Continuing my trip down Booker family memory lane with the Mrs and Joshua in Dorset on Saturday, we headed away from Knighton and towards the edge of the Bryanston Estate, for it was there that the ghost of the grey lady is in residence.
When I say that my mother, who moved to Durweston aged eleven, saw a ghost I exaggerate. There is meant to be a ghost here, that of the grey lady. My mother never claimed to have seen it but said that when riding past here her horse used to shy and behave in a nervous manner in a way it never did at other times. Was it sensing something odd? I have always felt uneasy driving past this old lodge, feeling there was something there but that was almost certainly because of the stories mum had told me.
Anyhow, no ghosts were seen or sensed this weekend at least.