Caroline’s ashes are unlikely to make Grey Gables feel any less haunted. Maybe a new coat of paint will do the trick? Meanwhile, Adam is wondering if he’s ready to add to the village’s extraordinary array of tots
“Take me when I’m gorn /
To Forest Lawn.”
– John Denver
Grey Gables always reminds me of the hotel in The Shining. Endless echoing corridors and unoccupied conference suites. Run by a skeleton staff for invisible guests. It is almost certainly haunted. The bones of previous residents moulder in the spacious grounds. Captain, Jack Woolley’s unattractive bull terrier, is here with his own headstone and the ashes of Caroline, the former owner, nourish a cherry tree. “No better place for her final rest” as her sorrowing widower put it this week and, indeed, there is a sense of mausoleum about the place. Grey Gables is the nearest thing to a white elephant you will find outside Whipsnade Zoo.Continue reading...