When I watch the bats flying at dusk, they always appear
out of the dark background of a tree, flit across the light part of the sky in
silhouette, and then disappear against the dark background of another tree or
the hedgerow. I was waiting for them tonight when what appeared to be a bat
materialised (for want of a better way of putting it) against the bright sky, turned
around once, and then de-materialised (for want of a better way of putting it) again.
It didn’t come from anywhere, and it didn’t go anywhere. It really was the strangest
thing.
* * *
I was walking along Church Lane this afternoon
when I heard a loud, irregular knocking sound coming from the bottom of a
drainage ditch. I couldn’t see what it was because the ditch was covered with
heavy, late summer growth, but the only thing I’ve ever heard like it was the
sound of a woodpecker making a nest hole in a tree. Only this wasn’t in a tree,
it was at the bottom of a drainage ditch.
* * *
And there’s an unpleasant smell in Bag Lane. It
smells like an open sewer, and is strongest just where the woman with the fancy
black cars lives – the one who never seems to leave her property unless she’s
in one of them. I don’t suppose there’s a connection, but you never know.
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