24th October. A Brush With the Dark Angel.

This morning the weather continued damp and somewhat foggy. There I was heading west on the back road to Tibbermore, minding my own business, when The Reaper suddenly came into view, travelling in an easterly direction.

On this occasion the Pale Rider had assumed the form of a 26 ton, 6-wheel Seddon-Atkinson Tipper truck. Given the narrow chicane in the road ahead, the mud and the wet, I felt the speed of the oncoming juggernaut was inappropriate, excessive and with todays low co-efficient of friction, at the limits of tyre adhesion. I'd only just had time to think that thought when the unstoppable heavyweight did indeed pass its limit, breaking free of the tarmac and sliding sideways, snaking first one way, then the other, as the driver must have fought with the steering wheel. For a few moments the answer to the question of whether the wayward HGV would crush all in its path was a bit fuzzy...