Little Ghosts of Newark

Wander

This little ghost hates staying put. She has never had a house with brick walls or a red tile roof and has never wanted one. Her family have always travelled, from weddings to horse fairs to family gatherings. From the mountains to the sea and everywhere in between. This town, bang in the middle of the country with the river running through it and the great forest to the North, is somewhere they have always come back to, but home is the open road and the starry sky above. She follows the trailers when they pack up and go, just as excited for adventure year after year. Nothing makes her so happy as to wander down the narrow country lanes behind the colored wagon so like the one she grew up in. The modern trailers all have electricity now and fitted furniture but this one is her favourite, there aren't many like it still on the road. The old piebald horse whickers softly to her as he plods, it's reassuring to know that he can see her even if no one else can.