Fly me to the Moon

A woodland walk at dawn near Ross-0n-Wye was disturbed
by what to the fanciful might have required the services of
St George - roars in the sky and flashes of flame through
the trees in the valley below ! Unlucky indeed that this was
no sighting of a dragon to impress fellow blippers but
a chase to higher ground did establish both the nature and
destination of the creature !