Behold Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem!
It’s the oldest pub in Nottingham, and it also lays claim to being the oldest pub in England.
The oldest “inn”, in any case. I referred to it as a “pub” because I didn’t like the look of the sentence “the oldest inn in England”.
Notice it has a longsword attached to its front.
I’d like to pretend that the figures in the foreground, all of whom are strangers to me, were not there at the time the photo was taken. The problem is, they look a little too glamorous to be ghosts.
Except, perhaps, the young man to the bottom right. He looks like a teenager who was hit by a car whilst running across the road to see the girl in the middle. Now his spirit will follow her forever more. The twist to the tragic tale is that he remains as invisible to her in death as he was in life.
No, these guys aren’t ghosts, but the place is full of them. Full of ghosts, and all manner of interesting things.