One story I found fascinating was this:
One winter evening, when a rare snowfall fell gently and covered the ground, a gentleman, an Oxford scholar, walked out of this, the side door of St Mary's Church;
which led him into this narrow laneway;
with a lion's head crest on it. Turning to his right, a few feet away he saw;
this solitary lamppost, glowing in the darkened, snow-covered laneway. The seed of a story was planted.
The story was, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe." The gentleman was C. S. Lewis.