The town’s students’ windows are a mass of plastic cobwebs, ghouls, witches and ghosts. Pumpkins with their hacked-out smiles litter every step and front garden. One house’s various entrances has quasi Police Aware tape, stretched across each door, blocking entry and warning of what’s within. I like it. All of it. It makes me smile. Setting off on my walk this morning I encountered a pair evidently walking home after a pre-halloween club night. He was in a suit, though was jacketless. She wore a black corset with a skirt hitched up at the hips. On her feet were a pair of Doc Marten’s. I remember such dressing-up. Halcyon days.
