Memory 1995

I am currently in the process of moving house so no pictures today. This is one of my memories, I think I can date it to around 1995. 

Did I or didn’t I see the boy? He was vivid in my sight and is still vivid in my memories. I knew, that at the time I was coming down gently off a fine cocktail of alcohol and class A’s, but there was more to it than that. I knew also that this was the first time back to Cornwall in at least a year, and that I had been on a wild adventure. I leaned my head to the left and then to the right pondering my age, eventually, after some consideration, I pin- pointed it to the time following my first return trip home from India, I had been 19. Frail in body and open in mind the apparition of the boy came to me. He was a young miner, he sat at the entrance to the mine, he was clothed in rags black with coal dust, but transparent, in his hand he held a pasty. He smiled and waved to me almost beckoning me to go by him. I saw him; I smiled and acknowledged him but did not go near. I asked my friend about the boy who was sitting at the entrance of the shaft, but on turning he was gone.