Creature Comforts

‘As most of you know,’ Lulu carried on, ignoring these asides, ‘the village was once much more prosperous, especially during the Victorian era, when there was a great enthusiasm for spas and that kind of thing. Day trippers travelled for miles to Halfhidden, to drink the waters. That’s why the pub was called the Spa Hotel until recently, and I’ve discovered there was once a tea garden further up from the Green, at the Old Mill.’

‘That’s right,’ called Hannah Blackwell, who lived there. ‘The old open-fronted glass veranda is still as it was then, but they had tables all over the lawn, too, when it was fine.’

‘Yes, there’s a picture of people taking tea on the Mill lawn among the copies of early photographs I’ve pinned to the board near the door, and others showing crowds of visitors walking up the path to the Spring from what was then the Spa Hotel, or picnicking by the waterfall near the alpine nursery.’

‘My father put a gate across the path to the falls after the Saxon Hoard was discovered, to keep away people trying to dig for more, so it’s much more overgrown than in the photos,’ said Brandon Benbow, who with his family ran the Summit Alpine Nursery. ‘The gorse and brambles soon take over.’

‘There are still plenty of visitors to the Lady Spring in the summer, including some of the people staying at the pub on Haunted Weekend breaks,’ Lulu said. ‘I think they’re mostly looking for Howling Hetty, after seeing the skull behind the bar and hearing the story. And it was while I was trying to think of a way of extending those Haunted Weekends into complete week-long Haunted Holidays that I suddenly saw how that could potentially benefit the whole community.’

‘I don’t really see how,’ said Tom Tamblyn, ‘though I’m all for it if you can.’

Lulu flipped another page on the chart to reveal, ‘POINT TWO: MORE GHOSTS’.

‘We already have enough spectral goings-on at the pub to keep our visitors happy for a weekend,’ Lulu said. ‘Howling Hetty’s skull behind the bar, three haunted bedchambers and the ghostly footsteps on the backstairs.’