Goathland and Ghosts

Well a few things to catch up on in this blog.

More York City success - a great 2-1 win over Gateshead making it 4 out of 4 from the commentary box for me, and putting us ever-closer to the play-off positions in this fascinating season for us.

Increased the running with a 2.4 mile run, and this week hope to do a little bit longer again.

Took my Mum to the theatre Friday and how she enjoyed it.

Two things I really want to talk about though.....

Yesterday was one of my favourite walks I've been on. We set off from Goathland and walked a route of around 12-14 miles - across the face of the Moors .. (if the moors have a face) .. almost the whole way to Staithes.... and back round through Littlebeck.... Wonderfully barren and remote and isolated, yet also in other places very pretty, picturesque and full of nature. The picture is of a fire which occured on the path we were meant to take. Obviously a controlled fire, though it meant we had to take a wide detour!

The other thing I want to blog about is what happened to me last week. My guests on the radio show were the people organising York's first ever ghost festival. Fascinated by the subject of ghosts, I asked them some playful questions off-air, such as if they thought the radio station might be haunted. To which they replied they had sensed things in the library!!!

Which led to them (and their ghost-hunting equipment) calling for any spirits or presences to make themselves known. Now, I'm massively skeptical when it comes to all this, and it was a really good bit of fun (if a bit scary).

However, one thing did happen which really freaked me. On my own speech where I asked for anyone present to make themselves known, one of the women told me that she was feeling someone. She asked if I knew anyone called Nigel,, because someone called Nigel was there, holding the left hand side of his head.

I told them I knew a Nigel, though he was alive.

It was a bit freaky, but didn't mean anything until I got home.

That was when I remembered my father's cousin Nigel died when he was only in his 50s. This happened just a few years ago.

So the following day, I asked my Mum how he died and she told me that he got hit by a lorry :-(

This is very very freaky... especially considering I don't know many people who have died.. so if it was coincidence, it was a massive one!!!!

Anyway, my conclusion is..either....

a) it was a massive coincidence.

b) ghosts/spirits exist. Aaaaaaahhh. I already believe in souls, connections etc so this isn't something I'm totally dismissing.

c) They researched my family history before-hand??????