So there we were, a motley crowd of curious travellers, trembling with fright, as our host spun a scary tale in a creaky old house, illuminated only by candlelight. We were on the Colonial Williamsburg Haunted Tour and we were enjoying every bump, shadow and squeal. But let’s retrace our steps a bit—for the fun had begun a couple of days ago.
We had left Richmond, Virginia’s edgy and arty capital, behind, and hit the scenic road towards the coast. The fall colours were out in full glory as we hurtled towards Chesapeake Bay, home of the iconic eastern oyster. Soon we were in Yorktown, our first stop
