While sitting having a drink with friends outside the Ship Hotel in Padstow one evening, I looked up to see my dad smiling back from a table on the other side of the courtyard. He was sat with a group of 8 or 9 similar aged men and women. When my husband asked who I was smiling at I said dad. The freeky thing is dad had been dead for 2 years and as my husband pointed out of the dozen or so tables ours was the only one occupied - there was no one else outside. I often wonder who the people were with my dad ???