This is probably TMI, (but what the heck, I don't know any of you!!) but after having lost my, um, maidenhood on Tootles Hill (as we called it, or Toots for short) many years ago, I think it wold be just perfect if it turned out to be a burial mound.

There was always an atmosphere about the place, so too the area around Smithills Hall. I live in Suffolk now, but many youthful years were spent drinking in the tangible oldness of the place. As you do at 15, a large group of us had far too much to drink and spent the evening on Tootles Hill. So many bizarre things happened that night, all of them spooky. Could always blame the drink I suppose, but as I've said before, the place is thick with atmosphere.

I don't miss Bolton. But I miss that feeling. Haven't felt it the same anywhere else, I don't think.