The Ghost Sausage of Devon

This brief, but delightfully offbeat “ghost story” (for lack of a better term) was related by author, paranormal researcher, and photographer J.P.J. Chapman:Many years ago my late father-in-law rented a large farm near Bampton in North Devon. The farm buildings and the dwelling house were situated half way up a steep hill overlooking the River Exe. During a warm summer it was quite nice but with a lingering threat of bitter winds and snow in winter.There was a lane going from the farm to a large moor which was quite 300 feet higher than the tillage. Now, it is well known that large open spaces, devoid of any useful vegetation and situated atop a high hill, frequently possess a bad reputation. Of a summer evening my wife and I frequently took a walk to the moor. It commanded a wonderful view, while the sunsets were a sight to behold.The lane ended at a gate which led into this moor. Quite a while before the events to be related my wife and I frequently remarked that it was an eerie…