I remember back in the 1950's when I was at Beauvale Junior school and a classmate invited me to tea.He lived in the Watnall Lodge which is at the entrance to Watnall Hall.His mother was Canadian and his father was Polish.We had a typical teatime of sandwiches and then we went to play in the air raid shelters just a few yards away.I remember he told me stories of hearing stagecoaches and horses going up the driveway and they were ghosts.I never knew whether to believe him or not but it made a damn good story and he appeared to be convinced.The hall itself was derelict then so we never ventured
