Spending a night at Wicklow Gaol

IT’S AFTER dark on a Thursday evening in October and I’m standing outside Wicklow Gaol.

It’s the busy season for the spooky tourist attraction of course – inside there’s a raucous group taking part in a teambuilding exercise, so I’m not feeling too frightened.

Yet. But then I glance up and catch sight of the beam used to hang people from in the not too distant past, and all of a sudden, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.