I felt the most insistent sense that something was following
me on the lane near my house tonight. There was nothing to be seen, of course;
there never is when you have the feeling you’re being followed. But then, after
turning the corner into Mill Lane,
I heard a howl coming roughly from the direction of my house. I’ve never heard
that before.
’Tis not the owl that does disturb
It is the howl that makes you ask
‘What’s on the prowl?’
And then I got accosted in more prosaic fashion. A set of
headlights came around the bend behind me, and stopped. I walked on. The lights
moved forward again, and then stopped again. I stopped, too, and watched them
for a few moments. But headlights are just headlights, so I walked on again. And
then they moved forward and came slowly alongside. It was a delivery van from
Tesco, and the driver wanted directions to New House Farm. They were easily
given and that was the end of that little adventure.
Apart from the strange light among some tree branches that was
difficult to explain, and the further feeling of being followed when I got
close to home, the walk back was uneventful.
And that’s probably all you’re getting tonight because I’m
in a seriously low mood. Have been all day. New York
continues to engender a difficult mix of emotions.
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