Stoke up the fire, light those candles, find that warm armchair and hunker down for a Yuletide tale which thankfully has nothing to do with Christmas, Tiny Tim or the State of the Nation..
The Last Swing- a Ghost Story
At the corner on Grange Road, there is a large cherry-tree
that comes into blossom at unexpected times of the year. When that happens,
people often cross the road to the other side, even if that means taking an
extra few minutes to walk along Low Stobhill. Perhaps they find that making
that small detour seems to be somehow, slightly less disturbing. Hanging from
one branch of the tree is a rope swing that strangely, is never used by the local
children. It is sometimes referred to as the place of the McDougals, for
reasons often left unexplained. Some researches in Morpeth Library have finally
yielded the sad truth, which I set before you now.
