Spiritual Sleuth. Sculptor…

‘Twixt Night and Morn!

The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church.

Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable!

My Lady Brigante?

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A Lady’s musings by candlelight.

‘Twixt Night And Morn.

What Lies Beneath?

The recovery of the bodies of a young mother and her infant from the River Ouse had begun in earnest the previous evening when a passerby had heard of a splashing sound.

The Door to Hell?

As dawn broke one chilly February morning – a local tinsmith walked from his workshop in Fossgate towards the notorious passageway known as Black Horse Passage.

Guest Post: Creepy Cat

Katherine Kerestman was visiting England to research her second macabre travel book. She had not known that she was fated to meet a new friend on her first night in England – THE Lady Brigante.

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A Mourning Walk?

“As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.”


Would you like to enjoy a unique and private stroll far from the maddening crowds through the secret passages and old snickelways of the City of York including a wander along the riverside?

Why not take A Mourning Walk with the Lady Brigante one evening and learn of the long-forgotten dead?

And there will also be the opportunity to learn something of an ancient city’s most infamous ghosts along the walk.

Ticket cost from £55 per person.

And Those Ghosts Return?

‘The lawn is pressed by unseen feet,

And ghosts return

Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn.

The sad intangible, who grieve and yearn…

‘T. S. Elliot

Deep within the confines of a cluttered atelier nestled among the groaning shelves of old paint, baskets of clay, pots of glue, and other strange implements and while contemplated by stuffed corvids and a tattered skull; a restless spirit awaits.

From the most haunted city within an ancient isle – an ineluctable curiosity begins to stir…

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join m’lady for tea?

If you would like to take a peek at the bundles of old documents, burial records, and hear the untold tales of nefarious deeds and suspicious deaths from the exclusive Brigante archives – why not cross the threshold to a twilight world inside a little slice of the web to which the Lady B has since laid claim?

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