On Saturday night, a group of staff and mums spent the night at Inverary Jail in order to raise money for the local charity that provides services and support to children and families, including the boys’ preschool and after school club. It was a really fun thing to be sponsored to do.
The photos are not great because, for a start, they were taken in the pitch dark and they were also taken with my compact camera with its midgy flash.
Inverary Jail:

We were taken on an initial tour by warden Rob so as to get our bearings and hear his tales of spectral encounters:

We were then left to our own devices to explore the prison. We started in the courtroom which was filled with freaky mannequins which creep me out in the daylight let alone the pitch dark:


The jury in particular was full of peculiar looking specimens:

Me in the pitch dark ready to explore the prison buildings:

Yikes! It’s a ghost … or just a cardboard cutout that looks a bit like me:

The straitjacket. If we had actually experienced a ghostly encounter, I might have been in need of this:

A mannequin picking oakam and my first orbs of the night:

This guy freaked me out because I forgot he was there and when I arrived at the top of the stairs and the beam of my torch caught him it scared the stuffing out of me:


Do you see the orb above Julie’s head?

A second later and it had disappeared. Amy’s face is priceless in this one:

Imagine having to scrub floors for eternity. Being a ghost must be right boring:

Amy, Laura and Julie waiting for a ghost to give us a sign of its presence. We waited a long, long time:

Mina on a hammock:

“Is there anybody there? Can you make your presence known? We’re a bit impatient so any time now would be nice. Any sign at all…”

This mangey hound gave me the heebie-jeebies for some reason:

Orbs galore!

Back in the courtroom:

“Is there someone behind me?”




More orbs hovering above:

What a jaunty beard - just the thing to go with that nose:

“Is it not about time you lot left so the ghost can actually appear?”

Scary eyes on the scary mannequin with the scary facial hair:

Look at hoim - definitely guilty:

Officially the most glaikit mannquin in the universe:

Back in the cells trying to commune with spirits:

A dapper mannequin accompanied by a dapper orb:

Lorna, Heather and Alison trying to get ghosts to talk to us:

Tracey and Julie:

Laura and Lorna:

Sitting in the dark nursing a baby for what seems like forever. I know how you feel, mannequin wifey:

Leaving the jail at dawn. I survived!
