Hello everyone, welcome to Wednesday`s journal entry. I was out shopping today and had rather a good time. I was looking for a pair of jeans as I live and die in the things! I had decided it was worth spending a little more to find a really comfortable pair. After trying on lots of so-called `quality` jeans, I came across a pair that were perfect in fit and appearance.... the cost? £15! I am impressed. I also bought myself a new novel, ` Life isn`t all ha ha hee hee` by Meera Syal. I`ve been wanting to read it for some time so I shall get stuck into it tonight. Then I went into a discount bookshop where I found my Purchase of the Day. A book of true ghost stories which I hope will please my readers. They are not too long and from what I`ve seen so far, just right for my journal, so I`ll start today with a short one. It`s called......................
The Legend of Evelyn Carew
Every year at midnight on 31st May, a phantom coach races from the Hall at Potter Heigham, Norfolk to its destruction on the three-arched bridge in the village. In the 18th century, Lady Evelyn Carew was married to Sir Godfrey Haslitt. The marriage ceremony took place on 31st May 1741 at Norwich Cathedral, but the wedding had only been made possible by the bride allegedly making a contract with the Devil, promising she would be his if if only she could first marry the rich Sir Godfrey. After the wedding the bridal party returned to Sir Godfrey`s estate for the reception as the clock struck midnight. At that moment the gates of the Hall burst open, and there framed in its door was a skeleton. Ignoring the screaming guests, the skeleton rushed over to where the bride stood and grabbed her up in its bony arms and carried her to a waiting coach. The Devil had demanded his due. Sir Godfrey`s last sight of his young bride was her pale face through the window of the coach with the skeleton seated beside her. The coach, pulled by four black horses and occupied by three other skeletons, raced down the driveway and took the road to Potter Heigham. The night was quiet but there were still a few people who saw the coach and its terrified passenger race down the road until it reached the bridge in the village, where it swung across the narrow road and, smashing into the parapet, broke into pieces and fell - horses,coach and passengers - into the river below.
5 comments:
Those jeans sounds a real bargain. Love the ghost story! Not heard that one before. They should keep you busy for a while.xxxxxx
I live and die in jeans too :-) Sounds like a bargain I'm impressed!! That Meerya Syall book is in my pile to read. I like her I think she's quite funny so I was interested in reading the books!! Oooooo at the ghost story!!
I too love to be in my jeans, when I have to go dress "up" for work, I hate it. How much is that in American money? :)
I need a book to make me laugh...is she a good author? Maybe I will venture to the bookstore this weekend and purchase it. Going to the park, sitting and reading a good book is the most peaceful thing for me.
I am scared of ghost stories...so you will be scaring me quite a bit?
Hugs sweetie,
Sharon :)
Robyn <~~~~loves ghost stories based on true stories :)
Ooh, spooky tale!! Love it :o)
Yay for the jeans, I live in jeans too, they are so comfortable, and there are plenty of places that make them nice and long these days - for years I had to wear jeans that ended half way up my legs because of being tall!! Well, not literally half way up my legs, but you get the idea ;o) Am in a waffling mood today, sorry about waffling comment!
Sara x
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