âThere is no haunting, because there were no monstersâ
By Tom Dewey, Monday Apr 19, 2021
The Dower House â colloquially referred to as âthe big yellow houseâ â sits comfortably within the opening exchanges of any conversation aimed at discriminating Bristolâs most stunning buildings from those built with only purpose in mind. Notoriety breeds folklore; that this localised fame brings with it rumour can be to nobodyâs surprise. But this 500-year-old piece of real estate is today subject to a degree of slander fit to make a yellow castle blush pink.
There isnât a child in Bristol incapable of reciting the narrative: a girl fell off her horse and tragically died in the grounds. Years later, the house was an asylum. The marriage of these truths, when consummated, brought forth a falsehood. The yellow house, as all Bristol knows, is haunted.