I love Halloween.
Now it’s not the ghosts and ghouls or witches and wizards. Nor is it the fancy dress parties where I always have to dress up as a skeleton – the fattest skeleton in town may I add. And it’s not the scary movies that hit the screen or the trick or treating. For me, it’s about the history and heritage behind this pagan festival and nothing represents it more to me than a pumpkin (or root vegetable) flickering in a darkened room.
I’m always drawn to a hollowed out pumpkin with a spooky face and the eairy flicker of light that emanates into the outside world. I can generally spot one a mile away and I think that was the point in days of old – a beacon of light to be seen from far away, as far away as the afterlife, that sends out a clear signal to keep away from our village.









