A little backstory
please comment, is the just childish imagination or something unexplainable.
When I was nine we lived in Modbury, it’s a small town, in Devon the Southwest of Britain. We lived in a very hold house, several hundred years old and down the way was 2 battle sites of the English Civil war (one a minor battle won by the Royalist and a larger battle won by the Parliamentarians which ultimately lifted the siege of Plymouth)
So there I am 9 years old and standing on the middle floor looking over the banister and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned only to be confronted by a a soldier dressed in full Roundhead battle dress. If was so vivid, not frightening but intriguing. We stood facing each other, he saluted and then drifted away. It is still so vivid to nearly 40years later