As is always preferable I like to go into an investigation cold - meaning, I like to know as little as possible. Interviews with the proprietor are conducted by two of the group, who in turn keep that information confidential until the end of the investigation where we will see if anything matches. In this case, it surprised everyone when EVERYTHING matched.

Seven of our group attended and arrived at 8.30pm. Standing in the car park I felt as if we were being watched. A spirit or a customer, I couldn't say! I was sure however, of a male who had a lot to say. As we walked into the City Arms he became much stronger and I was able to tell the group more about him and what he did.

This man liked the ladies who worked behind the bar and would do things to get their attention. I sensed the spirit laugh at this! He was stockily built, 5ft 6ish, liked his drink and would become abusive, even violent with it. Liked women when alive, but they weren't interested in him, although they would occasionally flirt with him for fun. He is dressed in very dirty, muddy clothes. Dark trousers covered in filth and I could see big muddy boots, clompy looking things. He wore a big, black coat, also covered in dirt and a dirty handkerchief around his thick neck, which had once been red. In all, this man was always filthy and didn't care about it. When I asked him why, he answered, 'Can't see any point in cleaning up.'

I knew he had made his presence felt behind the bar in touching and moving objects. Not to scare as he isn't malicious, in fact, he gives off an air of being a 'cheeky chap', and I like him.

Betty, in our group, confirms later on that she had sensed similar traits about this man when we compared notes. We kept getting the name 'Brian', I couldn't be certain if this is his name or someone else.

In the dining room was where the group were getting the majority of activity. Orbs were caught on camera, both digital and camcorder.

After a break my spirit guide was making me aware of the ladies' toilet area. When I mentioned this to Sylvia and Betty of our group I noticed an air of excitement pass between them, but they said nothing. Walking into the corridor I was immediately aware of a strong, angry woman who resented our intrusion.

An elderly woman who told me her name was 'Beatrice, but known as Bea or Beatie', she complained that her knees always hurt and she was very bitter. Eventually I managed to calm her enough to tell me her story. She tells me that her husband died, leaving her in debt that she hadn't known about. Elderly, she wasn't good enough for anything other than scrubbing floors for other people, which she hated. At her age she should have been taken care of. She died with the memory of an aching back and very sore/infected knees.

I was suddenly shown what she did - basically, she resented ladies walking over her clean floor and she would grab at their legs. She hated the way girls dressed in this era and called them many names, which I couldn't repeat! She liked to see them scared and so she'd bang on mirrors, open toilet doors and give out general, horrible vibes.

I asked her if there was anyone whom she could think of that made her feel happy. She said she was proud of her son. The atmosphere in the toilets changed immediately from oppressive and nasty to lighter. I could see her transform from an elderly woman to a middle-aged lady. She wasn't ready to leave just yet, but I was assured that her journey had begun. We hoped she would find peace soon.

Sylvia, who was one of the group to interview the landlord, was astonished. Everything I'd said had been happening, scaring the pub cleaners and customers as they felt a grabbing sensation on their calves, which sometimes caused them to fall. Doors had opened; girls had seen shadows etc.

The group split into two, some staying in the dining room where orbs continued to be caught, while Betty, Sylvia and I went outside. Walking onto the front porch I was overwhelmed by hundreds of cattle. I am frightened of cows! The smell, the noise, everything was an imprint - it had happened so often it had left a stain. I could sense men being given ale and food. They would share stories and news. The road they were on was not the same, a dirt track, if that. Drovers. I was being shown a scene, was my cheeky chap a drover?

In the bar doorway I sensed a negative vibe which I'm certain others will have felt. Again, another stain left by a nasty fight. Blood was spilt, but was it resulting in a death? I don't know. I suddenly felt a pain in my lower jaw and felt as if I had lost all my lower teeth - an extraordinary experience. My tongue could feel teeth, but my psychic senses told me I had none! I believe this was my cheeky chap, trying to give me a better knowledge of his life.

Later on in the evening, three of our group, Jamie, Betty and Sylvia, decided to do a seance using a glass. This was filmed by Paul and watched by the others. The dining room door was slightly open and while I sat watching the seance, I saw a man walk past the doors.

Getting up I went over and opened them further; looking into the bar area, no one was there. The man wore a dark coat, stocky etc., yes, it was our friend. I asked the three doing the seance if they had had any messages and they replied that when I'd got up to go and look, the message had been "Yes, I have just shown myself to you".

The group left at midnight as so much had already happened. Everything was confirmed by the landlord that what we had been shown had indeed been happening to both customers and employees. Two other investigations followed which were also interesting in other ways as they confirmed connections with another investigation regarding a murder in the vicinity.