Garrett Chill, Aston Hall, Birmingham…
Winter. Breath shifts.
I watch it pirouette
Then dissipate as
Greyness wisps around deep polished brown.
Alone. Gaze drifts.
I peruse the Garrett
Then cogitate as
Wry shudders turn to a perturbed frown.
Fear. Assurance lifts.
I succumb to threat
Then vacate, as
Strayed wraiths hover above me, then prowl down...
PETE RAY
Aston Hall, Birmingham, 1980s.
I was upstairs, near Dick’s Garrett, where one of Sir Thomas Holte’s daughters was said to have died.
I was preparing a worksheet for schoolchildren when suddenly the cold air intensified around me.
I felt watched somehow and in my uncomfortable disturbed state, soon fled the area...
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