I could not resist taking a look round Trepid Station and must humbly confess that at one point I about jumped out of my skin. I won’t tell you where and why so you, too, can enjoy that shiver of fear without risk that makes such expeditions a delight. I was not frightened by poor Yorick there on the shelf, it was the more active ghosts that bothered me. I was a very chic explorer in the Fitzgerald dress from Cachet a bold enough green to shake the cobwebs out of the attic.