Sleeper’s Castle: An epic historical romance from the Sunday Times bestseller. Barbara Erskine

snippets of actual memories of past events. I’m sure they do.’

      ‘I would love to think that is what this is,’ Andy said. ‘Two poets on tour and—’ She broke off abruptly. ‘I hope I’m not going to find out that their journey ended in tragedy.’ She sighed. ‘Sian took me up to see if there was any sign of your friend Meryn at his house,’ she changed the subject.

      Ella sat forward, her elbows on the table. ‘And was there?’

      ‘No.’ Andy took a sip of coffee. ‘What makes him such an expert on the paranormal?’

      ‘What makes anyone an expert on anything?’ Ella thought for a moment. ‘Interest. Study. In the case of the paranormal, I suppose people feel they have a certain facility which is not given to everybody and when your name gets around then you become the local consultant of choice. Meryn claims to be something of an academic. He travels round giving lectures, although as far as I know he isn’t attached to any university. His speciality is Celtic Studies but he also claims to be a spiritual man. Not too long ago a story went round that he was working with some people in the West Country and was involved in some sort of a haunting which involved Jesus’s visit to Glastonbury.’