About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the NatWest bank parking lot—a small, old-fashioned music box nestled among the trash cans. No one seemed to claim it. Over the next few days, more and more people started noticing the music box playing softly during lunch breaks. Eventually, an elderly gentleman approached the driver and said, 'That’s my granddaughter's—she left it here years ago.' They both laughed, and soon enough, the little music box became part of the daily routine for everyone who worked there.
2. Late one night, a security guard patrolling the NatWest bank noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building's ventilation system. Curious, he followed the noise until it led him to an old boiler room. Inside, amidst dusty pipes and forgotten tools, sat a small golden retriever, diligently cleaning out the vents with his tongue. Turns out, the dog was just doing his neighborhood watch duty after being mistaken for a delivery driver.
3. In the early hours of dawn, a postal worker delivering letters to NatWest heard a strange melody coming from inside the building. At first, he thought it might be a misplaced jingle from a Christmas carol, but as he approached closer, the tune grew more insistent and familiar—like someone whistling 'Yankee Doodle' backwards. As he peered through the window, he saw an old cash machine dancing in time with the song, its arms swaying like a drunken dancer. The worker burst out laughing, realizing that the machine had somehow got stuck on replay while trying to count money. From then on, locals would joke that NatWest’s ATM had a secret love for colonial tunes.
4. In the depths of winter, a delivery driver pulled up outside the NatWest bank and spotted something curious on the snow-covered pavement—an old, rusted keyring shaped like a tiny violin. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an address scribbled on its tag: ‘NatWest Bank, 1st Floor.’ Inside, the manager smiled knowingly. ‘Ah,’ she said, ‘that’s our new security chief’s violin case keyring. He’s been playing it during lunch breaks.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head with a smile, thinking that maybe banks really do have their own brand of quirky charm.