The Hearth of Mopsus

In fact all the Easter services went rather well apart from a confusion about hymn numbers on Sunday ('I feel like a bingo caller', ...

Some time in the summer of 1986, I was driving with my family along the B3347 between Christchurch and Ringwood as we passed through the vil...

Years and years ago I may have railed about the nonsense pedalled by pagans (and some Christians) about Easter , but I hadn't any idea t...

The usual problem the Halloween lanterns face is that gusty breezes will blow them out, but the night was relatively wind-free around Swanva...

... was how I greeted the two Catrinas I shared the train with as we disembarked at Waterloo on Saturday and got a big skeletal grin in repl...

Until yesterday I'd never been to Hastings, but decided to go at least partly because of the number of interesting wells of different ki...

My last visit to Chislehurst Caves in 2008 was under the auspices of London Gothic. Yesterday's wasn't, though it included a lot of...

Let’s talk ghosts again! My dad used to describe the frustrations of being a car mechanic. Customers would bring their cars to the garage ...

In fact Halloween night was wet and windy at Swanvale Halt and keeping the lanterns lit was no easy task. By the time I set out for the chur...

St Catherine's Chapel at Abbotsbury seems different on every visit. The weather is an aspect of that: on this occasion (Bank Holiday Mon...

Until yesterday I had no idea Hornington had a Shoe Tree. It's not much of one, to be fair - it doesn't have a great many shoes - bu...

You can barely turn a corner in the Principality without stumbling across, or even into, a holy well, but they can't all be brilliant ex...