Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to live with ghosts. As the nights draw in, I notice the shadows deepening in my own rooms, folding in a little earlier each evening. I read so many stories of things that can’t be explained, and what stays with me is how often they happen in... Continue Reading →
It sometimes seems amazing to me that I only started this project in April - it's hard to believe that it's only been five months, so much has happened in that short time. I've met so many people, and had such brilliant opportunities to hear all these true stories. Some of them have arrived heavy... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story takes us across the city to the charmingly named Pennyland estate. There's a lovely tradition in MK where the street names on each estate are themed, and my witness told me all the streets there have coin-themed names. I’m not far from a new build with streets named for space exploration, with Hubble... Continue Reading →
Tonight's story might have the most intriguing setting yet: no-one expects a bike shop to be haunted! However, as we're discovering, Milton Keynes delights in showing us the strange and unexpected. We're going back to Stony for the third time so far, and I'm pretty sure this won't be our last visit. 59 High Street... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story started with a chance encounter in a familiar place. I walk round Lodge Lake twice, maybe three times a week, and have done for the last year and a half. I go that way more often than ever these days—it’s the route I take to Precedent House, and I’m documenting its slow transition... Continue Reading →
Some places feel as though they've been woven together from moments in time. You walk in, and something catches — a flicker, a feeling, a faint sense that the past isn’t quite finished here. That if you looked closely enough, you’d see threads running between then and now, drawing forgotten moments tight against the present.... Continue Reading →
Before Revenants on the Redway began, I thought I’d have to hunt for stories. I imagined long walks, obscure Living Archives searches, knocking on doors. What I didn’t expect was how many stories would come to me. Or, more unnervingly — how some stories seemed to be waiting for me, just beyond the edge of the light.... Continue Reading →
We're just over two weeks into the project, and it's been an absolute privilege to hear so many stories. They're all special, but there's something really trusting when people take the time to show me exactly where their experience happened. Tonight's story comes from Keely in Springfield, who not only told me about the experience... Continue Reading →
Look, just because that's two weeks running I've spent my Sunday morning skulking about under bridges, it doesn't mean I'm going to make a habit of it, or reinvent myself as a troll. I promise. You remember last week I mentioned the splendid reader who had tipped me off to a good place to explore?... Continue Reading →
It started with a post on Facebook. I still used it heavily, back in those days, and had just joined a new group which posted about playgrounds in the local area. I was looking for one with a bird's nest swing, I remember, and this group had a handy map showing where they all were.... Continue Reading →