Monthly Archives: August 2023

Two smoking barrels

Darkness had fallen around the isolated farmhouse and the young single woman who lived there felt a sense of menace. Already there had been a prowler and the headlights she saw stopped outside created a growing sense of anxiety. When … Continue reading

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Dead man’s handle

The rain relented and the grass had dried sufficiently to allow for an attempt to cut it. For years, the garden would have been attacked with a rotary mower that had a 325 cc Briggs and Stratton engine. It was … Continue reading

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There’s no ghost in my house

It was February 1967 when we moved to High Ham. I was six years old. The memories of the move remain vivid. Moving away from the family farm on which I had spent my early years was something I dreaded. … Continue reading

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Burying Max

In thirty years of parish minisry there were people about whom I came to be increasingly cynical and others who remained a constant cause for admiration, among the latter were gravediggers. A fascination with gravediggers probably began with reading William … Continue reading

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