It was 1973. I remember the lovely flowerbeds, the path, a green hedge. I said to myself don’t be so silly, you’re imagining things, don’t panic. But my heart was pounding, I was shaking. I sensed that somebody was really close behind me.
It was a middle-aged man with a terrible complexion and I can remember him staring at me, he said “Ive been following you, is it possible I can take you to the cinema?”
I saw another fellow walking down the path and I said “He’s my boyfriend and he’s meeting me here”
As he walked past me I walked behind him and I left the park at the entrance.
Ive lived in Preston for over 30 years since then and I don’t think Ive ever gone into that park alone.