I’m betting there will be a few strange noises and events tonight. This lot, minus the brilliant Derek Acorah may even be lurking somewhere.
This is an alternative take on Most Haunted. I know there are numerous other shows where folk go to haunted properties, turn off all the lights and then scare themselves silly; for the benefit of the audience – hiding behind their sofas at home.
If you have the sense of humour of an eight year old then this is for you. Enjoy.
There… that feels so much better.
Thanks for stopping by and stay safe on this spooky night.
I absolutely LOVE autumn. The colours, the weather, the mood… I could go on but, I’ll let this video and song from one of the true masters weave some autumn magic.
Then… there’s my take on autumn.
As I’m thinking about it now, I can think of so many other things about this rather special season. You’ve been spared them for now. I may be back with chapter 2.
Talking of which, I’m hoping to do my version of NaNoWriMo ( is that right?). I am putting together a book about greyhounds and I want to use November as a time to get it completed. Then, I can drive myself nuts trying to self publish, as an e-book.
My attempt at the month-long writing challenge would probably be best called NaNoMayAllthingsbeing wellFingersCrossedMo.
So, if I go comatose on here you know why. It could be argued that I’m comatose on here anyway. No difference then.
The heady days of summer are a becoming a distant memory.
The harvest is done
and thanks will be given.
Long fingers of darkness finger the landscape,
and cover it
like an incoming tide.
Halloween finds the kids in their costumes… excitedly tricking and treating.
Ghosts of spirits good and bad are at large on the street
and lanterns are made and lit,
to keep them from our homes.
That thin veil between our world, the other world, or even worlds… whatever our beliefs, is almost tangible.
It’s powerful stuff… this Halloween fun!
The birds sing their mellow songs now.
Above us, migrating birds bid us farewell.
Leaves drift down from the trees; like golden snowflakes.
Our boots kick through red and yellow drifts of leaves.
The horse-chestnut trees give up their treasures and returned to a temporary childhood, we hunt for the shiny, red conkers again.
The fire is lit and body, and souls snuggle up under soft blankets and are kidnapped by books, that have collected dust, during the summer months. Now, they take us prisoner in their familiar and not so familiar worlds.
Scarves are knitted and proudly worn on our forays out into the colder, sleepy world.
There’s a sense of peacefulness.
A need to sleep.
A sense of everything coming full circle.
The bonfires and fireworks light up the dark skies and our spirits.
The sunrises and sunsets go all out for a show of amazing colour.
There are Festivals of Light, Christmas and New Year celebrations to prepare for and celebrate.
So much to do.
In a matter of weeks
the first snowdrops will sleepily raise their pretty, little heads above the frozen, hard earth.
A stillness will cloak our land.
As we semi hibernate
And ready ourselves for the new seasons to come.
New plans, new hopes, new life.
There is always hope… until there isn’t.
Then, there is an acceptance.
There is always the cycle of life.
There is always Halloween – to help settle us in, to the new season.
Thanks for reading and have yourself a great Halloween.