“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 ‘Chocolate Box’ walk with the Lady Brigante on the following days –
* Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evening FROM 7pm *
* Sunday morning FROM 9am *
Tickets £10 for adults and £5 for children.
For all of the ‘ChocBox’ gossip, exciting discoveries AND the dates of Lady B’s unique walks, the place of rendezvous AND ticket availability – subscribe to ‘The Brigante Chronicles’ to bring forth EVERY snippet of chatter direct to your inbox.
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!
The ONLY clear picture history accords Ms Smith is that of her death by poisoning one morning in May.
A scroll though our parish records and census returns have only added to the mystery of WHO Mary was, WHERE she came from and HOW she had managed to live independently well into her sixth decade!
One early July morning a young father along with his brother-in-law and nephew went for a spot of fishing on the outskirts of York.
Shortly before midday, a huge storm erupted and they ran for cover under a large bush far from the riverside. However, no sooner had they escaped from the torrential down pour – there was a huge flash of lightening and a crash of thunder…
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.