.....misogynistic, misanthropic, conceited, spiteful, selfish, a surley old bastard who was eccentric, witty, passionatte, energetic, quietly spoken and without doubt a national treasure!
.....I stumbled upon this stone 'bone head' half way up Bow Fell in the Lake District of northern England.
No one is sure why the Avro Lincoln bomber, serial number RF398, should be haunted.....
.....when, just below the jagged prominence of the Hags Teeth my friend pointed out a most wonderfully shaped rock, a simulacra of a grinning hag, a witch or perhaps this being Ireland a banshee.
.....after almost ten years of using a digital camera I have finally managed to photograph a group/flock/pride/flange of 'orbs', other that is than the circular smudges that manifest themselves upon rainy days.
.....or 'Do French Francs Fall in the Philippines?' or 'A Local Sky for Local Lucre' or perhaps even Mysterious Manifestations of Mamon.
We hurry along, making a beeline for summit directly ahead of us, but it's of no use as we are soon encompassed in a noisy darting cloud of bee's, we crouch down, hold onto each other and wait for them to pass.....
When an FT reader found a letter from one 'Charles Fort' in an old newspaper at a local boot sale, and posted it on the message board of forteantimes.com, much discussion ensued.