Hello again
I had another book
launch in Tunbridge Wells on Tuesday which went very well as people seem intrigued
by “The Day Of The Swans” and it’s now on many reading group lists. After a
lovely meal with friends, I stayed with one of them. When we got back to her
place, we sat in front of a large fire, drinking a superb bottle of Chablis and
talking late into the night. [Such decadence – I love it!] I didn’t get to
sleep until nearly 5 a.m. as my brain was an over-load of conversations and
images. Then I woke up at 7.30 a.m. So
very little sleep.
My friend lives
outside Tunbridge Wells in an ancient farmhouse which is haunted. Part of it
dates back to 13th century and there’s a bricked up door in the music room. As
she was getting dressed the next morning, I asked if I could play her
baby-grand piano which has the most amazing decorations on it like a Chinese
painting. As I was playing, I heard the sound of a latch being lifted behind me
and I thought my friend had walked in. I stopped playing and turned around
expecting to see her but there was no one else. What unnerved me was the door
into the music room was wide open and there’s no latch on it. When she did come
in to find out why I’d stopped playing as she was enjoying it, I told her what
I’d heard. She told me that the ghost always came into the room when her
husband played the piano and usually through the bricked up wall!!
The piano was angled
in a corner and anyone who played it had their back to the bricked up door so I found it too unnerving to continue playing. When
I’d walked into the room the atmosphere was good which was strange. I would
love to play her beautiful piano again, but don’t know if I have the courage to
do so. I am now left wondering who this music-loving ghost was. Very
intriguing, isn’t it?
More extracts from "The Red Body Stocking" next week.