And so I wondered where my nearest crossroads was and
mentally ran through all the road junctions in and around the village. There
are fourteen of them, and they’re all either T junctions or 3-way junctions. The
nearest true crossroads is two miles away.
And that struck me as odd. A village without a crossroads?
Where did they site the gibbet so as to confuse the ghosts of the hanging
people?
(This tendency to become preoccupied with spooky things at
bed time goes back to childhood. I slept with the light on until I was twelve. These
days I rely on strong ale and whisky to be more efficacious than salt, garlic,
crucifixes or light bulbs.)
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