Harry Flint is tired of his boring life, being history teacher to a bunch of ungrateful twelve year olds who ask why they should be studying the past, and his failed marriage to barrister Serena. He wants new start, a beautiful beginning, rather than a happy ending. His interests range from history to genealogy to lives of saints. He wants to trace his family history, so far he is stuck on Merrily Flint, he can’t seem to go further back beyond Merrily. Harry buys a cottage on the banks of a chalk stream, the river Itchen Parva. Little does he know that his family history was made on the banks of this same river, and that a connection is about to be forged between him and his next-door neighbor Alexandria Overton and her daughter Anne, a connection which goes back centuries. He also discovers that his friend and fellow teacher, Rick Palfrey’s ancestors too lived on this land. But who is the lady in white Anne sights in Harry’s home, what is she carrying, and why is there an icy draught in his cottage in June? And is Sir Marcus Carew of dubious descent or is he really related to Sir Thomas Carew of the 1800s?
Though the name of the book says ‘haunting’, this book does not haunt in the stereotypical way with gaudy screams, ghosts with OTT make-up and doors banging. In this haunting, the past gets too close to the future and shapes the lives of all those who are associated with it. As Harry says, we need to learn about the past because the past shapes the present, which in turn shapes the future. Written in beautiful language, with the narrative switching between 1816 and 2010, The Haunting stays with you, and haunts you.