The Terror (2018) Season 1 Episode 8
It would appear I cope with work/life stress by purchasing polar-themed stamps on eBay
Wonderful Halloween discovery this week at @althorphouse - the Althorp curator was going through a box of Halloween decorations, etc., when she noticed this naval costume lying nearby.
It’s the rear admiral’s uniform of Frederick Spencer, from the 1850s. As a young man Frederick served in Nelson’s fleet, and later fought at the Battle of Navarino.
Here is the listing. Yes it’s a tragically soulless multipurpose office space, which includes a deep tissue massage business. Alas, alas.
Next door we have the defunct Coach night club, which included “Mr Crozier’s Residence” cocktail bar (think flights of green shooters).
You know you live in Brighton when the guy ripping up your bathroom floor boards asks for oat milk and talks about Tilda Swinton
And here we have a spooky little ghost story, featuring James Clark Ross. This was going to get finished for Halloween but you know, life. I have trick or treating to get to.
The thrilling, devastating conclusion tomorrow though!
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The Walker
a ghost story in two parts
A splash, a cough — he's awake. He lies very still and listens.
Most nights he stirs without cause. Other times a child is to blame, wailing in the dark for Ann's breast or the nursemaid's tinctures. When he wakes, as he does every night without fail, James stares into the blinding void until it floods with phantom sounds that a world away from here stitched themselves into the fabric of his being. The howl of a gale, the groan of iced up timber, the wheeze of exertion, the grind and scrape of boot soles on shingle. The pack, moaning like a doomed invalid.
But this he'd not imagined — and here it is again. Cough, cough. Weak, wet and diseased. Echoing outside on the lawn. A man.
The full length thing now on AO3.
It’s All Saints today btw. Light a candle for the dead.