Well I've got myself here, I'm in Cornwall one of the most haunted places in the country. I'm at Whitesand Bay, 1 mile north of Lands End along some perilous minor roads off the A30.

I'm on my own in this remote spot. About this place is a rocky coastline and out to sea a beautiful yellowy golden sunset. There is the hint of a northerly wind and daylight now fading makes it an ideal place to tell the tale of Jan Tregeagle's soul, doomed to torment for the sins he committed during his life.

You'll forgive me a minute while I take a bite out of this lovely looking Cornish pasty and a drink from my thermos flask of tea. Delicious.

Tregeagle was an unpopular local magistrate at about the time of early 1600. Stern and not liked he managed to use his position to build a considerable fortune. When he died his body was interned at St Breock's churchyard and stories soon built up about his terrible past ways.

Now, it came to pass that Tregeagle was summoned from the grave to be witness against a debtor at Bodmin Court, and once raised his spirit could no longer be laid to rest. The Priests and exorcists had no success in their rituals so decided to set Tregeagle tasks, impossible tasks so that his soul would be safe from the Devil. So Tregeagle was set a task of weaving ropes from sand at Gwenvor Cove and there he remains in a continuous struggle to this day.

When the autumn gales blow from a northerly direction to destroy his work Tregeagle's soul cries in desperation, anguish and rage that can be heard today reverberating across Whitesand Bay.