It was raining outside, so within the hour the church was full, standing room only. and still they came.
The previous day, Saturday 11 November was bright, with sun pouring through the windows on the south side.
A visitor headed up the aisle to the lectern and turned towards the lady chapel. A brief backwards glance to Tommy - and was there a face in the perspex?. At least, the perspex wasn't totally see through.
Was it the sun playing tricks, or something else? It was Armistice Day, and there was a chill running down their spine.
1930s curate the Rev Noel Boston wrote church-related ghost stories for family. Maybe he got inspiration from goings on in Coleshill church…