Visit Nottinghamshire<\/u><\/a> says about 350,000 people still come to the Sherwood Forest visitor centre and reserve each year, and the August Robin Hood Festival draws around 40,000 of them. They are not visiting a crime scene. They are visiting a story that learned how to occupy a postcode.<\/p> The earliest certain literary glimpse is not a ballad. It is a confession. In William Langland\u2019s Piers Plowman<\/em>, around 1377, the figure of Sloth admits he cannot say his Paternoster properly, but he knows the rhymes of Robin Hood and of Ranulf, Earl of Chester. HistoryExtra<\/u><\/a> quotes the lines.<\/p> The stories that survive in full are later. Dr Mike Ibeji, writing for the BBC<\/u><\/a>, points to Robin Hood and the Monk<\/em>, about 1450; the Gest of Robyn Hode<\/em>, written down around 1492 to 1510 and probably composed around 1400; and a clutch of fifteenth-century tales preserved in the seventeenth-century Percy Folio. Read those, and the Hollywood version starts to come apart.<\/p> The early Robin is a yeoman, not an earl. HistoryExtra is firm about this. The Earl of Huntingdon story is a Tudor upgrade. Anthony Munday\u2019s plays of 1598 made him Robert, Earl of Huntington. Martin Parker\u2019s True Tale<\/em> of 1632 said that earl died in 1198. The real Earl of Huntingdon then was David of Scotland, who died in 1219. A missing title is not a small detail. It changes the politics. A dispossessed noble robbing Normans is a romance. A yeoman who knows the forest law, and how to bend it, is a different kind of hero, closer to the people who actually heard the rhymes.<\/p> The king in those early texts is not Richard the Lionheart. He is \u201cEdward our comely king\u201d. Ibeji notes that this has often been tied to Edward II\u2019s northern progress in the 1320s, and that nothing in the literary corpus requires the reign of King John. John Major, in 1521, placed Robin in 1193\u201394, and, as HistoryExtra<\/u><\/a> records, he did it \u201caccording to my estimate\u201d. Sir Walter Scott\u2019s Ivanhoe<\/em>, in 1819, did the rest. A guess became a setting. A setting became a film.<\/p> So where was he, if the poems will not sit still? The Gest<\/em> has him standing in Barnsdale, in Yorkshire, with a death at Kirklees. Robin Hood and the Monk<\/em> puts him in merry Sherwood. The sheriff of Nottingham turns up either way, which is how a Yorkshire outlaw acquired a Nottinghamshire enemy, or a Nottinghamshire outlaw acquired a Yorkshire death. Ibeji\u2019s conclusion is the one worth keeping. It is simply not possible to locate the historical Robin Hood with any certainty. The literary corpus plants him in the north, around Barnsdale and Sherwood, which may already be two stories wearing one hood.<\/p> The records are earlier than the poems, and less helpful than treasure-hunters hope. On 25 July 1225, royal justices at York recorded 32 shillings and sixpence for the chattels of one Robert Hod, fugitive, a tenant of the archbishopric. The next year the name had become Hobbehod. In 1261\u201362 a Berkshire clerk, copying a case about William, son of Robert le Fevere, wrote the fugitive\u2019s name as William Robehod. Ibeji\u2019s point is sharp. Someone in that office already thought \u201cRobin Hood\u201d meant outlaw. The legend, or at least the nickname, was in circulation before 1262. After that, the alias multiplies. Men who were not called Hood took the name because it already meant trouble.<\/p> That is why the search for one original keeps failing, and why it keeps being restarted. HistoryExtra describes a Yorkshire warrant of July 1225, ordering a sheriff to seek, take and behead Robert of Wetherby, \u201coutlaw and evil-doer of our land\u201d. The accounts show 28 shillings for the pursuit and two shillings \u201cfor a chain\u201d to hang what was left of him. Some historians have argued that this brutal little episode may sit at the root of the legend. It is a serious candidate, not a solved case. Other Hoods crowd the rolls, including a Wakefield Robyn Hode close enough to Edward II\u2019s northern tour that Victorian historians thought they had their man. None of them left a note saying he was the one in the rhymes.<\/p> The sheriff is easier, because the office was real and the man in the ballads is not. Before the mid-fifteenth century there was no Sheriff of Nottingham as a town post. There was a high sheriff of Nottinghamshire, Derbyshire and the Royal Forests, an office going back to 1068. The first men actually titled sheriffs of Nottingham, William Sadler and Thomas Lyng, were appointed together in 1449, around the time the surviving ballads were being written down. If you want a villain with a name, Philip Marc will do. High sheriff from 1209 to 1224, he was notorious enough that Magna Carta, in 1215, demanded he be removed. He is a plausible monster for John\u2019s reign. He is not named in the poems. The poems needed a title, not a biography. A sheriff collected rents, ran courts, locked people up and policed the forest. That was enough plot for five centuries.<\/p> Maid Marian is a later house guest. The early band has Little John, Will Scarlet and Much the Miller\u2019s Son. It does not have a wedding at Edwinstowe. The feminine devotion in the oldest tales is to the Virgin Mary, which became awkward after the Reformation. Marian wandered in from her own songs and, being better company than a prioress with a lancet, stayed. HistoryExtra\u2019s account of the death legend<\/u><\/a> is blunt about the rest. There is no firm evidence that Robin Hood was a real individual, let alone that he died at Kirklees. The story of the prioress who bled him too far, and the last arrow that marked a grave, is an early modern flourish. An eighteenth-century owner dug beneath the Kirklees stone and found no grave. Souvenir hunters had already been chipping the slab, in the belief that pieces of it cured toothache. A monument that cures teeth and contains nobody is folklore doing what folklore does.<\/p> And the tree? The Major Oak was not called that until a retired soldier, Major Hayman Rooke, wrote it up in 1790. Its older local name was the Cockpen Tree, because cockfighting was said to have happened in the hollow. The hollow is fungal, not a purpose-built headquarters. Nottinghamshire County Council gives the measurements that made it famous: at least 1,000 years old, about 23 tons, a trunk 33 feet (10 metres) round, branches spreading more than 92 feet (28 metres). In June 2026 the BBC reported<\/u><\/a> that the RSPB, which manages the reserve, believed the tree had died, after a spring with no leaves. Experts blamed a pile-up of causes: heat, drought, soil compacted by generations of visitors, and supports that were meant to save the limbs and may have helped finish them. It will be left standing, a monument. The hideout, if he ever had one, outlived the argument about whether he was real, and then ran out of leaves.<\/p> That is the right ending for this particular outlaw. A man, or several men, gave a name to the annoyance of living under forest law and a sheriff who answered to the king. By 1262 the name was already a costume other criminals could put on. By 1377 it was a rhyme a priest knew better than his prayers. By 1521 a Scottish historian had parked it under Richard the Lionheart, and by 1819 a novelist had nailed it there. Nottingham took the sheriff. Yorkshire kept the death. Sherwood took the visitors. 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<\/p>A priest who knew the rhymes<\/h2>
Edward, not Richard<\/h2>
A name that meant trouble<\/h2>
A grave with nobody in it, and a tree that has stopped<\/h2>