If Two Witches Were Watching…

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 a … Continue reading If Two Witches Were Watching…