Strangler’s Tree stood in the paddock behind our house. It was an ordinary looking tree but when the fog descended it took on an eerie countenance.

Which was fortunate for the tree as its name came from the deaths occurring beneath its twisted boughs in the 1890s.

The strangler was my Great Uncle Horace who despite the evidence against him of being discovered with his hands around the necks of Pensive Di and Suzy Vincent on two separate occasions, pleaded his innocence all the way to the gallows.

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