Just when you thought it was safe to venture out into the valley again....

Those of you who read this blog on August 10th may recall that I came home to find the sulphurous yellow shed belonging to Mrs Anubis Evans had been demolished!

Today I can exclusively report from the Land of the Twitching Curtains that there is definitely some activity going on over there, including a young man with rippling muscles who appears to be digging foundations. Also they have just taken delivery of copious amounts of corrugated iron, plastic and 2 x 1 softwood.

A replacement shed therefore appears imminent. The whole village is on red alert.

I’ve mentioned several times on this blog that our house appears to be haunted, and also that psychic activity is more noticeable here around the full moon. So yesterday I thought it might be a good idea to try and photograph those areas where activity was particularly obvious and see if I could capture something – anything – unusual.

Ghosts, spirits, entities, call them what you will, don’t often materialise although people who are psychic see them more easily than the rest of us. Speaking for myself, most (though not all) of my experiences seem to focus on sound and touch. Other people ‘smell’ a presence - quite literally. The most common fragrances appear to be flowers especially roses, and drains or ‘something rotten.’)

One of my photos did indeed seem promising. It was taken through a window into the kitchen and appeared to show two ghostly figures near the table. I then had to spend quite a bit of time trying to replicate it and see if there was any way the effect could have been produced by non supernatural means. Eventually, after much trial and error, I discovered that one figure was probably caused by a distortion of my own reflecton in the window due to the flash, while the other was nothing more spooky than a smudge on the window itself.

In some ways of course, it’s disappointing. But I’d rather be disappointed than deluded. Even though I do believe in ghosts, I’m not so desperate to find proof that I’ll accept everything at face value.

So no, I didn’t photograph a ghost this time. But maybe tomorrow….