This made me think of a strange experience/feeling I had one Summers day in May over twenty years ago.
We lived on the outskirts of Chester at the time. We would often walk next to the Roodee, Chester race course and on to the leafy suburbs of Curzon Park. I would carry number one son's pushchair up the steps and we'd walk along the footbridge joined onto the railway bridge over the river Dee.
It's a lovely walk and it was a way of walking into the city without the hustle and bustle of the main road.
I remember I was about half way across the bridge and I suddenly had an awful sense of foreboding and sadness. My wife said she "didn't like it". We hurried across the bridge and thought no more about it.
That was until about two weeks later I was browsing through writing, gardening, rock and local history magazines. I noticed a headline about the river Dee railway disaster!
This happened on the 24th of May 1847. Cast iron girders in the bridge snapped and the locomotive and 22 passengers fell into the river Dee. Five people including the fireman drowned.
I have read about pychometry before and how objects like buildings, places and water can hold onto what happened on such a fatal day. It was May the month we crossed the bridge over the river. Could that have been they day of the tragedy? Had we picked up on something that the river thought was only it's secret?
Have you ever picked up on something like the above? Do you think we have a sixth sense? Coincidence?