The Monday Tradition

Campanologists in full swing this evening switching between the sombre funeral bell to the jovial wedding song.

My evening went from the sublime to the ridiculous as outside the cottage a film crew appeared for the second consecutive night. A lighting rig shone brightly through what I thought was a semi-derelict building.

As I write this there's an eerie sound of howling wind and a distant scream - or is that my imagination playing tricks on me?