Before we begin, imagine a city whose pubs have done far more than pour drinks. They have sheltered the desperate, received the road-weary, witnessed quarrels and consequence, and stood by as names above their doors changed while the stories inside refused to disappear.
St Albans is rather good at this sort of double life. Listen closely as you walk: the hum of passing traffic, the scrape of shoes on old pavements, the sudden scent of malt, stone, and kitchens at work. Beneath the pleasant bustle, another script is still being performed, one written in fading signs, remembered reputations, and buildings that have been altered just enough to keep their secrets.
Your audio should begin automatically as you approach each stop, though you can play it manually whenever you wish. If you lose your way, the map in the app will guide you, and at any stop you can ask questions in the chat. Do mind the uneven paving, old kerbs, and busy road crossings.
Now, head to The White Lion, St Albans. The first clue waits there: an old pub with a lost name in its walls, and a history the police once struggled to tame.
