When the Old Gaol was opposite, this building was the police house.
At the end o’the 1800s a policemon, who was possibly racked with guilt after an innocent mon that he’d arrested was executed, went down into the basement and sadly took his own life by hanging himself. As if this tale inna sad enough it would appear that the poor mon may have changed his mind at the last minute as he was found with his fingers inside the noose, a desperate but sadly futile attempt to save the rope frum tightening around his neck.
He has since bin seen on several occasions hanging in his uniform, sometimes only his yed and the upper part of his body. For a while it was a restaurant and staff regularly saw the poor mon in the basement.
Pop in tomorrow if you can when we will pop around the corner. oh! and dunna have nightmares.