In Philadelphia in the early 1930s, my great-aunt Marjorie overheard a story which would capture her imagination for the next seventy years. Well, you must be related to those kings of Norway, the Hakons. After many years of burrowing on Marjorie's behalf, I sadly had to tell her that there is unfortunately no solid evidence that Hackings were directly related to the Norwegian Hakons. There are hints of it here and there, but any direct blood connection is so slim as to be practically neglible.
Place names hold a clue.
It is not possible to determine the reference to the second element, which may be to a burial ground, or to a hill resembling such a mound. There are several small, round 50-foot hillocks in this flat area which could explain the name. Hakon's mound' may well have been a similar place of refuge on what would then have been a much more swampy and exposed north-west coast of England. Sadly, the lack of hard evidence means one can only imagine the precise comings and goings along what must have been a relatively busy stretch of coastline. One suggestion is that Hackensall might have permitted control over ships' access inland via the River Wyre.