The Ghost of Brynsworthy House

Nestled among North Devon’s rolling hills near Barnstaple, where the River Taw glimmers and ancient oaks guard the horizon, Brynsworthy House stands as a Georgian manor cloaked in the ghostly revelry of Squire Arthur Brynsworthy, whose spectre, astride a white horse, wine glass in hand, haunts the drive or lingers in the unburnt drawing room, spared by a 1933 fire that ravaged the estate. From dusk sightings in 1716 to eerie laughter echoing in 1995, his spirit, tethered by a life of debauchery and a tragic fall in 1715, weaves a haunting legacy through the manor’s ivy-draped walls, a spectral toast to a past that refuses to fade.