The Back Way
Here’s another “could have been a painting” photograph, taken last November. This is one of the paths to my childhood home, if you were coming from the park or what remained of Sandy’s Farm (long since flattened and buried under a housing estate). Known as ‘the Back Way’ the hedges at either side were rarely cut back, making the path nigh-on impassable to all but the most intrepid. Even on a bright sunny day it was always a dark and foreboding prospect to go down there, a trepidation that fed on my head full of Hammer Horror films, leading me to regard the last house on the terraced row, one where I never saw the tenants come and go from, as a potential location for a haunting.