Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
Around this time last year, long before this project even existed, I decided I wanted to start writing more non-fiction pieces as well as stories. I sat down and made a list of topics I could cover - and made a note in my diary saying: I might even try pitching one of these to... Continue Reading →
For tonight’s story, we’re following the Redways west into the low-lying quiet of Wolverton Mill. It’s a trek worth making — though not one I’d recommend after dark. Children are often drawn to the places we try to keep them from. They seem to feel the presence of old boundaries even when the signs have... Continue Reading →