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Ghost hunting in Scarborough - Memories of a small English town
I stood right at the edge of a wall high up in a tower in Scarborough Castle, looked down and realised that this was the England I knew from the books; dreamy, historic and beautiful. In 1066, the town was plundered and burnt to the ground by the armies of Norweigian King Harald Hardada and Tosig, the brother of Harold of Wessex. As a result, thousands of inhabitants were brutally murdered; thrown over the very walls that I was now standing near. It wasn’t until the late 12th century that the town picked up the pieces of this gruesome past and built the castle. Over the years, the present day town grew, making the castle an epicenter of its history. Perhaps its true; the ghosts of its distant past, continue to live and breathe with the present.
What I do know, however, is that this view will remain in my memory forever.