Locked and chained shut for over two hundred years, few now living have ever
visited the old North Gate of the Langstonedale Estate. The road leading to it
is overgrown and abandoned, and beyond the locked gates it's said to now
descend into an inescapable morass of quicksand and barren ground, where
another great house once stood. The estate children believe the old road
to be haunted, and even the adults shy away from the final few miles,
beyond Purity's tumbledown cottage, after dark. Once a year, at Beltaine,
Lady Jasmine, acompanied by a few of the household, walks the long
forgotten route and bows her head in memory of what happened here one
cold night in the bitter winter of 1794-95.
Click here to read the story of what happened at the
North Gate, that fateful night two centuries ago.