Woodcroft is a moated, fortified manor house of the thirteenth century, and its ghost story is built on things that certainly happened.
In 1648, during the second round of the Civil War, a Royalist clergyman named Dr Michael Hudson took Woodcroft and held it for the king with fifteen men. Parliamentarian troops under Colonel Waite surrounded the house and broke in. Hudson climbed to the roof, was thrown from it, and caught hold of a ledge, where he hung above the moat. The soldiers cut off his hands. He fell into the water, swam to the far bank, and was killed there.
By John Clare’s day it was already accepted that Hudson had never really left. In the 1940s people still reported hearing steel on steel at night around the castle, and voices calling for mercy and for quarter.
Clare also hints at a second haunting. In one of his poems he writes of a locked room at Woodcroft where superstition sleeps, and where the memory of Cromwell is kept in a dread that nobody wants to open.
Where: Woodcroft Castle, in the parish of Etton, north of the city. It is a private house, so admire it from the lane.












