A Ghost Story for winter - The Witch O' Ward Hill
The Witch O' Ward Hill by Babs Stevenson If the skuas dinnae get you, the carlin will. 'Cheers'. Edward set the pint in front of the aged local. 'Slainte', the man grunted. Edward took his seat and gulped a mouthful of the barman's best. He was prepared to nod in awe at the farmer's stories from an island childhood, but only as long as his pint lasted. Outside the weather was changing. The sun was bobbing through the clouds like a coy schoolgirl flirting behind her geography jotter. Sunshine, even in June, was rarer than spotting a great crested albatross on the islands, or so it seemed to Edward. Its arrival was not to be spurned. It was day four of Edward's week long break and so far he'd spen