Casper was a lad of seven when he entered Greyfriars Priory.
He lived his days in the granary checking in the sacks of grain
And checking them out again
He petted the granary cat
Who ate the rats and mice and soon grew fat
But day arrived when Casper died
No one mourned, no one cried
The friars took his body away
Put it into a boat and ferried it downriver
To the sea
But his spirit they left
To haunt me
Until a year ago I lived at the back of those houses in a place built in 1603 on the ruins of Greyfriars Priory. There was a “presence” who I named Casper. This is to honour him.
crispina kemp 
A fitting tribute 😊
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Thank you 🙂
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Creepy, what a story and than so probable.
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My place had been built on the old granary & incorporated one of the walls 🙂
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We tried to looked it up and ended up in King’s Lynn. There we could not find the sea but a river which might be pictured in the photo. I also found a blog https://norfolktalesmyths.com/tag/greyfriars-priory/ which I am following now. Very interesting.
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The photo is of South Quay, Great Yarmouth. I used to live on the site of the granary of the old priory. But I’ve moved now…just outside town walls, in sight of the church
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Ah ok, thank you, that explains it😊
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My wife is East Anglian-born and a fan of Elly Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway series set in Norfolk.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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A poignant story Crispina.
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome 💛
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I think he would feel honored. Nicely done
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Thank you, Frank. I enjoyed writing it 🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Love this!
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Thank you 🙂
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A lovely tribute to your ghost 🙂
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Thank you, Dale. I miss Casper 🙂
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I bet you do. Too bad he didn’t follow….
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