NomDeGuerre
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I read a very interesting account of a road ghost (or ghosts, in this case) while researching the Roy Fulton case I linked to earlier in this thread this year.
It concerns a London chap who was motoring up to Cambridgeshire one evening in the mid 70s. As he made his way deeper into the countryside, he noticed a campfire ahead near the carriageway and, as if warming themselves around it, a group of ten or so men in Roman Legionary costumes, passing around what seemed to be some form of drink in a leather bag. The guys seemed pretty content, and the driver recalls them laughing and looking as if they were sharing jokes.
Recognising the oddness of the scene he'd just passed, the driver assumed they were probably re-enactors or extras from a nearby film shoot. It wasn't until he was a couple of miles closer to his destination that he realised he'd seen the trunk of a tree up against which one of the 'Romans' was leaning. Recognising that this was not something he'd expect from a re-enactor or film extra, he pulled into the nearest roadside pub and downed a double whiskey (applying quite a 70s approach to drinking and driving). Noticing the drivers's ashen face and anxious demeanour, the pub landlord merely said "if you've seen the Roman's mate, don't worry, you're the third who's spotted them today".
The account ends there and I can't find too much else about it online. Wondered if anyone else had come across this story and, if so, what they make of it. Frustratingly, I can't find an exact location for where this sighing occurred, so can't look into any historic Roman presence in the area.
It concerns a London chap who was motoring up to Cambridgeshire one evening in the mid 70s. As he made his way deeper into the countryside, he noticed a campfire ahead near the carriageway and, as if warming themselves around it, a group of ten or so men in Roman Legionary costumes, passing around what seemed to be some form of drink in a leather bag. The guys seemed pretty content, and the driver recalls them laughing and looking as if they were sharing jokes.
Recognising the oddness of the scene he'd just passed, the driver assumed they were probably re-enactors or extras from a nearby film shoot. It wasn't until he was a couple of miles closer to his destination that he realised he'd seen the trunk of a tree up against which one of the 'Romans' was leaning. Recognising that this was not something he'd expect from a re-enactor or film extra, he pulled into the nearest roadside pub and downed a double whiskey (applying quite a 70s approach to drinking and driving). Noticing the drivers's ashen face and anxious demeanour, the pub landlord merely said "if you've seen the Roman's mate, don't worry, you're the third who's spotted them today".
The account ends there and I can't find too much else about it online. Wondered if anyone else had come across this story and, if so, what they make of it. Frustratingly, I can't find an exact location for where this sighing occurred, so can't look into any historic Roman presence in the area.