If you go down to the woods today, you better go in disguise. If you go down to the woods today, you’re in for a big surprise.
Never a truer word was spoken.
I like the dark, I spend most of my life in the dark, so it will come as no surprise that I’m quite comfortable in the dark. Working late most nights, my two dogs often wait patiently, well into the wee hours, for a walk. As it happens, were this photo is take is right at the end of Ballyseedy Wood, one of our favorite spots for an evening stroll.
One night (and it was night), I arrived home and decided to head out for an amble with my two little tearaways. We parked up at the Castleisland car-park and decamped. I was kitted out in black rain slicker, combat trousers and waterproof boots. I've a handy head torch for these nights, but knowing every twist and turn, I didn’t bother to switch it on, rather I aimed for the slightly lighter patches of night which faultlessly led me along the path, deep into the forest.
It wasn’t long before I neared the northern entrance to the wood and became aware of some unusual movements behind a large directional stone. I moved closer and listened. From behind the rock I could hear voices, talking in whispers.
I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I looked over the rock, and said,
“What you at there, lads?”
The two men in their early twenties, crouching behind the rock, nearly shit themselves, and fell back into the bushes. At that time, I flicked on my head torch, and their huge moon-faces looked up at me from the dripping foliage. One of them managed to stammer “NNNNNN-Nothing.”
“Grand so,” I said, flicking off my torch and vanished into the darkness once more.
By the time I came back that way on my return journey, the rock was deserted. It was only a week or so later I heard the Guards had discovered a stash of drugs, hidden in the very same woods. Perhaps I scared them straight, who knows.
It’s a true story by the way :O)