I live in Deptford, South East London, near the river Thames. I spend my days exchanging sarcasms with the local ducks and eating buttered crumpets. I’ve not been published before.
The Fiends in the Furrows: An Anthology of Folk Horror
“Back Along the Old Track”
Maybe spring because the daffodils come out and they are hilarious.
What drew you to Folk Horror?
The Folk and the Horror.
What does Folk Horror mean to you? How would you describe it to someone?
A potent mix of tradition, ritual, closed communities, and an unholy relationship with the land.
What is the most Folk Horror thing you’ve seen/encountered in your community?
It may be inner London, but Deptford likes to do its bit. On May 1st some of the locals dress up in leaves and antlers and process around the ancient boundaries beating drums. They finish the parade at St Nicolas Church, which has two enormous skulls decorating its gateposts. I watch from my window and do not venture out.
What writing projects do you have next?
More scary stories, perhaps a novel. A short novel.