We are talking 30 years ago now and I remember it as clear as day. My Dad had purchased an old mining cottage in Old Brighton near Coedpoeth. It was set out at the top of the hill at the end of a track and if you walked down the track about 30 metres then there was a row of more mining cottages.
To the right of the cottage by itself was a hill which you could walk down as a shortcut.
So, I was working on the roof putting the trusses in with my Dad and saw this old guy walking a black Labrador and walking down the shortcut. I smiled and waved at him and he just looked back and continued walking. Over the next few days this occurrence happened a few times and i would politely wave and then he smiled back and carried on walking.
My dad asked me what I was waving at so i told him, he looked and said there is no one there.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I hadn’t see the old gentleman again, we were talking to an old lady from one of the other mining cottages and i mentioned about the old man and dog and not seeing him for a while. She stated that no-one of that description lived round here but that I had just described her brother who had a lab dog and he died in the cottage we were working on!
After I was told that I was petrified working in that house by myself as my Dad liked to disappear often! But, as you get older the wise old words of ‘The Dead wont bother you, its the living you have to worry about’
A memory that has stuck with me for all these years. Although I do smile about it when i think of it nowadays.