From the time we first started talking about going to York, Leeza began talking about going on a Ghost Walk. She is very into ghosts. . .That Saturday night, we met up with a walking tour that took us into the dark streets in search of ghosts and the hidden history of York.
The arrival of our theatrical guide began with the sound of a ringing bell. Poised on top of a step stool, and possessing a powerful voice, there was no problem seeing or hearing him dispite the large size of the crowd.
There was only one way to shake off the chill of the evening following a Ghost Walk. That was to go to a haunted bar - The Golden Fleece. We didn't see any ghosts, but I had a beer named for the legion of Roman Soldier Ghosts that purportedly roam the city.
No comments:
Post a Comment