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mattioats
I had a bit of an odd experience on the way to work this morning.
I set off at 5.15am.
There's no-one about, there never is at that time. My route is canal tow paths through a rural setting, meadows, forest, fields. Really lovely.
After a bit I leave the canal then start a road climb from the bottom of the Aire valley, climbing through a fairly rough council estate, but then past a huge park with its own golf course that is open to the public. There are huge trees dotted throughout the park and the golf course is immaculate.
I'm out of the saddle, climbing the hill with the park to my left, dropping away to the bottom of the valley, a wide open vista for about a mile.
I see four figures on the golf course.
They are strolling up the hill in a line, about eight feet apart.
They are dressed in slacks, sweaters, collared shirts, hats - golf casual.
They are carrying golf bags.
The weird thing is, one is completely dressed in green, one in blue, one in orange, one in pink.
The clothing is exactly the same colour. Not a pale green top with dark green trousers. The colours are identical.
Four men in four different colours, walking up the golf course.
I stop pedalling and stare.
They see me.
They stop walking, then without a sound they separate, heading off in different directions, and then they disappear amongst the trees.
I stare for a bit longer but they never reappear.
Freaking out, I pedal to work pretty fucking sharpish.
What the fuck happened?