So there I am, amiably walking down a street minding my own business and looking for photographic and blog inspiration, when I get that odd “ being watched “ sensation. It’s daylight, a pleasant, reasonably sunny day on a deserted street but the feeling persists. Is Bolton home to daylight ghosts? Not so far as I know.
It’s only when I look up a see a clutch of small faces peering down, keeping an eye on their territory. They never moved, at least not while I was looking at them but then again, you can never be sure about these things.