MR

Regarding the article in the Mail on Sunday, 15 Jan. 12. I would like to tell you about the following two examples of coincidence that I have experienced. Returning home from work one Thursday- evening in the mid-eighties, I left the A1 to enter my village. Parked on the slip road was an old Cortina towing an even older caravan decorated in a lurid lime green colour. That weekend, about 70 miles away, I was walking along a remote country lane in Norfolk. Parked on the verge was the same car and caravan. I was certain they were the same because of the colour and age of the van, the make of car plus the combination of the two together. I live in a village 175 miles from the town in which I had grown up. Some years ago a family moved into the house opposite. Introducing myself I realised that the woman had an accent very similar to my own. It transpired that she was indeed from the same town, and when I asked what area she came from it was the same housing estate where I had lived. When I asked the name of the road etc., I realised her mother was still living in a house about 50 metres from where I had lived, although I had never met this woman or any of her family before.