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The exterior of the Grenadier Pub.


By Richard Jones

A delightful aspect of exploring the capital on London Ghost Tours is the opportunity to enjoy a pint in an historic pub.

In 2004 I was commissioned by Strongbow to find the top ten haunted pubs in Britain.

It gave me the opportunity to re-visit one of my favourite haunts (literally!) in London, the wonderfully atmospheric Grenadier in Wilton Row.

Wilton Row is a tucked away mews where time well and truly stands still.

The Grenadier is a tiny pub which has long enjoyed a reputation as one of the most haunted pubs in London.

On one of its walls yellowed newspapers tell of the pubs haunted history, and a small crucifix hangs on a wall of the cellar to ward of harmful spirits or energies.

Wilton Mews is a delightfully hidden nook, that is tucked away from the rush of modern London, and there is a decidedly country village air about it. Colourful cottages line the cobblestones, and nestling within its tranquil serenity is one of London's most enchanting pubs, The Grenadier.

Reputedly, the pub's upper floors were once used as the officers mess of a nearby barracks, whilst its cellar was pressed into service as a drinking and gambling den for the common soldiers.

Here, a young subaltern is said to have once been caught cheating at cards, and his comrades punished him with such a savage beating that he died from his injuries.

Although the year in which this occurred is not known, the month when it happened is thought to have been September, as this is when the pub experiences an onslaught of supernatural activity.

A solemn, silent spectre has been seen moving slowly across the low-ceilinged rooms.

Objects either disappear or else are mysteriously moved overnight. Unseen hands rattle tables and chairs, and a strange, icy chill has been known to hang in the air, sometimes for days on end. Footsteps have been heard pacing anxiously around empty rooms, whilst every so often a low sighing moan has been heard emanating from the cellar.

On one occasion a Chief Superintendent from New Scotland Yard was enjoying a drink in the pub, when wisps of smoke began to waft around him. His curiosity aroused, he reached towards the apparent source of the smoke, and with a cry of pain, pulled his hand quickly back as an invisible cigarette burnt it.


In 2005, I was contacted by Greyam Fox whose affection for this wonderful old institution is truly contagious.

Greyam was head barman at the Grenadier Pub,18 Wilton Row for 18 months (1982 - 1983), taking over from the renowned Tom Westwood who had been "Chief of Staff"; since 1957 (white tunic, gold epaulettes et al).

Greyam kindly shared some of his experiences during his time working there.

I would like to thank him for granting permission to include his experiences.

Writing of the Grenadier Greyam says:-

"It is without doubt a special place, but it begs to be known, to be properly understood; not just to be famous or infamous! The Grenadier has a soul all of its own.

I feel I could help fill an historical void or at least as an eye witness, could possibly lend some reality and perhaps even some credibility to (some of) the myths that prevail; rather than fuel the "Chinese whispers"; that continue to distort historical truths.

Apart from hearing many of Tom's anecdotes, I had my own experiences of "Cedric" the "ghost" and was present in '92 when BBC's Six O'clock show did a piece on London's most haunted pubs.

In the aftermath of which, we were visited by many strange phenomena of the not-so-paranormal kind.

On one busy winters night at about 8:30pm, I had occasion to go down to the cellar to fetch some cigars. At he foot of the cellar steps, to the left, was a wooden "lock up" about the size of a garden shed that served as the spirit and tobacco store. Built into a corner of the cellar, this structure comprised two wooden walls and two brick walls, one of which featured the aforementioned tunnel.

On busy nights it was almost impossible to get a fag break, so I would sometimes keep a cigarette in a glass ashtray in the lock up and sneak a couple of drags when possible - as I did on this occasion.

As if from nowhere, Bobby, the landlords' friendly black cat appeared. This was unusual in itself as he wasn't allowed out of their flat during opening hours, let alone allowed to roam the cellars.

As I stood puffing quickly on my ciggy, several things happened in very rapid succession: The temperature plummeted, Bobby arched his back and sunk teeth and claws into my leg above the ankle and the ashtray - which was on a chest high shelf to my left - flew past my head and smashed with significant force, against the wall beside the bricked-up tunnel. I felt a bone-deep chill of fear that I have seldom experienced since and needless to say exited the cellar at the velocity of a Polaris Missile.

At the top of the cellar steps, back in the warm ambience of the restaurant, I felt kind of silly - maybe I imagined it?

As I stepped behind the bar my boss said "are you alright Greyam; you look like you've seen a ghost"!

The face in the window

Around November 1982, The Grenadier was featured on BBC TV's The Six O'clock Show.

The crew duly arrived to set up during the afternoon and the pub staff were primed to go about their duties as normal.

The show was sent out live, so it was about 5.30pm and pitch dark outside. The BBC crew had set up some green lighting to lend some eerie atmospherics, all of which took place to the bemusement of our early evening customers.

The event was also being recorded by some reporters from Grand Mets in-house magazine.

A couple of weeks later, we had a visit from the magazine's photographer who brought in some stills of the event. He showed us some shots taken from the restaurant entrance (right side as you look at the bar), taking in the front window and side door to Old Barrack Yard (left side). He pointed out a fuzzy image in one of the window panes that vaguely resembled a face. Cynically, it was pointed out that: a) there was a tree (and vines) out side the window and this could be a trick of the light, projected by the large outside lantern; and b) although from inside, the height of the window pane in question is less than 6ft, those that know the grenadier will be aware that from the ground outside in Wilton Row, the window height is more like 12 - 15 ft.

The photographer had been equally cynical and had blown up and zoomed the photo, expecting the image to disperse into a bunch of leaves and light

To his astonishment (and ours) the face became even clearer than before; though still vague. Once more, the photographer had zoomed in until the small window pane filled the 8 inch; x 10 inch; photograph and there, in all its glory, was the face of a man. It was a young man; sporting a dark, handlebar moustache and wearing what appeared to be a fez-like hat. The face was at three quarters to the pane and appeared to be looking straight at the photographer. Of several shots taken from the same perspective, only one captured this doleful image.

Despite the many strange goings on at The Grenadier, I absolutely adored the place and have revisited it several times over the years. In my view it is a time warp, a mini stately home with connections to many, many famous people and events. It requires a very special kind of manager to act as a custodian of the traditions of the Grenadier.


In 2011 I took part in the TV programme Great British Ghosts, which was presented by Michaela Strachan, and I got to spend a wonderful day revisiting the Grenadier.

By then the pub's General Manager was Tony Whitehead, as genial and enthusiastic a host as one could ever wish for as the custodian of such a treasure of a hostelry.

Tony regaled us with some wonderful tales of the otherwordly experiences that he and his staff have "enjoyed" whilst working in the bar, and his fondness for the place came across throughout our entire day there, and, I have to say, was truly contagious.

We filmed at several other locations around London that week, but we all agreed that none came close to matching the Grenadier for atmosphere and hospitality.

I have since returned many times and the sense of history I encounter as I step through those doors has never left me, and I can hostelry say that, when the day comes when I get the chance to choose a location to haunt, the Grenadier will be high on my list, if not the number one!