The fog the mist and Cold Blow Lane. Bill said the place was haunted, I gave this some thought and turned towards him, but he had gone!
I had met Bill not ten minutes earlier when he appeared out of the fog near the old damp brick railway arches which straddle the narrow part of the lane.
A few nights later I was wandering in the lane when I saw a glow in the mist, it was Bill stoking the fire which was burning brightly in a hot Chesnut brazier.
"Sixpence a bag" he shouted, "lovely and hot get your Chesnuts here only sixpence a bag".
Chesnuts were sixpence a bag in 1964 it was now 2009,"get them while there hot" shouted Bill.
The Fog closed in.
