Celebrity Most Haunted

Teamed with two celebrities, the Most Haunted team investigate Belgrave Hall in Leicester. Joined by Vic Reeves & wife, Nancy Sorrell

Sophie Tweedale writes ....

The clock has struck midnight and the echoes of the 12th chime are still ringing in our ears. If it is possible to cut the atmosphere with a knife in moments of high tension, then this old house is like a cake waiting to be sliced open. We are sitting in a circle in the empty hallway holding hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The darkness encircles us like a blanket and dim ghostly shadows flicker in the moonlight somewhere beyond us. It is not a moment to walk the long corridors alone, nor, as it turns out, a time to challenge the creaking floorboards on the stairs.

Once my eyes are accustomed to the gloom, I dare to raise my head to glance across to Vic Reeves and his glamorous wife, Nancy. They are wide-eyed and very pale. In fact, as the extraordinary events of the next few hours are about to reveal, their sense of appreciation is entirely justified; the possibilities conjured by their nervous imaginations are as nothing compared to the reality they are about to experience. It comes as no surprise when several hours later, in the bravado that comes with the breaking of the dawn, Vic confesses he was actually terrified.

This was not the type of adventure one normally associated with Vic Reeves. He is the comedian who has spent the past decade being hailed as the most original and sharp act since Eric Morecambe, who fronted the phenomenally successful Vic Reeves Big Night Out and Shooting Stars, and whose remarkable personal life has encompassed pretty much everything except macabre encounters in one of the most haunted houses in the land – until now.

His relationship with Nancy follows a marriage to Sarah Vincent, mother of his two children, which took a turn for the worse when Sarah announced she was in a lesbian relationship with her personal trainer. Vic later became engaged to actress Emilia Fox, who broke it off when, she said, he became too difficult to live with. He then moved in with Sarah, whom he’d divorced in 2001, and her girlfriend, before marrying Nancy Sorrell in January. At 28, Nancy, a former dancer and ex-girlfriend of comic Steve Coogan is 16 years his junior.

This may explain why, when a TV company asked him to spend a night in the 15-room Belgrave Hall in Leicester – which, according to legend, has been the meeting point for a motley collection of spirits for the past 300 years – he may have seen it as a refreshing chance to have a quiet night in. What soon becomes clear, however, is that there is a whole other side of Vic, one of which we are about to see to an alarming degree.

The cult TV programme Most Haunted had teamed Vic and Nancy with one of Britain’s most respected paranormal investigators, Derek Acorah, and presenter Yvette Fielding, for a night in the house. To a sceptical public, Derek is just the sort of chap you may be wary of – after all, how many of us really believe in ghosts? How many times have acquaintances related their spooky tales only for us instinctively to reach for a logical explanation? But there is something so coolly confident about Derek that I find it hard to doubt him.

The TV crew accompanying us – tough, blasé and unflappable – immediately open the debate, albeit inadvertently. Even before we begin, it is reported that a spectral sighting in the house has been captured on its closed circuit television. The image, we are told, is of a woman called Margaret Ellis, who died there around 1900. Nonsense, says the house’s curator. He insists it was simply a leaf caught on the lens.

Whatever the truth, it soon becomes clear that Vic is no non-believer. The first indications of his personal interest come when he announces he is here as Jim Moir, his real name. He’s not even bothering to act up for the cameras and is being uncharacteristically shy, moody and even a little difficult – he keeps us waiting nearly two hours while he sits in the pub. There are no wisecracks, none of the extrovert zaniness that has made him a star. He has discarded his trademark suit and tie for combat trousers and a casual shirt. Nancy has not gone quite as far; perhaps determined to take this as another job, she is dressed in a plunging top and figure-hugging jeans.

‘I’m fascinated with the paranormal,’ Vic confides to me as we prepare for the night ahead. ‘I believe in ghosts and I’d like to think I am guarded by a dead relative somewhere along the line. I think my Grandad may be keeping an eye on me because I’ve always felt his presence. It’s as if there is somebody in the room looking at me.’

Vic claims to have had his first spooky experience when he was 16. ‘I once saw a vivid egg shaped mist floating across the patio outside my parents house one night. It wasn’t my imagination – I definitely saw something. I’ve also been using divining rods since I was 12. I do it all the time – just walk around and they’ll go crazy. Then I’ll dig deep and find there is water beneath the ground. I’d like to think there is something out there, something unexplained.’

As the night draws in, a threatening atmosphere seems to envelop the house. Of course none of us mentions it, in case we are scoffed at by the others. We begin touring the rooms at the top floor in the safety of our small group while Derek goes into a trance, summoning up the spirit. Suddenly, Vic jumps as we hear footsteps above us. It’s odd – there are no rooms up there, only roof space. We all look at one another while Vic and Nancy squeeze each other’s hands. ‘I am picking up large amounts of residual energy,’ says Derek, whatever that means. I glance at the TV crew’s sound monitor. The room is completely silent, yet the dials that register sound are flickering off the scale. ‘I can’t explain it,’ says the sound engineer, baffled. ‘There’s nothing for the equipment to pick up.’

Back safely downstairs, Derek calls for the spirits, which he believes are now among us, to make contact. Within minutes, something goes wrong. His face begins to contort, like a scene from the exorcist. He shouts, gesturing as if trying to push someone away. Just as we are trying to work out if he is having us on or not, a guttural, blood-curdling deep voice booms from somewhere deep within him.

No one can make out what he is saying, but whatever it is, it is a cause for chaos. Derek starts to have convulsions and he falls to the floor clutching his neck. If it is make-believe, it’s a superb act. One of the crew notices that he has stopped breathing, and Derek’s wife, Gwen, rushes over in a blind panic. He is hauled into the recovery position and work begins to resuscitate him. Then Vic, sitting on Derek’s right, shows signs of extreme distress.

As everyone falls silent, unsure what to do next, Vic jumps to his feet and rushes past us, scaling two flights of stairs in seconds. His eyes are bulging with rage, staring fixedly at something in front of him. He’s like a man possessed, storming into a bedroom, shaking his fist wildly and cursing at the top of his voice, sweat pouring from his face. I watch as he kicks at cupboards and shakes his fist furiously at something in the room. Its something only he can see but that, disturbingly, we can all feel.

He yells out repeatedly. His voice is not his own – it is a sort of weird growl. ‘Come on out now. I know you are there, I’m going to get you!’ Some of the TV crew run to help, hauling him out of the room, trying to calm him down and jerk him out of his trance. He is given a glass of water and Nancy stands in front if him, open mouthed. ‘Are you all right?’ she asks. ‘Talk to me. Tell me you are all right.’ But Vic isn’t listening. ‘He’s up there and I’ve got to get him.’ Is all he keeps repeating. It is impossible to keep him under control.

Suddenly, he is on the landing. Something or someone that only he can see is up there, causing him to shout, swear and threaten. Eventually, some of the crew bring him back downstairs. Derek, the medium, who has recovered his breath by now, ushers us all outside. ‘No one is to go back in there alone,’ he says, insisting we would be in genuine danger. It is ten minutes before Vic is able to get to his feet. Calmed but still visibly shaken, he is wide-eyed and trembling from the whole experience. His voice faltering, he tries to explain what happened.

‘I just remember touching Derek to see if he was okay, because his convulsions really scared me. Then I felt this massive hot and cold prickly heat all over me and I was physically pushed up the stairs to that room. It was definite force. I can’t explain it, but I just felt so furious. I was swearing at him – it – and telling him to get out, but it was like it wasn’t me, it was someone else in my body.

‘I felt something go into one of the cupboards and I was screaming at it to come out. By now, I had been taken over by this complete fury, total rage. This strange force went into the nursery upstairs… he’s still there now, he’s up on the top landing, having a laugh.’

We are all speechless, trying to make sense of what we have witnessed, and Derek tries to reassure Vic. He says he believes the malevolent force trying to engulf Derek himself was a spirit called Edmund. (The show’s historian later confirms that the house was built by Edmund Cradock, who died shortly after it was finished in 1709.) He then goes onto explain that what we saw was Vic being possessed by the good spirit of Margaret Ellis. Derek says that it was one of the strongest séances he has experienced in his 26 years as a medium, so much so that he refuses to set foot in that house again. He tells us, ‘Believe me, without any good spirits such as Margaret in this house, it would have been blocked up and condemned years ago. As it is, it will have to be cleaned and exorcised.’

We are all reflective about the night’s events, all the sceptical stuffing knocked out of us, and we head back to the shelter of the house’s outbuildings. By now, it is 3:30am. Vic is calming down and, with Nancy as his side comforting him, he is ready to rationalise what has happened to him. But Derek says he is still receiving messages from somewhere out there, and there are still more surprises in store, albeit nice ones.

Derek takes me to one side to say that much earlier in the evening Vic’s dead Grandfather had appeared. ‘I saw him walking behind Vic. I could see him clearly, his whole outline, his rounded face. He seemed like a straightforward, honest man, but I felt there was something almost unsaid or unfinished between Vic and him.’

‘He told me his name was James and he said he loved Vic very much and he wanted him to know he was happy where he was.’ When I informed Vic of this supernatural bombshell, he and Nancy are visibly shocked. ‘For some months now, I’ve felt my Grandad around me,’ says Vic, ‘I’ve been dreaming about him, too, I know he’s always in touch with me and Derek had verified that. I feel him all the time and it’s as if he is at my shoulder wherever I go. I often get prickles up the back of my neck because I know he’s there. I even talk to him.’

Nancy nods in confirmation. ‘It’s true. Vic talking into thin air sometimes. I’ll see him doing it. It chokes us up that Derek is finally saying Vic’s not alone and that what’s happening is real, because sometimes he’s wondered if he is sane.’ She says that Vic was particularly fond of James, a deerstalker-wearing eccentric and the source of much of his inspiration for the surreal world he creates in his comedy act. Derek, though, has more to add. ‘James is with Bill, Nancy’s uncle,’ he says, ‘He’s clasping his head in pain to the side and he seems very lonely.’ Whatever terrors are hurtling through the big house; Derek seems to have conjured up some rather more benign spirits around Vic.

He talks to Vic and Nancy in private, giving the couple food for thought. Nancy says, ‘My Uncle Bill died in controversial circumstances. I won’t say any more, but he had a brain haemorrhage, and they found him alone. It hit me hard, but he told Derek that he wanted our family to know that he still lives with them, and loves them.’

Vic adds, ‘No one could have known that Nancy and I had been talking about building a conservatory at home. But Grandad knew, and he told Derek. He advised us to get the ground sorted out first – apparently there’s something that needs doing. That was weird. Then there was some stuff about my Dad taking medicine for his legs – Derek couldn’t have known that.’

The night’s events have left us raw and shaking. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, something very strange did happen in Belgrave Hall. The TV crew and presenter Yvette are genuinely shocked, Vic and Nancy are in a daze and Derek says he’s never had an experience like this before. Trickery does seem out of the question… it may be TV, but it wasn’t show business in the phoney, glitzy sense.

As we stand in the early light, the dawn chorus stirring in the hedgerows, the haunted house firmly locked and secured, Derek has one last message from beyond the grave. ‘Your Grandad has appeared cradling a baby,’ he tells Vic. ‘That’s a sure sign of impending pregnancy – and he’s telling you something! Nancy will conceive in March, she will know about it in April. It will happen.’ Vic is amazed – and delighted – at the news. Nancy is dumbstruck.

They grasp Derek’s hands and tell them how thankful they are for what he has said – particularly as a counterbalance to the disturbing events of the evening. Tears well up in Vic’s eyes, but he seems more relaxed than he was inside the house. Maybe more ghosts have been laid to rest tonight than the spooks of Belgrave Hall realise.

Leith Hall

James Leith built the first tower of what was to become known as Leith Hall in 1650. Since then subsequent Lairds have added to it so that now it is one of the finest examples of the ‘chateau' style castles in Scotland. It also boasts some of the finest gardens in Scotland within the 113 ha estate. The Hall is also one of the few Scottish castles to stay in the same family as it has been passed from father to son.

The family itself had very strong military connections and the hall was a major stronghold in the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745-1746 with close ties to Bonnie Prince Charlie.

On the eve of the fateful Battle of Cullodon, the Laird, Andrew Hays, was presented with a writing case by the Prince which is still in the museum. The museum also contains the only pardon ever given to a Jacobite by the English after the battle.

In keeping with the Hall's military background, it was converted into an army hospital during The Great War.

Tragedy struck in 1939 when the last two Lairds were killed within four months of each other. It was left to Henrietta Leith-Hays to look after the property until she gave it to The National Trust of Scotland. It has been converted into a museum and is now also open to the public.

There are reportedly many spirits that roam the rooms and corridors, as well as the grounds. The most famous is that of John Leith who was shot in a tavern brawl in Aberdeen. He was allegedly brought to the hall before he died three days later. A figure has been seen walking the stairwell, its head wrapped in a bloody bandage.

Strange apparitions have also been seen in The Leith Bedroom - people have seen children playing or heard their laughter – and the ghost of Henrietta Leith-Hays has been seen roaming the corridors wringing her hands in a state of great melancholy.

RAF East Kirby

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Work started on the construction of the airfield in 1942 and by the middle of 1943 East Kirkby's runways were operational and 57 Squadron, equipped with Lancasters, arrived.

During November 1943, 630 Squadron was formed and also remained at East Kirkby for the duration of the war. The number of servicemen and women stationed at East Kirkby soon exceeded the 2,000 level. East Kirkby's aircraft suffered losses in the Berlin and Nuremberg raids, but its worst night was 21 June 1944 when 11 aircraft were lost in an attack.

Towards the end of the war, in April 1945, a Lancaster caught fire while being bombed up, resulting in a huge explosion which set off further bombs. Four people were killed, six Lancasters totally destroyed, and a further fourteen damaged.

In the post-war period, the airfield was used for trials and for a short time during the mid-1950s it was occupied by United States Air Force. Eventually closing in 1958, the RAF finally disposed of the site in 1970.

In recent years due to the work of Fred and Harold Panton, East Kirkby is now home to the Lincolnshire Aviation Heritage Centre.

Moresby Hall

Overlooking the Cumbrian fells, Moresby Hall has been home to many noble families since the 12th Century - it is the oldest residence in the Copeland borough (West Cumbria) and a Grade I listed building.

The name Moresby is likely to have derived from a connection with a settler (probably called Morisceby, Mawriceby or Moricebi) as early as 1150.

The Moresby family were notorious in the medieval times, and aquired large estates through conquest and marriage.

One of the most famous, Christopher de Moresby, fought at Agincourt and was honoured on the field with other knights by King Henry. Four generations of de Moresby later, Anne, Sir Christopher's great grand-daughter was sole heiress. She married Sir Francis Weston, who was executed by King Henry VIII, along with Queen Anne Boleyn and another of her alleged paramours.

Anne finally sold Moresby Hall to a well-to-do merchant from Cockermouth - William Fletcher.

The Fletchers were also a powerful family and owned Moresby Hall for 250 years. William Fletcher was the son of Henry Fletcher, who entertained Mary, Queen of Scots prior to her imprisonment at Carlisle. The Fletchers arranged for the remodelling of the front facade of the Hall in around 1620.

Edinburgh Vaults

Edinburgh's South Bridge was built in 1785-88 to cross the valley between the High Street and George Square. Beneath the 19 enormous stone arches, a series of floors and walls were constructed to create a series of underground vaults. These were used by local shops and businesses as workshops and storage rooms

They also provided family accommodation – but it was far from luxurious. Groups of ten or more people lived together in small, dark, dank rooms. They had no ventilation and with the stench of fish oil lamps, stale rubbish and the contents of chamber pots emptied into the streets, living conditions must have been almost intolerable.

It wasn't long before the vaults also became the worldly haunt of a collection of the city's rogues, villains, prostitutes – and murderers.

The vaults were sealed off and completely abandoned in 1815 and weren't rediscovered until 1985 - and since then, numerous ghostly sightings and experiences have been reported.

Several people have reported a young boy who pulls at their leg or sleeve and a photograph taken in the vaults seems to show the apparition of a cobbler reclining in a corner as if listening to a tour guide's stories.

Equally mysterious, a radio producer recorded a mysterious voice while making an historical documentary. It is thought the voice is speaking either Scots Gaelic or Irish Gaelic and uttering the words "fad ort", meaning "longing to be away".

An unpleasant gentleman who goes by the name of Mr Boots, due to his high leather boots, has also been seen on several occasions and has been known to push people and whisper obscenities in their ears. Other visitors have experienced cold spots and feelings of unease and discomfort.

Aberglasney House

During the Middle Ages, the area around Aberglasney was the centre for bloody battles, including a particularly violent offensive in 1257. Nearby fields still carry the memories with names such as Cae Tranc (field of vengeance) and Cae'r Ochain (groaning field).

Until the fifteenth century we depend on tradition for our knowledge of the people who owned Aberglasney. From that point onwards the property was sold to a different family roughly at the start of each new century and a strange seesaw pattern of wealth alternating with misfortune emerging.

The documents are missing, but Bishop Rudd is generally thought to have acquired the Aberglasney estate sometime around 1600. The house stayed in the family until 1710 when accumulated debts forced Sir Rice, the Bishop's grandson, to sell the estate to Robert Dyer. His grandson Robert Archer Dyer inherited in 1752 but already Aberglasney was once again draining the family coffers and finally Aberglasney was put up for sale in 1798.

In 1803 Thomas Phillips who died childless in 1824 bought Aberglasney on his retirement. His heirs benefited from his fortune, and his amiable ghost is said to have appeared to a number of gardeners and household staff. His sister's son John Walters, who added a portico to the Queen Anne façade, then took over the estate.

In 1872 heiress Marianne Pryse married a young soldier, Charles Mayhew. Aberglasney was let out during most of their married life, which they spent in Derbyshire, but they moved here on his retirement in 1902 and set about reforming the place and its inhabitants. When the inscrutable Mrs. Mayhew died aged 90 in 1939 the property devolved to Eric Evans who took up residence with his young bride after the war. But Eric Evans died in 1950 aged only 30, and his young sons' trustees decided that the property was not viable economically and should be sold.

Like most big houses, Aberglasney was commandeered for troop occupation during World War 2.

At the sale of 1955 the estate was split up. Several tenant farmers acquired the land they had formerly rented; David Charles, a Carmarthen lawyer, bought the house and farm. It remained unoccupied, and decay that began with damp in Mrs. Mayhew's time accelerated. A further sale took place in 1977, this time fragmenting still further ownership of the house, gardens and farm complex. Vandalism, theft and the elements combined to escalate the collapse of the estate. The dismantling of the portico was the last straw. When it was offered for sale by Christie's the law stepped in: its removal from a listed building constituted an offence. There was a prosecution; the publicity raised the profile of Aberglasney and its fortunes were reversed with its sale to the Aberglasney Restoration Trust in 1995.

Tamworth Castle

Tamworth Castle is a typical Norman motte and bailey castle thought to date from the 1180's. Since then numerous additions and alterations have been made to the Castle by succeeding generations of owners. The oldest surviving section within the Shell-Keep, apart from the Tower itself, is the north wing.

The Banqueting Hall added in the early 15th century, and the Warder's Lodge at the entrance to the Courtyard is Tudor. Unfortunately the Castle was much neglected in the 18th century, but between 1783 and 1811 extensive alterations were made.

There has been some confusion over the identity of the castle's first Lord. There is evidence that it was held by both Robert de Despencer and Robert Marmion. Robert de Despencer evidently left no male heir so either a daughter or a niece married into the Marmion family. But as the name Despencer means Steward it is now believed that they may have been the same person. Marmion had performed the office of Champion to William the Conqueror and the gift of Tamworth Castle required him to render service as Royal Champion to the King of England.

The Marmions held the Castle until 1291 when Philip, the last Baron died. The Castle was granted by Edward I to Sir Alexander de Freville who was the last holder of the Castle to perform the office of Royal Champion.
In 1423 the male line of Freville failed and the Castle passed to Sir Thomas Ferrers of Groby. From the Ferrers, the Castle passed by marriage to the Shirleys of Chartley in 1688, Earls of Northampton in 1715, and finally to the Townshends of Raynham in 1751. In 1897 the Castle was purchased by Tamworth Corporation for the sum for £3000, and was formally opened to the public on the 22nd May 1899.

The Castle was twice threatened with destruction. In 1215 King John sent an armed force to raze it to the ground in revenge for Sir Robert Marmion, the fifth Baron, having sided with the Barons against him. During the Civil War the Castle was held by the Royalists in 1642. The Cromwellian forces captured the Castle in 1643 after a siege lasting two days. Cromwell ordered the Castle's destruction, but, as in King John's time, the threat was not carried out.

The castle is reputedly home to many spirits. The most famed ghosts are known to be the Black Lady and White Lady. The White Lady is said to have been captured and locked in the Tower by the wicked Sir Tarquin. But after a while she fell in love with him and is said to walk the battlements around the castle, weeping over her lover who was slain by Sir Lancelot du Lac, who came to rescue her. Legend has it that the White Lady's ghost can still be seen walking the Battlements and her cries can be heard on the wind....

The Black Lady is allegedly the ghost of a nun called Editha who founded her order in the 9th century; her nuns were said to have been expelled from a nearby Convent by Robert de Marmion. The angry prayers of the nuns were said to have called Editha from her grave. One night in 1139 after a lavish banquet, Marmion was attacked by the ghost of Editha, who prophesied that unless the nuns were restored to Polesworth, the Baron would meet an untimely death. Just before she vanished the spectre hit the Baron on the side with the point of her crosier; the wound was so terrible that Marmion's cries awoke the whole Castle. His pain only ceased when this vow was taken and the nuns returned to Polesworth.

Fitz Manor

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Situated in the heart of rural Shropshire and overlooking the River Severn, Fitz Manor, an Elizabethan Grade II listed building, has a rich and varied history.

The existing building dates from 1450 but the original structure is thought to have been a Saxon Hall. he first written records date from the 12th Century where it was recorded in the Domesday Book. It was also recorded in the Charter of Henry I. The Manor also has a rich ecclesiastical connection; significantly, it has its own church and was once owned by the Bishop of Shrewsbury.

Since the 18th Century the Manor has been in the hands of the Baly family who now run it as a successful bed & breakfast

The Manor itself is a hotbed of spiritual activity. A priest is rumoured to have been crucified in the dining room for being homosexual, and groans and sobs have been heard here.
Additionally, a figure of a lady has been seen many times in the Red bedroom. She is also reputed to haunt the graveyard and church yard. Reputedly, there is a painting found in the attic of a young Victorian lady, who bears an uncanny resemblance to the figure that people have seen on the grounds.

Finally, in the Orange bedroom, people have smelt a strong and pungent tobacco smell even though nobody has been smoking. This is thought to be the ghost of a family member who smoked a distinctive brand of tobacco that he imported himself.

 

Schooner Hotel

The Schooner Hotel is situated in Alnmouth, a small village on the coast of Northumberland. The village lies at the mouth of the river Aln and was once a thriving seaport. It was to this harbour that ships from across the globe would come carrying cargoes of grain and coal. Schooners themselves were fast and handy vessels used for either fishing or trading, mainly with the Baltic States.

As well as a legitimate trading port, it was also a haven for smugglers and vagabonds. Such was the reputation of Alnmouth that John Wesley, the founder of The Methodist Church, commented that it was "a small seaport town famous for its wickedness".

The Hotel itself is a listed 17th Century Coaching Inn and has been the hub of Alnmouth village for the past 300 years. Notable persons who've stayed in the hotel include Charles Dickens, Basil Rathbone, Douglas Bader and even King George III.

The history of the hotel is not well documented but there are many stories of murders, suicides and massacres. There have even been reports of babies being thrown into fires!

Its reputation as place of hauntings is well deserved. It has been twice awarded the award for The Most Haunted Hotel in Great Britain by The Poltergeist Society and is reputed to have over 60 individual ghosts. There have been over 3000 recent sightings in the last few years making it one of the most active sights that the Most Haunted team have investigated.

 

The Muckleburgh Collection

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The Muckleborgh Collection stands on the site of Weybourne Camp, a military installation on the North Norfolk Coast.

The collection itself was started by Berry Savory, a WW II fighter pilot, in 1988. It is the UK's largest collection of military vehicles still in private hands and consists of more than 120 tanks, vehicles and guns. Included in this are working examples of the famous Sherman tank and the Russian T34. The heart of the museum is based in the old Naafi building, the only surviving original structure. The rest of the older military buildings were demolished in 1986.

Weybourne Camp, the site of the collection, was originally used as an Anti-Aircraft Artillery training range. It was the main live firing range for ACK-ACK command during the war. Facing German-occupied Europe during WWII, the Norfolk coastline became a controlled zone by the British forces. This controlled zone extended 10km deep into the North Sea around Norfolk. Weybourne Camp was a vital part of this zone.

Although mainly associated with the war, the area occupied by the camp has a history dating back even further. Norfolk was one of the main landing grounds for Viking raiders, the nearby steeply raked beaches were perfect landing sites for their longships. Continuing the military connection it also has within the grounds a rare example of a WWI pillbox.

The site has a number of reputed hauntings. Lights have been seen over the artillery practice range, footsteps heard and cold spots felt in one of the corridors and mysterious shadows seen in the main hall.

Galleries Of Justice

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Located in middle of Nottingham's Lace Market, the Grade II Georgian listed building is an unique site in the history of the British legal system. It is the only place in the country where you could be arrested, sentenced and executed all in one place.

It has been a court since 1375 and is also where hundreds of prisoners were sentenced to be hanged. This execution took place publicly on the front steps of the building.

The magnificent Victorian Civil Courtroom that now dominates the Galleries dates back to 1887, was used up until 1986 and was the home to many famous libel and divorce cases.

As well as a court of law there has been a gaol here since 1449. The impressive array of cells, corridors and yards that extend around the building were home to both the condemned and to those who were to be deported to Australia. It is only recently that warrens of medieval tunnels were discovered underneath the building.

Today it is an award-winning museum, housing not only the Courtroom and the Gaol but also the largest collection of police memorabilia in the country. Alongside this is the Wolfson Resource Centre, comprising an unrivalled collection of archives of the

the history of war with documents and records dating back to the 1500s. This archive includes the Nuremberg Collection; a scrapbook of records, postcards and letters from the famous trials after WWII collected by the chief judge.