I am not new to this author’s works, having written this once about one of them: “A wonderful reading experience that transcends reading itself and one that will make you inspired as well as sad. Only reading it will justify the experience of so doing.”But having rubbed shoulders with his work heretofore, does not mean that I have yet scratched beyond its surface. And now having been ‘called’ by this book’s aura or deep water undertow, I guess I may scratch further than I need and be about to bite off more than I can chew…CALL OUT“Here was just another creature. Shaped by story and drunken bragging but a creature of flesh and bone, nonetheless.”But is that creature the actual ‘boggart’ or ‘bargest’ in the barn that’s bragged about in these Yorkshire dale parts by the various farmers et al, or is the creature one of the farmers theirselves?A ‘veterinary’ called Malcolm is called out to find out!I need to bank up the old sludge and shit that have cold-baked my mind’s floor to take this book into safer territory with a more pliable channel, I guess. Then turn my back.