Aspiring to be a spectre
Mar 10th, 2010 | By Ian Poulton | Category: MinistryIn a West Country childhood, there were always magical stories. There were tales of people who had met Merlin, the great wizard, keeping watch should he need to rouse Arthur and his knights from their earthbound slumbers. Should they again need to ride forth, everyone knew they lay in wait in Cadbury Hill.
In Somerset, there were there knights in shining armour who would ride back from the dead in the moment of need and, in Devon, a navy waited the hour when it would again put to sea.
The…