I had the misfortune to happen upon the Wicked Willows trail as a small boy. I strayed… well… rather… snuck from the picnic area from the watchful eyes of my mother and father. You see, all the children had been warned about the dark woods known as Wicked Willows. The stories our parents told us were about… Read more

In that village, the men drink frogspawn and girls give birth in ponds. There’s six ponds, one night of rutting, two-weeks of birthing, and then a bunch of sacrifices. There’s always sacrifices, but we’re not sure why. That’s the problem, you see. That’s what we want to know about. I can take us all up… Read more

It was Boxing Day in 1962 when the weather forecast reported an unanticipated anticyclone in Scandinavia had drawn-in continental winds from Russia and formed a cold, easterly gale-force wind, bringing snow to South East England. By New Year’s Eve this blizzard was blowing across the country and as temperatures dropped, the snow drifted up to… Read more