As I mentioned in a previous post, when I visited Nottingham I stayed next to a ruined haunted church. I spent two lovely morning, bell, book and camera in hand exploring the roofless edifice in search of lost souls.
The silent stones are walled off from the hotel and road and the atmosphere is quiet and still. Ivy covers the masonry. There are signs of human activity here and there. A custodian obviously mows the grass in the graveyard and someone had lit tea light candles, the remains of which were still sitting in niches in the door jambs.
A woman in white allegedly haunts the ruin. It would appear she is not too lonely as the specter of a man has been seen at the altar. There are also ghosts in the nearby woods and in the neighboring hall itself.