But Paddy kept on growling, rooted to the spot until I began to haul him off down the road. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he allowed himself to be moved but all the way down the hill, he kept stopping to look behind him as if there was someone or something following us.
In the end, even I began to get twitchy.
It had to be a ghost - but a person or an animal?
Welcome to the Welsh Twilight Zone...... Be afraid, be very afraid.