One of my fondest memories of my primary school days was when our wise old English teacher would arrive on the last day of term carrying a worn book with a green cover, gathered the class around and read us a story by M. R. James as an end of term treat.
During the same period this deceptively low-keyed BBC adaptation of 'The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral' completely wrecked my Christmas by spooking me so thoroughly it kept me awake all night and I spent the Big Day in a haze.
It proved to be the first of a series of tv adaptions collectively titled 'A Ghost Story for Christmas' and for the next couple of years with the approach of the festive season I anticipated each new instalment with a mixture of eagerness and trepidation.
During the same period this deceptively low-keyed BBC adaptation of 'The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral' completely wrecked my Christmas by spooking me so thoroughly it kept me awake all night and I spent the Big Day in a haze.
It proved to be the first of a series of tv adaptions collectively titled 'A Ghost Story for Christmas' and for the next couple of years with the approach of the festive season I anticipated each new instalment with a mixture of eagerness and trepidation.