Have you ever seen a ghosts?

I'm going to tell you a story, you may not believe me, but I will swear to you, hand on heart that I believe it to be true.

On our 10th Wedding Anniversary 4 years ago, my husband secretly arranged for us to visit Lake Windermere in the Lake District, which is in the UK. It was an area we had never visited before and along with our Daughter, who was 6 years old at the time, we arrived at our destination which was The Belsfield Hotel overlooking Lake Windermere. Built in 1845 and set in 6 acres of beautiful gardens we were stunned as we stood on the back terrace and looked out over the lake whilst the sun began to set over the Cumbrian hills.

We were booked into a large family room that had a large double bed and a single bed across the other side of the room. Also in the room was a large bathroom and mirrored wardrobes adjacent to the double bed.

After unpacking our clothing and toiletries we visited the restaurant for dinner, after a walk by the lake then we retired to our room and had an uneventful first nights sleep.

Now, the story really hots up during the second night of our stay. After spending a wonderful day on and around the lake we had an evening meal and retired to our family room. Our daughter was put to bed in her single on the far side of the bedroom, whilst our double was situated on the opposite wall with the bathroom behind is.

It was routine to leave the bathroom light on at night and the door ajar, just in case one of us had to make a nighttime toilet trip and we wanted no stubbed toes or broken bones.

We settled into bed at around midnight with the only slither of light coming from the bathroom, the hotel was quiet with only the sound of the clock ticking.

Slowly we drifted off to sleep and what only seemed like minutes later I was jolted awake. I was laying on my left side looking into the mirror fronted wardrobe staring at my own reflection, wondering what had woken me.

I gently turned from my left side onto my back and lifted my head to check that my daughter was still asleep, as a tall man in a yellow fishing coat and matching hat walked across the middle of our bedroom. I watched him walk from the left side of our room near to the dresser across the expanse of carpet and through the patio doors on the right side of the room.

My view of him was clear and I remember thinking that he looked wet, like he had been standing in the rain for a length of time. It was over in a matter of 3 or 4 seconds and panic and fear took over and I pulled the covers over my head.

I stayed in that position for what felt like an age listing to my own breathing, until I plucked up enough courage to peek above the covers and check that we had no other visitors in the room. My heart was pounding with nerves and I felt sick to the stomach, but I kept trying to tell myself that I was being totally irrational and I must have imagined it or dreamt it.

After an hour or so I fell into an uncomfortable sleep of tossing and turning then I woke to tell my husband what I had seen. He raised his eyebrows and grinned like I had told him I was giving up chocolate for life (like that would ever happen!) His expression said it all, yeh right, I believe you....not.

Even now after over 4 years when I recal the events of that night I am still convinced that I was fully awake when I saw my fisherman, and I'm sticking to it.