The Orrel (meaning entrance) is over 300 years old. It was possibly originally the Church House and the church would have stored their ale here.
A mon about 5ft 7″ in a dark blue suit (although some say he is in the nuddy) possibly frum the 1700s stands at the back of the shop. He appears for a couple of minutes, never speaks and you can only ever see the front of him, it’s as though he has bin sliced in half (half the mon he used to be), he then slowly disappears surrounded by a grey blue light. Staff feel that he is checking on their work, Joyce Jackson has felt his hand on her shoulder and her then 17 year old granddaughter has also seen him.
Now why has the owd mon bin sliced in half I hear you ask. Pure speculation but it is thought that the graveyard used to extend halfway across the road in Fish Street and during the excavations at least six headstones had to be removed, the poor fellow may have bin cut in two. Some say that any bones that were excavated were used as hardcore and if that is true it inna any wonder that we have restless spirits. A white stone outside the building marks the original church boundary.
Pop in tomorrow if you can when we pop back to Pride Hill, oh! and dunna have nightmares.