Abbey Hotel

A Memory of Crowland.

I think that is the name of the pub/hotel on the right hand side not far from the entrance gate to the Abbey. I used to stay there as a child with my mum & dad. My dad met the licencee Harry (Allman?) in the second world war. It was a long journey to Crowland from East London pre-1960. I have fond memories of the late parties we had and how when they had had enough of us kids they would tell us about a ghost called Henry who only came out when children where still up!!!  His wife was a lovely cook and they used to cater for weddings too. There was a large polished table in the hallway that had marks, I was told was blood, on the top. The story was told of two priests from the Abbey haveing a argument and one stabbed the other with his dinner knife.