I enjoy reading and writing about the past. But the past is, as has been said, a country where they do things differently. We can only glimpse fragmentary pictures of what life was really like in the days beyond memory. Even the best writers don’t give a complete view as it is beyond human ability to describe every moment, every reason, or even every object in a house, though James Joyce and Marcel Proust both did their level best.

My chief interest is the odd, the mysterious, the bizarre happenings, unsolved and unsolvable. These sketches of inexplicable incidents in the past are provided purely for entertainment and any conclusions drawn are entirely my own.