WoooOOooo,
Wychburyman and myself made a pilgrimage to Meon Hill many many moons ago, it being on home turf (ish). There was some 'spooky' carvings in the trees on the NE side of the hillfort. The whole place is as eerie as pookakapants if you ask me, it was a grey and blustery winter day, bare trees and the hounds of suggestibility baying on the wind :-)
Poor old Charles, think he was a latter day victim of an early day mentality. I did find a book chronicling the story, in my youth, it was in detail, maybe one of Aristotle Tump's (the Black Country historian/detective) journals, but I'm not sure now.
Antiquarians and ghost hunters unite against hypochristmentalities.