Im heading down the Atlanta Highway

I have a tale to tell. 

Yesterday I went to the hairdressers.   While I was at the hairdresser, I heard some interesting things.  

I reported back to Si and Tooli when I returned, and they were quite fascinated and this resulted in us piling into the car at quite a late time in the evening (8.30) and driving around town to take in the engaging information. 

We drove up and down roads and examined houses and streets and then we came home, via the town, and then up through the fields. 

When we came into the house, Tooli was reading through the comments on the Local Town Gossip page on social media.  She was mortified.  There was  a story which mentioned her, not by name, but by "young lady, with her father", which rendered her identifiable.  (by her thought pattern). 

The issue was that the person said that "the young lady and her father" had taken a particular action, in relation to a "lost and found" matter.  But they hadn't.  

They had listened to the lady, went and had a look, and then went home.  Doing nothing with said item. 

Tooli, being Tooli, announced at 1030, that the deed would have to be done THERE AND THEN, or they would be identified as the people who said they would, ,but didn't. 

so we piled back into the car... all three of us... with a torch (er) (cause that's what we call it), and drove to the woods.   We were heading to a path beyond the allotment,   It was pitch black.  There are no lights up there.  The trees are close.   There was a lost and found item, in the shrubbery. 

I have faced this path once before, in the depth of November, at 7pm.  It was pitch black then, and I was abandoning Boy to the darkness. I have no good memories. 

So up we drove, me, swearing under my breath whilst trying to focus on the drivable path.  Si and Tooli trying to remember where the item was.   We reached the end of the path. The only escape was to perform a very tight three point turn WITH TREES. 

Si then departed the car, to retrieve object and place it in the boot.  By this time, i was imagining men in black polonecks, and trousers with balaclavas on, coming out of the woods and attacking the car. 

My swearing was no longer under my breath. 

Tooli was screaming like a banshee in the back of the car. 

Si jumped back in and I squealled loudly the whole time - its very difficult to perform a three point turn when you have your eyes shut. 

I firmly believe that faced with a truely terrifying situation I will simply close my eyes and die.   it will be the only way I can deal rationally with whatever is befalling me. 

We got back down the path and drove like lunatics out of the woods and down this very road to escape the horrors.  

This photo was taken at 7.30 tonight.  See how dark it is, imagine what it was like at 1045 pm last night. 

As we drove, carefully down this narrow road, Tooli said, "maybe we should have looked inside the box before we put it in the back of the car". 

At which point, said box rolled from one side of the boot to the other. 

And the screaming started all over again. 





Our neighbours must wonder what the hell we are on.