For those of you who might not know, I currently live in Norfolk in England (I grew up in Wiltshire, England and spent four years at university in Wales).
Earlier this year one of my close friends came to me with a proposition, to attend a local(ish) ghost hunt at Gressenhall Farm and Workhouse.
Despite being a horror fanatic I’m also sceptical, especially when people want me to believe something and pay them for the privilege. But I pride myself on being as open-minded as I can be, and after the last eighteen months of barely leaving the house, I promised myself I’d take advantage of more opportunities.
So long ramble short, I attended a ghost hunt last weekend.
It was a unique experience and not one that banished my scepticism. It was, however, good fun despite being bloody freezing (what do you expect wandering around a workhouse at 1am in November) but it was dry and still so bonus points.
We got to explore several areas of the workhouse, including the Laundry, the Cottage, a shop that wasn’t a shop (it looks like a shop now because of museums, but back in the day it was a casual worker dormitory), a boardroom and the chapel.
We also got half an hour to wander around independently and that was great, I got some cool pictures of a place I’d normally only see in daylight hours.Continue reading “Gressenhall Farm and Workhouse”