I WALK AROUND LONDON AT MIDNIGHT – WITH MY FATHER'S GHOST FOR COMPANY

The magic takes hold as soon as I step into All Hallows by the Tower churchyard. It’s gone midnight and at first I look right towards one of the City of London’s oldest churches. Then I turn left, with a coldness trickling down my spine as I stare deep into my own past. My father, nearly 20 years dead now, used to take me on both day and nighttime jaunts through London. A thin, stylish East E...