NOT THE FACE!
Sometime in the middle of 2019 I bumped into an old friend I had not seen for a few years. There was the usual “What are you doing now? How is the family?” and so on, but at one point the conversation got around to me admitting to my hobby of chasing down ‘real-life’ experiences of phantom hitchhikers and road ghosts, and writing up related articles for FT. My friend looked serious, and then she told me the story of what happened to her parents many years ago. This was as follows:
“In the late 1950s, around 4pm one sunny afternoon in early summer, my mother and father had taken their dogs for a walk in Wallasey, on the Wirral. They had passed under the railway and were on their way home up Sea Road, with the Warren Golf Course on their right. This was then a quiet lane, only tarmacked for the top 300 yards, where it led up to Grove Road. They would have been either side of 50
