I'd just popped in to have my soup after a trip to the gym and as I was slurping, two people appeared. We started to chat.
Like the boy the other time, they were paranormal researchers. They told me they had set up a Ouija Board under this arch and contacted a young girl called Peggy. It turns out that there are a wide variety of spirits here. Some good, some bad. That's always the case with a graveyard. And because witchy people leave offerings, which I have photographed before, there are witch spirits too.
I asked if there were Druid spirits, but apparently not. Instead, they recommended I visit the Rollright Stones. I think I will.
They like to visit ruined buildings so I have sent them information about the cottage ruins I found near the Ash Queen.
Incidentally, I once did a Ouija Board. I still don't know what to believe because the glass moved between the letters so fast and so directly - my friend Shauna wrote them down while Mick and I had our fingers on the glass - that I don't think Mick could have made it up. I certainly didn't. Besides, the message was colloquial and not what you'd invent. It was something like, "Hello Mick - it's Dad. Hope you and your Mum are OK and that you're still playing the music. Issy seems like a nice girl. TTFN." TTFN?? Ta-ta for now? Who on earth would invent that in a message from the dead?
That remains, I think, my only paranormal experience.
I had a riding instructor who always saw ghosts. She said she attracted them.
Of course, all the messing around with crystals, tarot, yoga energy practices and the like suggests I'd like to believe there's something other.
And the talking to trees.
I've never had a Ouija Board experience.