In a striking contrast to the Elizabethan grandeur of Burton Agnes Hall last Saturday I was roaming deserted rooms in secret parts of Lancaster Station in search of ghosts. This was, as you may well have guessed, organised by Robert Williams. We were a small but well equipped group, with laser temperature gauges, devices to detect electro magnetic field and audio and video recording equipment. Did we see any ghosts? No. Did we find the slightest sign of paranormal activity? No. But the building was extraordinary, built to reflect the style of the castle in whose shadow it lies.
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