I don’t believe in ghosts. Well, probably not.
We’d seen the rocky outcrop from the car, an island of stone rising from the valley floor close to the village of Litton in the Peak District.
“That’s where we’re going to walk tomorrow,” said my dad. My brother and I, and my friend Ed, peered closely from the back seats, wondering if the rock was climbable.
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