During the night, the London fog had crept in on the city and stalked silently up river, stolen quietly over the boats and stealthily hidden the mud flats. It extinguished all light in its path. Little candles shivered and went out. People groped their way home through dark passages and once safely inside their houses shut their doors and did not come out again. 

I have reset this true account of a drowned body to Victorian London. It is very much inspired by Charles Dicken’s Our Mutual Friend. I am not a great fan of horror movie genres to be honest. I think the natural world is quite terrifying enough.

Most of my stories have a kernel of real life to them. A spark of conversation will often fire up my imagination. One of my favourite haunts is Winchester and I love walking around its street and squares while observing magnificent characters gathering in its shops and coffee houses.

I hope you enjoy this little collection from my notebook. They make me smile but I haven’t developed them any further.