A walk in milk wood

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I’ve just returned from three magical days in the Lake District. Craggy mountains, mist over the fells, and the gentle hum of a Herdwick sheep or two. I stayed near Hill Top, once home to Beatrix Pott

Just where did all the weird ghosts go is a question that has been posed in Fortean Times. One answer might be Wales. Ghost hunter John Harries declared, “In order to meet a Welsh ghost one really nee

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Just over the old railway bridge from my house, down the hill to where the footpath crosses the brook by the church, that’s Pooh Sticks Bridge, where we stop for a game of Pooh Sticks when we go for a

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