By Gallop’s Graves, A Hollow – A Ghost Story for Christmas
The view was familiar yet not so, the valley and its village, grey upon green or no colour at all. In summer the three of us would hard-pedal up the old drovers’ track, the incline sharpening, at least one eye on the first to give in and dismount. Cheap jokes and playful insults, spinning lies … Continue reading By Gallop’s Graves, A Hollow – A Ghost Story for Christmas