We heard grisly tales of the poor unfortunates who spent years locked inside its forbidding walls, with seemingly nothing better to do than carve Tudor graffitti into the soft walls that remains to this day. The Ravens regarded us with quizzical eye - these hoardes of marauding tourists gawping and staring. I think that if anyone knows where the ghosts hang out, it's these noble creatures.
So, today I was at work and, as befits someone of my stature and reputation, it seemed only right that I dress in appropriate work attire...
Joining in with Natasha May's Halloween party here.