Aspects of the house were curious; a winged gargoyle hung by a sign, ‘Haunted Cottage’. Full of optimism, Claire and I had come to buy a saddle. An old woman with long, incongruously black hair led us into a conservatory. “Please sit. I’ll make some tea ... I insist!” Peach-coloured cushions graced cane furniture and … Continue reading If Two Witches Were Watching…