I hear someone coming. It has happened before. I pause & listen but no longer hear anything. I sigh. As always, hope is snatched away before it can take root. & so then, as always, I am carried back to that first December so very long ago... Rooted in the elemental landscapes of Sussex, Brittany & the Languedoc, here are tales of ghosts & spirits seeking revenge, grief-stricken women & haunted men coming to terms with their destiny.