black as night and his own optics glare like bike lamps."

    AA MacGregor recording an encounter with a local man in Blythburgh, Suffolk in 1958

  • “Lyra listened enthralled to the tales of the fen dwellers, of the great ghost dog Black shuck, of the marsh fires arising from the bubbles of witch-oil, and began to think of her self as a gyptian.”

    Philip Pullman, Northern Lights.

  • Black Shuck, Freybug, Barguest, Padfoot, Gurt dog, Striker, The Hateful thing, Moddey Dhoo, Gytrash, Shug, Church grim, Capelthwaite, Hairy Jack.

    Black dog/ hell hound, regional names, Uk

  • Abraham Flemings famous account of Shuck in 1577

    ‘A straunge and terrible Wunder wrought very late in the parish church of Bongay, a tovvn of no great distance from the citie of Norwich, namely the fourth of this August, in ye Yeere of our lord 1577 in a great tempest of violent raine, lightning and thunder, the like whereof hath been seldom seene. With the appearance of a horrible shaped thing— into the parish church of Bilbery the thing entered, placing himself on a beam, wheron suddenly he gave a swing through the church and slew two men and a lad, and burned the hand of another person among the rest of the company, of whom divers were blasted.’