England: Ironbridge

If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be in Ironbridge, England. It’s a small village nestled on the banks of the Severn River, known for being the birthplace of the industrial revolution and, well, the first iron bridge.

The bridge was built roughly between 1779-1783. There's a toll house on one side (a setting for a future story of mine) and a hotel at the other end. The Tontine Hotel is apparently haunted by several ghosts, most notably in room number 5 (the farthest window on the right at the top). But I didn't see any when I looked in the window.

St. Luke's church was built in 1837. Later on a stairway was dug beneath the graveyard. Apparently that's haunted as well, but again, I didn't see anything paranormal . . . except for God's handiwork in the sky. I think it's a sign that I should move here.

As part of my research on the town, I went on a ghost walk tonight, so that's why all the spooky story business. I just might incorporate a creepy tale or two when I write my next book set here.