Beneath the Sheets; Vengeful Exploits - Monochrome Edition

“The ancient walls built to surround and fortify the city of York had declined into almost ruins half a century ago. Some were of the opinion that the more derelict parts should be demolished as they caused both a hindrance to transportation and access routes and were a general eyesore.

For centuries archers, crossbowmen and later gunners had patrolled the walls, fending off rebels of all genres. They threw down stones and even boiling pitch to drive back invaders of evil intent, and perceived all Scots to be Jacobites and of threat to the city.

With the ardent support of the local gentry and, promoted vehemently by the artist Mr William Etty, a strong and influential committee was formed with a contrary notion to not only restore but further enhance the walls’ former glory, allowing a pleasant walkway whence one could stroll and take in the magnificent views it provided.

Robin Hood tower, formerly known as the Frost Tower possibly due to its northern facing exposure, is situated at the corner of Lord Mayor’s Walk (formally Goose Lane) and Gillygate - a mere two minutes’ walk from my city residence off Gillygate which is built on the site of what was the paupers’ graveyard of the now demolished St Giles church nearby. Work began in 1888 to revitalise this derelict gun emplacement as the tower provided a wonderful seating area for taking in the breathtaking view of the minster and, by happenstance, a secluded spot for young courting couples in its shadow.

Here our story takes a darker vein involving the dangerous spirit “Douglas” whom I had previously encountered at Monk Bar. My suspicions were aroused on seeing parts of the newly constructed tower dislodged and lying on the ground near to the courting couples below. This was an occurrence unlikely to come about without sabotage due to the superb craftsmanship offered by the city’s world-renowned stonemasons and, indeed, whilst lying in wait on the battlements I observed “Douglas” the Scottish spirit, seemingly beating the walls to loosen them. As I pointed my clockwork lantern in the direction of the tower, angry voices could be heard as the courting couples believed it was they who were the subject of my interest and not the ghost above them. I made a swift departure to my city dwelling to avoid any further misunderstanding.

I strongly suspect that Douglas was one of the scoundrels or Jacobites struck by a bolt from a crossbow at this very site. Perhaps left buried where he fell at the foot of the tower, the recent renovation work had disturbed his peace in the afterlife and initiated his vengeful exploits.”