In the grounds of Capesthorne is a fine sheet of water called
Reedsmere, containing a floating island about 1½ acres in size, which
in strong winds is blown here and there. A country legend accounts for
this floating island by a story that a certain knight was jealous of
his lady-love, and vowed not to look upon her face until the island
moved on the face of the mere. But he fell sick, and was nigh to
death, when he was nursed back to health by the lady, to reward whose
constancy a tremendous hurricane tore the island up by the roots.