Vist the Gallery for photographs relating to Coxhoe Hall. The old photographs of the Hall are in a sub gallery and you can go straight to them by clicking HERE.

I hope to add more information to this page in the future.

Below you will find a great poem written by a neighbour of mine inspired by ghost stories about the Hall.

The Ghost of Coxhoe Hall By Bill Gething When Puncture Jack came up this way A Lancashire lad through and through He's heard that a fortune could be gained, This is all he had to do. For anyone who dare'd to stay In a room with the Coxhoe Hall ghost A golden guinea was the prize. He'd be the ghostie's host. A candle would give him plenty of light, His top coat would do for his bed He made himself nice and comfortable With his rucksack, a pillow for his head. He'd be a very rich man in the morning, But as he settled down for the night The room filled with an icy draught And the smell of a dead parasite. He heard a weird voice close by, "There's only thee and me," it sighed The hair that he had stood up on end The candle flickered and died. Twice again he heard that weepy voice The deathly smell much stronger. What good would the prize guinea be to him? He'd be dead if he stayed much longer. He know for sure he was not alone As something brushed past his knee "If I had this other shoe on," he said "I swear there'll be only thee." By daylight he was heading for home As fast as he could peddle, If the Olympics had been held in this county that day He'd have won for himself a gold medal. When the full moon rides high in the sky Through Coxhoe Hall has long since gone It's not wise to wander through the wood. For the ghost still lingers on. NB: This poem is used by permission of the author and was previously published on 2nd October 2000 in 'The Northern Echo' newspaper.