Spooky Encounters With Spirited Lovers
By David Ellis
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WESTON Manor, Oxfordshire
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Oxfordshire countryside
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When a romantic English lady named Maude nibbled at her
lover’s ear that his passion “had her aflame,” little did she realise
just how prophetic her words were to be. For Maude, a lady who had lived a somewhat sheltered life, had not plotted her one and only tryst too carefully at all. Still
quite attractive even though some years had passed since her youth,
Maude had never expected to be swept off her feet as she was by a Romeo
who was also of mature years, and coincidentally ready for his first
fling too. But sadly for them in England’s 11th century, ladies –
irrespective of their age – were expected to go through ritualistic
courtships, and to tie the knot before becoming involved in too much
heavy breathing. However Maude and her lover were in no position
to walk the aisle – and when sprung in a somewhat erotic encounter they
had the book thrown at them. To begin with, Maude was a
nun. Secondly, her lover was a monk. And thirdly to make
matters worse, they were caught in the act in what should have been a
very celibate cell in a monastery in Oxfordshire. Maude’s
chauvinistic all-male peers handed out quick punishment. She was burnt
at the stake, while her lover got the better option of being merely
banished to the outside world. But Maude, as the flames licked around her, vowed to return to him after death. And return she did. Over
the centuries the old monastery has changed hands numerous times, and
today is the grand Weston Manor country hotel. And 900 years after her
death guests have sworn to hearing sounds of light footsteps in one
particular, and otherwise empty, corridor – the very one that Maude
once tippy-toed along to meet her lover. And staff say they have
heard a light woman’s steps behind them in the same corridor in the
dead of night… yet when they’ve turned around, the corridor has been
empty but for themselves. Weston Manor is not England’s only
hotel serving as something of a memorial to the love-lorn. At the
George and Dragon in West Wycombe (Buckinghamshire) the sobs of a young
serving maiden murdered 200 years ago are still said to be heard in one
room today. According to legend, some local lads were peeved at
the flighty young lady sharing her affection with not one of their own,
but a commercial traveller who regularly stayed at the George and
Dragon. So one night they waylaid the two and beat her senseless before
the traveller managed to get her to his room, in which she died soon
after. Vowing like Maude to return to live with her lover forever
after, guests today have told of hearing a woman’s sobs in an upstairs
bedroom that staff assure is unoccupied… the very room in which the
young maiden died all those years ago. And a philandering
farmer’s mistress has left her sad memory at the Lion Hotel in
Nyetimber in Sussex. The hotel includes three small cottages that were
built back in 1407, and were used to store smuggled whisky and brandy
that was slipped in through a 1200-metre long tunnel from the coast. As
well as helping himself to the illegal odd nip or three, the farmer
found the tunnel a useful place for also slipping into the arms of a
local wench of his own lustful persuasion. Unfortunately his wife one
night followed him into the tunnel, and discovering what he was up to,
dealt his mistress a stunning right hook. She was carried
semi-conscious to either room 5 or 6 on the hotel’s ground floor, and
swore along the way that she would return to her lover as soon as she
recovered. This so further enraged the farmer’s wife that she dealt
another savage – and this time mortal – whack. The departed
mistress was buried in her best blue silk dress, and today guests at
the Lion have reported seeing a “blue apparition” in those two rooms. One
even signed a statutory declaration that he had been awakened in Room 5
“by a lady dressed in blue standing before me, then she disappeared
right through the wall with no other sound than the rustling of her
blue silk dress.” Even Maude couldn’t top that.
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