Thursday, 9 September 2010

Lindisfarne, Northumberland - Castle, tidal Island, priory



LOCATION: HOLY ISLAND, NORTHUMBERLAND
LINDISFARNE PRIORY
NUMBER OF GHOSTS 3
ST CUTHBERT
SPECTRAL PROCESSION OF MONKS
LONE MONK


Fantastic and picturesque location, be prepared to walk a short distance from the carpark. Entry into the castle and  priory is not free. Dont forget to pay the Lindisfarne mead shop a visit.

Plas Mawr, North Wales - Hall, house, manor, mansion


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Plas Mawr,  'The Great Hall' Conwy in Wales. The building wasn't hard to find, a gorgeous Tudor house built by Sir Robert Wynn (1576 1585) possibly the finest in Britain now owned by CADW who refused to give out any information regarding said ghostly inhabitants.

The story goes that, Sir Robert Wynn was away abroad fighting in a war and was due home anytime, his wife and young son waited for his return. They would repeatedly climb up the steps to the watch tower to see if he had returned home. With no sign of Wynn, they descended the precarious steep stairs again and again in the cold with a howling wind gusting around them.   
Still holding on to her sons hand, she missed a step and lost her footing, they both fell all the way to the bottom.

Plas Mawr
One of the male servants heard a commotion and went to investigate only to find his mistress and son badly injured. The family doctor could not be raised so a passing doctor came to their assistance but the young doctor didn't know what to do and shouted for a more experienced doctor, the servants refused to help and locked him in the lantern room with his patients. Wynns wife and child had died, stone cold Dr Dic panicked when he heard that Wynn had arrive at the house and there was no where to hide.
Plas Mawr, Aberconwy - geograph.org.uk - 218747
Wynn was distraught and was gunning for the young Dr but he had strangely disappeared in a room with no windows. Wynn searched and searched, pacing backwards and forwards with great dispair. Frustrated, he couldnt find the Dr and couldn't cope with his loss, so he stuck a dagger into his own neck and killed himself.

Nobody new where Dr Dic had gone, people say that he may have crawled into the chimney space, but he was never found. Such a mystery!

Footsteps are sometimes heard pacing the lantern room in the dead of night, it is believed to be that of  Sir Robert Wynn, maybe his spirit still roams the house, presumably still looking for Dr. Dic.

Newland Village, Gloucestershire


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In this quiet historic village of Newland, you fail to miss the very tall skyscraperesque church that looks just like a cathedral that looms out of the trees.  Funnily enough it is called the 'Cathedral of the country' the plaque on the walls says 'this church was built in 1200.    

Newland village is situated on the east side of the river Wye south-east of Monmouth. Opposite the church there is a road occupied by a row of almshouses where the local paupers lived, to purchase one of these today would be very costly indeed.

Whilst taking these photos, I leant on a gravestone to get the angle, as I did I sensed someone stood right behind me, thinking it was my other half I dismissed it until I turned round to find NO ONE WAS THERE !! 

Newland is haunted by spectres from the civil war; Cavaliers have been seen in and around the village.  There are claims that they haunt the village pub, but the owners haven't seen any ghosts.  A ghostly coach with a beautiful lady peering anxiously out of the window has been seen dashing through the village.    On the Newland road lies Swan Pool, created to provide power for the iron smelting funaces in the village. It is said that the cries of a child have been heard here, and the figure of a woman with a baby in her arms emerges from the water, covered with slime and dripping weeds. A large black dog then rushes out of the lime kilns in the wood, circles the pond once, then slinks back to its lair.

Shibden Hall, Halifax, West Yorkshire



Anne Lister, 1791-1840, a Yorkshire landowner, industrialist, traveller and diarist. She was a lesbian, who, despite needing to keep her orientation secret from society at large, in private defied the conventions of her times by living with her female lover.

Anne kept a detailed account of her life, her loves and her emotions in a fascinating and painfully honest 4,000,000-word journal. A sizeable portion was written in code, and the recent deciphering of the diaries provides an astonishing insight into the life of the woman who has been called Britain's first modern lesbian.

After following Captain Slow in the car for what seemed like an eternity, we eventually arrived at our destination.  Shibden Hall in Halifax, West Yorkshire a 600 year old Tudor house. The hall was built in 1420 but its location goes much further back in time.  I spent the majority of my time alone with tripod and camera in hand set on automatic timer and left to wander both the grounds and the house as Richard went off with the dog, bird spotting Kingfishers at the halls reed pond.

Admiring the beauty of the house and its grounds in the autumn season, I took a couple of high dynamic photographs then ventured into the house. I was told that I had timed my arrival well, as a large and very noisy school party milled around the outside gate, so thanks to Captain Slow it was well orchestrated.

Walking through the kitchen I saw three ladies wearing period clothing, I approached a lady in a black dress and asked if I could take a photo of her, which she kindly agreed and posed for me by the fire in the main room.

The house felt warm and comfortable, lived in in-fact.  After a brief walk around downstairs I went up on to the mezzanine level and looked down, it was a wonderful place and I had it all to myself! Unable to contain my excitement no longer and feeling like a child in a sweet shop, I walked along the first floor corridor in search of the ‘Red Room’ where the spirit of Anne Walker is said to reside. Not quite red, but more of a dirty brown colour, I found the room.

The story goes that Anne Walker who Anne Lister left Shibden hall to after her death in Russia of a fever, was neurotic, paranoid and surrounded by rotting food, Anne complained that gangs of men were outside her window and she constantly complained that they were out to get her with guns, whether or not there were men lurking in the shadows outside her window remains to be seen, but she was confined in Dr Belcombe's asylum.

I stood for a while in the red room, asking out to any who were interested, asking patiently into the quiet, listening, waiting………..nothing.  I entered each room repeating the process, again, nothing.  I accepted at this point that nothing  remotely paranormal was going to  happen whilst I was there.

As for the alleged paranormal activity, people have often smelled tobacco and lavender , these seem to be the most common olfactory manifestations reported.  Staff have seen odd things out of the corner of their eyes, a black cloaked shape was seen by an attendant back in 2007 as he was opening a gate one morning and frightened him badly.  Also groans, footsteps, creaking noises and voices are occasionally heard in the building. The hall is very creaky though as you walk around.

As I was leaving I was reminded to pay the 17th century barn a visit, I am glad I did, it was like stepping back in time seeing all the old vehicles, which consisted of horse drawn carriages, a rickshaw, early bicycle, Romany carriage  and a horse drawn hearse!

To me the hall had a good feeling about it, I’m still digging for 600 years worth of paranormal history.

I hope that one day I may get the chance to wander around the hall in the dead of night!

Kelvedon Hatch Secret Nuclear Bunker, Essex - Underground, shelter, tunnels, offices




Our visit to Kelvedon Hatch was unplanned, we had found out about it by chance in a leaflet in a tourist information hut. My other half is a bit of a military history buff and persuaded me to take a trip there even though it was an 80 mile round trip from Cambridge, but it was well worth the journey! We were lucky enough to visit when the bunker when it was devoid of all visitors, we had the place all to ourselves. I had no idea that there was a paranormal interest with the place. When we reached the end, in the canteen area at the exit, we saw posters for some up and coming paranormal events.

Nestled deep in the Essex countryside and screened by thick woodland is an un-assuming little cottage or so it seemed from the outside.  But inside this fake façade was once one of the most important government military command centres in the whole of Britain.  It hides a labyrinth of rooms uncased in 10 feet thick reinforced concrete and goes to a depth of 100 feet underground.  It is where military commanders would have run their secret operations in the event of an imminent nuclear attack.  Not even the local villages new about this top secret hideout. This tactical control centre would house over 600 personnel including the prime minister of the time, who was involved in organising a survival plan for the civilian population in the aftermath of a nuclear war.  The bunker is relatively new (1950's)  there has been reported paranormal activity within its walls although there hasn't been any terrible incidents except for one,  it is rumoured that a workman accidentally fell into the 'constantly poured' concrete whilst working, apparently his body was never recovered but his spirit may still be about.

How on earth would we find a secret bunker in the middle of the Essex countryside? Fortunately it was signposted all the way. We took the A128 road past Chipping Ongar, then we drove down this long winding narrow track road past ploughed fields and hedgerows, then I spotted a mast and a 4 minute warning siren, we had reach our destination. We then continued to follow the signs through the woods on foot to the bungalow.  The house looked like a typical brick cottage bungalow, although the large surveillance cameras that were strategically placed on each corner of the roof was a dead give-away to the fact that this was no ordinary cottage.

We needed a permit to take photographs inside but I didn't get one.

We had to use the wands to hear the commentary as we walked round, but they reminded me of 1980's mobile phones, big and heavy! Following the route and punching the numbers in on the wand, we walked round taking in the information.  We seemed to have the whole place to ourselves which was great! The entrance corridor was a little spooky and it had a strange smell to it. We walked around each area with interest and I was intrigued at the technology that was used only 20 years ago, teletext printers, old computers and strange gadgets and devices I'd never seen before, it just reminded me of the 1980's film 'war games'.  Back then this technology would have been state of the art, but now it didn't look at all futuristic.

This bunker was like a concrete tomb, I tried to imagine myself as one of the personnel working in there, it would have been a rotten place to work and live, you hoped that you got along with your co-workers!  The living quarters were very basic, the beds in the dormitories were very close together and you would get out of your warm bed and the next person would climb in after you! Fortunately the cold war bunker wasn't used for its intended purpose.

On the top floor of the bunker we headed into the sick bay, equipped with its own make-shift operating theatre and wards.  On display was a light-box x-ray, next to it was a coffin, body bags and boxes for holding corpses. It was all very interesting and not scary..... We then walked through a narrow room which was a make-shift ward, there was a partitioned off room at the end of it with a TV playing to itself at the other end, we then walked back the way we came.  Then something weird happened, there was an over-whelming feeling of oppression and anxiety and  a feeling like we were been watched, we hadn't felt this way anywhere else in the bunker.  My partner complained that the hairs on the back of his neck were stood up on end and I was really jumpy, at one point I flinched and jumped a mile when a voice came over the tannoy, it was absolutely awful in there and I couldn't wait to get out!

Looking at the coffin and body bag, didn't bother us at all.  I don't know the reason why we were feeling this oppression, I suggested to my partner that it may be because we were directly under the electricity transmitter as the sick bay is on the top floor...maybe some weird EMFs or some odd pressure sensation. As I said at the beginning, I didn't know anything about this location, so wasn't influenced by any previous suggestions regarding paranormal experiences.

This was a particularly interesting and unusual location, I'm sceptical that it's haunted, but there certainly is a strange atmosphere about the place.



What is a ghost??

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

York Castle Prison

It was once the location of one of the largest and most remarkable buildings in York's history existed for almost exactly a century before being comprehensively demolished.
It was a new prison on the Castle site, built to cope with increasing numbers of felons. This building was so dominant that it effectively turned York Castle into York Prison.
The scale of it can be judged from plans and photos, and also from the fact that it took ten years to build, between 1825 and 1835. There was a huge new wall in a dark millstone put up so that the whole Castle Site, including Clifford's Tower, was enclosed and cut off from the city. The ancient North gate was demolished and a single new gate was built in the North West corner.
From the air, the most remarkable feature was the four prison blocks that radiated like the spokes of a wheel. At the hub was the new governor's residence.
The building only functioned as intended until 1900, after which it became a military detention centre for about 30 years before finally being closed and demolished by the City Council in 1934.

'Top' is a picture I have put together to show of the existence of the jail in relation to the the modern day car park....so...if you ever visit York and park up here, remember you might be sharing your space with a spectral inmate.