Well, here we are again. The staff and students have returned from (what may appear to some of you) the long summer holiday. I can assure you that, whilst we are keen for our students to enjoy their time with us, studying at Crepuscular Academy can be taxing on the mind, body and, indeed, the spirit. As such our extra long break away from the old place is entirely necessary.

But back we are, and to start off the new school year I have decided to embrace the imminent season and tell a tale that deals with witchcraft and such shenanigans.

With kindest regards,

Dr James Archipelago Longshadow

My Miscellany of the Uncanny returns, following an impromptu (but necessary) expedition to the Antarctic.

My eighth tale considers the risk of souvenir hunting when on holiday.

Welcome once again to Crepuscular Academy. I am Dr James Archipelago Longshadow, and it is my privilege to be the headmaster of this esteemed establishment. It is still the half term holiday here and as such all the pupils have gone home and the staff have been sent away for much earned rest. I myself spent a few days in contemplation on a beach of my acquaintance, however I am never truly at ease when I am away from this place. After all it has been my home, man and boy, for longer than I know…or truly understand. And so I have returned to enjoy a period of peace and relative quiet. I say relative quiet because on occasion this week I have become aware of footsteps coming from the rooms at the top of the school. These rooms are unused, and indeed off limits to the pupils. This phenomenon will, I fear, require some investigation. However, I am not afraid to admit that I am loathe to climb the stairs on my own. I shall wait. Normally, I would be entertaining the pupils with a tale at this time. If you don’t mind indulging me I shall share this weeks tale with you. Perhaps, I shall feel less alone...if I am alone.

Welcome once again to our weekly gathering. I thought it would be of some small interest were I to share some information about Crepuscular Academy. As such in this week's recording I make reference to our interesting school grounds, interesting because they refuse to settle into any form of permanence. Whether this is a result of the more esoteric experiments carried out in our physics department or whether it is an attribute inherent in the land upon which the academy is built is open to debate and investigation. Whatever the cause it does mean that the view from my study window is never staid or predictable and it also means that our Geography field trips are thoroughly entertaining. In the staff-room we often run a sweepstakes as to how long the latest excursion will take to get home. I believe the longest a group has been lost is three weeks. Yes, I seem to recall it was form 5R. They came staggering back through the orchard with tales of crossing deserts and ferocious sea journeys. Ah happy days.

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Until next time

Good night

Dr J.A. Archipelago

It is always pleasant to see past pupils here at Crepuscular Academy. However, it is not so pleasing to see passed pupils. This week we were somewhat troubled by just such a poor lost soul. Fortunately, the disruption to our studies was relatively short-lived as the redoubtable Professor Merrin took it upon himself to use a slightly disturbing ritual he had picked up in Norway to guide the interloper back onto its rightful plane of existence.

Here then is the latest recording of our regular end of week get together to share a hot chocolate, a biscuit and, I would hope, the most important aspect...a story.

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Some of the older pupils have now, in their own words, set me up on Insta...by which I take it they mean that I now have a social media presence.

What a time to be alive!

Until next time.

Dr J.A. Longshadow