An evening walk along the lane. Just looking around at the plants, bits of rubbish and 'things'. Suddenly it all takes on a 'Sleepy Hollow' feeling in one little corner in a dip in the fields.
This old plastic bale bag was once blue. That was about three years ago. It has been snagged and hung on this hawthorn for all those years. As the light fades it takes on the look of a torn remnant, something from the past, no longer of the chemical present. A witch's cape caught as she flees in the night. What mischief was she up to on a quiet country lane?
Spookiness in hanging birds. John the farmer was trying a more ancient method of bird scaring this year adding to his arsenal of scarecrows and pop guns. Each of the barley fields boasted a crow corpse hung up for it's friends to see. "Don't come in, this could happen to you too", did it work with highwaymen and pirates all those years ago? Has it worked with the crows, or did they just look at it and think "Good Lord, Nigel's lost a bit of weight, best eat a whole lot more so it doesn't happen to me!".
Back up the hill and thoughts of witches and mayhem fall away. There on the hillside in the setting sun…….
The aliens have landed and laid eggs on earth.