Back in the early 1970s I knew the old guide at the Curfew Tower of Windsor Castle. He was called George Hudson. From around the ages of 13 - 16 I used to help him with the second floor of the Tower itself as an unofficial guide. The history of this building was surprisingly interesting, and quite often tourists would miss out on not visiting it. Among other things, it is the home of the "small" dungeons where beehive shaped stone cells can still be seen. One poor prisoner tried to make a hole in one of them but was unfortunately caught as he emerged through the guard room of the Curfew Tower. Nowadays, the dungeons are used for social occasions! What follows is a listed, and "potted" description of the Curfew Tower. Here, I am largely relying on memory. I may check for accuracy at some later date... The Guard Room/The "First Floor" (excluding the dungeons which could be seen as being the "basement"). This was also the place where the ...
From the year 1990 I have lived in Slough, and know its roads, and shops very well....The High Street has been my special haunt, and on occasion I have whistled many a tune!! Apart from the Wikipedia link, and the two pics below I have decided to reproduce an article on Slough which presents a positive image of itself... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slough The blogger 2019 in Slough..... From Mars Bars to Thunderbirds: Eight things Slough gave the world By Adam Whitty BBC News 14 September 2018 Image caption ...
A long time ago, I saw a ghost of a Victorian Vagrant in my bedroom as a child at my Windsor home. The following is from The Realization of the Psychic, and is followed by an article on Windsor Ghosts in general... Ghosts have been reported all over the world. Evidence seems to suggest that most of them are probably replays of minor, or major happenings of the past.Usually, they are of a tragic nature. Strong negative emotions seem to impose themselves most easily onto the ether unlike positive uplifting ones. My own personal experience occured in around 1968 in a house which had just been built in Windsor, Berkshire. I awoke one night, and felt an unnatural clammy coldness even though it was very still summer night. At the bottom of my bed I saw the form of a man dressed in Victorian garb (a "vagrant"). He looked perfectly solid. I froze with terror, and just stared at him. The "phantom" or whatever it was merely stood totally stationary for a short while. ...
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