In 1918, my grandfather and seven other British officers escaped from a Turkish prisoner of war camp. That was the easy part. They then faced 450 miles of deadly heat, hostile terrain and trigger-happy brigands.
Dreams, gods, ghost guards, emperors, a lovestruck moon – tea has a rich and often macabre heritage of superstition and stories.
Finding ghosts and spirits at a Victorian séance in one of Britian’s oldest music halls.
This town has an abandoned harbour, lost-in-time cafes, a train junkyard, old-world cinema and an astonishing annual fair. You’ve probably never heard of it (unless you live in central Scotland).
Bedlam is at the end of the road, but that’s the least of it.
An amateur dabbler goes tree-planting on Knoydart, mending Scotland’s ecological damage one sapling at a time. Souls were nearly bartered for dry socks.
It’s outdated, sprawling, industrial and CO2 spewing. Yet there’s also a strange beauty to be found walking by the Grangemouth Refinery.