Well, the nights are drawing in; it’s getting cold, and, now and again, a wind kicks up that threatens to blow me off my plinth. I can feel something strange in the air. In the dead of night, I’m sure I can hear howling in the distance. We’re getting close to Halloween, so I reckon there’ll be some beasties around soon. The creatures of the night will be gathering in the nooks and crannies of Old Market Square – scuttling on the rooftops and slithering down alleyways...More...