Knighton Gorges has a haunting, though only a trace, but stories are told of strange music and the sound of carriage wheels heard in this desolate place, especially on New Years Eve. The house was once called Knighton Manor and the 'Gorges' being added when Ralph de Gorges married the daughter of the Manor. The house itself was one of the noblest in the land and was demolished in 1820, leaving only the gateposts to show that it once existed. These gateposts highly decorated with a heraldic crest so impressed a young passer-by on a walking tour of the island that he decided to ask for a night's shelter. It was late and very dark On New Year's Eve sometime in the 1920's and as he approached the house the young man heard a carriage and horses thundering down the drive toward him, and he flung himself to one side to just in time to miss the wheels. He picked himself up and dusted himself down he was so shaken and angry, but being late he continued towards the house, which shortly came into view. He could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from it and knocked loudly upon the door. There was no answer so he knocked again, but as the music was so loud he guessed nobody could hear him. On looking through a window he could see what was evidently a fancy dress party in full swing, for everyone was dressed as in the Georgian period. He decided not to bother and turned and made his way back down the drive to the village of Newchurch. A little further on he came to another house and decided to ask for lodgings. On acceptance and while over a meal he related to the family his experiences at the house, about the party and the horse and carriage, and that nobody could hear him because of the noise made by the party goers. He was then informed that the house had been demolished over 100 years ago and that there was nothing there except the gate posts and an old barn and an overgrown orchard. He refused to believe this and persuaded one of the men to go with him to have a look the next day. He triumphantly led the way to the gates of the great house, but, to his dismay and astonishment the gateposts were derelict and without gates, the drive was a tangle of weeds and there was no trace of the house.