The Ghost House
Even before I moved from Devon to the Peak District, I could already feel my accent rushing back, doing a happy jig in my larynx at the knowledge that it might soon be free again. I have no doubt that if I’d decided to stay in the Peak long term, it would have returned unabashed, perhaps even gaining a new overcoat in the process. It was December, 2017,…
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