Cwm Garon by L T C Rolt
The Classic Ghost Stories Podcast
Tony Walker
4.9 • 835 Ratings
🗓️ 30 January 2026
⏱️ 76 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Everybody dies, don't think? |
| 0:10.5 | Everybody come back. |
| 0:12.6 | Isn't that so? |
| 0:14.4 | You tried to get into the locked drawer today, didn't you? |
| 0:17.4 | How do the dead come back, mother? |
| 0:20.0 | What's the secret? |
| 0:23.1 | Kumgaron by LTC wrote. |
| 0:27.4 | After a long winter spent in the fog and grime of London, |
| 0:31.9 | this Welsh borderland was balm to the eye. |
| 0:35.6 | Spring had only just touched the soot-blackened trees in the squares with |
| 0:39.9 | lightest film of green, but here she had already run riot, dressing the whole countryside in |
| 0:46.1 | fresh splendour. So thought John Carfax, as the labouring branch-line train bore him slowly over the last stage of his long journey to Wales. |
| 0:57.3 | The map lay disregarded on his knee as he watched the moving panorama of hills stippled with |
| 1:02.9 | April cloud shadows, of neat farms buried in the white mist of fruit orchards, and of rich meadows |
| 1:09.7 | dotted with sheep or the red cattle of Herefordshire. |
| 1:13.5 | He was in that mood of exhilaration and heightened perception which only a well-earned and long-awaited |
| 1:18.6 | holiday in new surroundings can awaken, and he sniffed delightedly at the limpid air, crystal-like |
| 1:25.6 | as spring water, yet somehow filled with unidentifiable sweetness, |
| 1:31.5 | which blew in through the open window. He was alone in the compartment now, but it had evidently |
| 1:37.0 | been market day in the town where he had left, the London Express, for the little train |
| 1:42.3 | standing at the bay platform had been filled with country folk. |
| 1:45.9 | Black gated farmers and their plump basket-laden wives had all gone. But still he seemed to |
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