It is a strange tale that I relate. It starts with a ruined castle. What ever you do; don’t fall asleep in the courtyard, for deep beneath are a labyrinth of tunnels. From each tunnel, rather small gothic arches allow entry to a single chambers. Each chamber is simply furnished with a pair of trestles on which rests a closed coffin. The walls of these chambers are plastered with black and white photographs. Each photograph being the image of a soul lost to the coffin occupant. Yes a dark cold fireplace from each chamber allows access to the courtyard and the wider world above.

Footnote: This week my inspiration comes from last week, when I drove past the ruined castle at Middleham, North Yorkshire … ! … although I keep reworking this snippet I continue to remain dissatisfied with the outcome. Last week I found myself posting very very late have spent the weekend at the Locomotion Museum at Shildon.