The laying of a ghost

Giles Catchpole on riverside ghosts

IT was a clear early spring day, the breeze light and the sands empty. Sea and land seemed to go on forever, their divisions blurred by light and distance. Brigitte Wetherby breathed in the salty air

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I found Ben Timberlake’s article [FT465:38-41] about seeing gnome-like entities through a military night-vision sight rather interesting. Ben puts forward a theory about spores from fungi being a cont

MR Oliver Tait?” the policeman said as he and his companion were shown into the charming sitting-room of a suave man in his thirties or thereabouts. “I’m Detective Inspector Wragge and this is WPC Moo

Sibyls , the book born of Ruth Fainlight’s poems and Leonard Baskin’s prints, became a memento of friendship, beauty and sorrow for its author