When the poet John Keats visited Donaghadee on a 'beautiful sunny day' he was most impressed with how 'charming and clean' the town was.
Within a few moments, evidently satisfied that all was well, the ghost simply faded away and was gone.
Springhill is a lovely and atmospheric place and the custodians are at pains to point out that there is nothing malevolent about its otherworldly residents.
On every count Springhill is a truly attractive house.
Its brilliant white walls, dark, narrow windows and grey slate roof, capped by chimney stacks of dull red brick, blend harmoniously into the sylvan landscape that surrounds it, and no-one who ventures here can help but fall beneath its spell.
Leaving the room to return it, she was startled by the sudden appearance of a tall woman at the top of the stairs.