Author Archives: Ian

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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Searching for Private Martin

After decades of speculative stories, I finally found documentary evidence. The International Committee of the Red Cross have prisoner of war records from the First World War online, half a million files of information. At last, I had found Uncle … Continue reading

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Meeting Sergeant Luxton

Albert Luxton died five years before I was born. When I was young, the 74 years of his life seemed to represent reasonable longevity, now he seems a man whose life was too short. He is a man I should … Continue reading

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Wormwood

Aleister Crowley? You don’t expect the name of the old charlatan to crop up in an episode of Van der Valk. Twenty-First Century crime series don’t generally engage with the sort of pre-modern occult ideas propagated by a man dead … Continue reading

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