As a child, one photograph in my books on weird history fascinated and unsettled me more than any other. It was the wax effigy of Sarah Hare. Recently, I finally visited Holy Trinity Church at Stow Bardolph to see her for myself. Nearly 300 years after her death, she remains as uncanny as ever. I've written about her remarkable story and what it was like to finally come face to face with the woman who refused to be forgotten. Read more on my blog.















