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 | | It was not safe to visit Robin Hood’s Grave in daylight hours — gamekeepers prowled the woods of Kirklees, shotguns at the ready for the apprehension of those who sought to visit the famous — or was it infamous — last resting place of England’s greatest and most beloved hero. |
 | | Robin’s grave was in the same deplorable state as I last remembered it, all green, mouldering, tumbled stones and rusted, twisted railings. |
 | | Perhaps too, the spirit of Dame Mary Startin, the prioress who bled Robin to death, glides among the phantom company of the Three Nuns Inn, reaching out with her cold hands to touch the unsuspecting bar staff, or moving things from their places, making them vanish
..This is no Blair Witch hoax. |
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