Stars on the Ridgeway

The trails are nicest in the dark up here. Coming down the hill past the old round barrow I had a funny feeling I was being followed, reminding me of childhood evenings on the bike circling round the graveyard behind my house. I'd become increasingly convinced something was watching me, the graves becoming whiter and whiter as the light died until the feeling of being observed was too much and I pedalled as fast as I could back to the safety of the front drive. Human instinct in the dark is a powerful thing!