The Crown public house in Middlebrough is currently closed. The building dates from 1923 and was originally a cinema before becoming a Bingo Hall and pub.
The Swatter’s Carr is a Weatherspoons public house that opened in 2011. Having previously been known as The Tavern, the House, Hogshead, The Empire or Empire Hotel, it has now reverted to back its name on the 1891 census. The name Swatter’s Carr was possibly taken from a farmhouse dating from the 17th century that stood in the vacinity.
The church of St. Nicholas is a Grade II listed building dating from the 15th or 16th century, though it was extensively rebuilt or restored in the 18th century and early 20th century. Joining the church to the South are the ruins of Guisborough Priory which was dedicated to St Mary.
The Central Library (or Carnegie Library) was Middlesbrough’s first purpose built public library and it was opened on 8 May 1912 by Alderman Amos Hinton (Born in Tring 1844 – Died 1919). There are now rumors that this building is haunted and one of the rooms is referred to as The Ghost Room.
Well, anyone that knows me knows that pubs and ghosts are two of my favourite things so luckily this book on Ghost Taverns of the North East handily combines the two.
The Worm of Sexhow, according to ‘Yorkshire Legends and Traditions’ by Rev Thomas Parkinson (1888): ’Sexhow is a small hamlet or township in the parish of Rudby, some four miles from the town of Stokesley, in Cleveland. Upon a round knoll at this place a most pestilent dragon, or worm, took up its abode; whence it came, or what was its origin, no one knew.
Writing in 1888, Rev Thomas Parkinson in his ‘Yorkshire Legends and Traditions’ gives the following account of the death of the Handale Serpent. ‘In ancient times these quiet woods were infested by a huge serpent, possessed of most singular fascinating powers, which used to beguile young damsels from the paths of truth and duty, and afterwards feed on their dainty limbs.
At 2.00 am, one morning in 1963, Mrs Pamela Iredale, her brother Barry Gardner and her nine-month baby fled their terraced house in Alfred Street, Redcar.
Mrs Iredale said, quote: "I just couldn’t stand it any longer.. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but I wouldn’t spend another night in that house for a fortune.