“The History of York is the History of England.” ~ King George VI
With the coming of dusk and the door of an atelier closed for the day – it is possible to catch a glimpse of a celebrated miniaturist and storyteller clad in her distinctive black feline boots wandering through the snickelways and secret passages of York in a quest to wake the dead.
And for those of a curious and hardy temperament – why not come along and listen to the Lady Brigante as she shares with you the tales of the illustrious, the miscreants, artists, misfits and those ordinary folk who have ALL been lost to history – until now!
However, for those of a sensitive nature who are averse to real stories of tears, heartache and tragedy – a meander through the fascinating streets of York with Lady B may NOT be to your taste.
Welcome to Death in a Chocolate Box!
Tuck into a Walk with the Lady Brigante on the Following Days:
A Wander Along Walmgate – WEDNESDAY from 7pm at YO1 9TJ
A Meander To Monkgate – THURSDAY from 7pm at YO1 8BH
A Footslog To Fulford – FRIDAY from 7pm at YO10 4EX
A March On Micklegate – SUNDAY from 9am at YO24 1AJ
Tickets £10 for adults and £5 for children.
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Or, if you would prefer to talk to an actual human – that’s fine too!
Please be advised that our ‘Chocolate Box’ walks are NOT suitable for children under the age of 12 years.
And if you would like to dig deeper and take a peek at the bundles of old documents, burial records and hear the untold tales of nefarious deeds and suspicious deaths from the exclusive ‘ChocBox’ archives – find your way to the membership site Patreon and step inside the twilight world of Lady Brigante!
Pregnant and suffering from severe sickness, a young mother along with her husband and toddler son are living in a quiet area of York and one chilly February evening – things took a turn for the worse.
As a post mortem examination revealed that Mrs Byrne had died as a result of a brain haemorrhage caused by some kind of mysterious ingested poison – an inquest into her death was opened.
On a typical Autumnal afternoon – a young woman carrying a tiny infant made her way on foot to a popular crossing separated only by a dual rail track.
Having opened the gate to walk across the path, she paused as a luggage train went past but less than two minutes later, she and the baby were hit by a passenger train – an accident which would have far reaching consequences.
The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church.
Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable…
For although blessed with an illustrious and extensive lineage – Lady B was in truth raised in genteel affluence in the shadow of the ceremonial stone gatehouse of Micklegate in the ancient City of York.