A Gap In The Trees

Most people now know  that I live down a small lane which leads out of the western edges of the village and down into a small shallowish valley.

The lane is bordered by steep hedgerows, which are gapped by five Bar gates leading into a succession of fields on either side.

In these fields are sheep, cattle and horses.

At the site of the last house in Trelawnyd, the lane turns sharply and narrows and at that corner you can gaze over the fields to a line of hawthorn, hedge dotted with trees and bramble in the near distance. That line of greenery is perhaps two hundred metres away and it is set against the sky which extends far over the sea

Towards one corner is a gap in the trees. That gap is illuminated by a bright grey sky today.

Last night, it was illuminated by a glowing night sky, which sometimes resembles the silhouettes seen in a Hollywood movie. 

It often reminds me of the countryside around Tara in Gone With The Wind.

Looking back up the lane into the village

Down the lane towards the fields

Last night the dogs and I with Albert in tow wandered down the lane in the dark.

The gateway into the field is a favourite wee spot and Mary often gazes out into the darkness in order to watch the flag white flickers from rabbit tails as they turn to run back to their burrows

It was perhaps eleven thirty when our group congregated at the gate.

And as I looked over to the gap in the trees I could clearly see a silhouette of a man standing still against the night sky.

The figure didn't move

There is no house or even a footpath at the gap, just a break in the vegetation leading to another field beyond.

But there was a figure of a man standing against the sky.

I suddenly felt rather vulnerable and exceedingly unnerved by the whole thing and moments later I was hurrying for home, hissing at Albert to follow.