Scary shadows My shadow on a sunny day when standing clear of any tree starts at my feet and makes a shape of black that looks a bit like me. But when it’s dark a table-lamp will cast a shadow on the wall. And down the hall the shape it forms will hardly look like me at all.

The shadow from a light close-by creates a kind of monster shape. That slithers round the walls and doors like vampires in their long black capes. When lights are dim the shapes look weird. We conjure-up all kinds of gloom. There are no monsters, vampires, ghosts. It’s just the shadows in the room