strange stroll

I had been strolling for some time up a dark track and the penny was beginning to drop. The vicinity was empty. A small stream crossed the path a little further down the slope. I was part of nature and I wanted to get closer to it so I removed my boots. With bare feet I stopped in the middle of the stream. The water was cold and it sent a shiver up my legs. At this point I spotted bright lights in the distance.

I was curious as to what was going on. A large off-road vehicle pulled up boiling hot and stinking of rubber. A loud barking ensued. The car drove past peacefully. I was partly in wild land and partly in farm land. The long and short of it is that I was forced to stop and take stock of my situation. I decided to observe and take in information. A polecat ambled along some distance away. The owls were waking up. But there was still a strangeness in the air that was other worldly.

I had set up camp and moved towards the sound of the vehicle that still had its engine running somewhere in the area. Every pace was tiring but I knew that knowledge was everything. I got close enough to spy a camp fire. The individuals that were busy unloading items from the vehicle looked worn but keen. It was difficult to ascertain what they were doing. They were involved in some sort of land maintenance I guessed.