And in he just sailed right in

 Today the man whom I considered had some very interesting vampirish traits called at our farm to collect some stray sheep. This is a very rare occurrence, as we usually go to his farm, as its our sheep that have often strayed. That is not even a common event either, as some years we dont even go there at all.

The farm is up a small road at the very top of an adjacent valley. It is always an event to go there due to the families quirkiness, or sometimes plainly blunt observations. There is a sheep pen that is only accessible by going through a pitch black room with no windows. Well it is pitch black if you dont prop one door open whilst you reach the one on the far side. I found this out when I followed one brother through the room, and he just let the door swing shut resulting in total darkness for a second. That was like something out of a film. 

He than asked me in a whiney, creepy voice if I though some sheep smelled " strange " You can see why my imagination runs wild...lol

So with what I last posted so recently on this blog, I took an especially good look at him today. He is an eccentric character with a high pitched whiny voice. He is short with eyes a little too close together. His face is more square that oblong, and he has much light coloured facial hair, not a beard, but hair. A jaundiced  moulted complexion adds to his strange appearance. This most likely is due to a medical condition, but just adds fuel to my delicious idea. Its just another fact to add to a growing list of weirdness.

I did not how ever to remember to look at his hands. His general appearance was unsettling enough. Maybe all this is just due to the isolation of the farm ? Either way I like to run with the circumstantial evidence, and entertain the fact that just maybe...

Something else very odd happend. His Landrover was so quiet as it entered the yard. The wheels made no noise over the rough concrete and when he turned around there was no scrubbing noises coming from the tyres or scrambling noise coming from loose chippings under the wheels as they turned. The engine ran so smooth like a sewing machine and no the usual diesel racket. His trailer did not rattle either. This astounded me as it is often a noisy rattling affair when some drives into the rough yard. Above all I think this unsettled me the most. Ive lived here all my life and I know the noises of this place intimately.

Decades later !

Seems it was back in '95 when I stopped listening to Iron Maiden. I remember after their Fear of the Dark album I felt the band had past their best. Their long time singer Bruce Dickinson must have felt that way too, as he left to " pursue solo opportunities " next. That must have really knocked the band for six.

I knew a new singer had come along, but had no interest anymore by then. Only this week did I start listening to their next album. I was shocked when I saw how many years had past since then. Ive listened to half of the songs, and this one so far stands out. The new front man has a more down to earth and bassy voice than Bruce, and that suits this albums moody, murky sounds, and that I guess summed up the bands general mood at the time.

How long can we view the world before " throwing in the towel " of morality ? This may be due to the weariness of watching decades of human destruction. It is always there and never changes, and never will likely.  Is this how humanity survives and moves forward ? 

There is a theme that runs through this album. Many lyrics suggest a final change of mind about subjects and that the time for navel gazing and considering different view points have passed. Things are as they are today, and thats finally being accepted. I am close to that mindset myself.

 

Too close to home ?

As children we were fascinated by this grave. It came with a great story and physical " proof ". The strange thing is that there are so many other dark happenings in this valley that are much more recent but never will see the light of day and be shared due to the modern bashfulness that people feel about expressing an opinion thats rather out there. For instance the spontaneous combustion case is swept under the carpet and called a fire related death. Maybe in a hundred years the truth will out when there is no one to dismiss it with a logical explanation.

I think this grave has had a stone cross attached to it at some point in the square recess, and a metal rod that held it in place has snapped off a long time ago. But just why is a farmer buried in the most prime position next to the church porch ?  

I feel strange questioning this story. After all I have given more than a passing consideration to a story that someone told me about a  local man I know who is anaemic. When talking to him once she noted him having strangely long thin fingers on his hands. She is a Christian. She said he was acting odd and made a specific point of  mentioning the hands which chilled me. His father lived to be 100 and had terrific stamina and physical strength for his age. 

Maybe too much evidence makes us baulk at the truth ?  How much proof is enough to start worrying ? Is something mimicking fantasy horror through life ?

 

 Everywhere I go I hear the narrative of entropy

Thomas was having an existential crisis...

 

Noisy ghost will fit right in here tonight...lol

 My daughters friend is stopping over tonight. Just now there was a commotion through in the kitchen followed by loud laughter. Apparently a plastic cooking bowl just flew off the table and crashed onto the floor with a bang. They say poltergeists are attracted to teenage energy and they both have plenty of energy alright. 

About a month ago while the same friend was stopping over I woke up next morning to my fish ornament lying on the floor, having fallen off the wall. It had landed pointing perfectly at the door way and was the right way up. 

They are very noisy tonight...lol

The kitchen is where most objects move. Other years hot weather like were having now triggered things. I suppose energy can travel easier when its warm. Im blessed that I have a daughter who just accepts these things. I never saw anything like this at her age. I just heard my parents half conversations that stopped when I entered the room.

I learnt a lot about oaks watching this. All I know is a branch from one fell missing me by only a meter a few years ago. It was about 12 inches through and was hanging from the tree. The end twigs were slightly pushing down on a wire fence. It was broken about 50 % of the way through so to make sure removing these twigs would not cause a sudden fall I swang on part of the branch first, and it didnt move at all. All good then ? I then heard a crash behind me after removing the twigs touching the fence which supported no weight it seemed. I cant see why that branch snapped off but it did. I wouldnt be here today if it had hit me.

She has also written a book im going to buy on plants and trees in folklore and medicine. I feel drawn to it.

 

And why do they always have their lights on ? lol

 

Two bitches ?

 This weekend as I queued at a snack bar a woman with a dog stood right behind me. Her dog  constantly barked really loud with a raspy harsh edge to it. It was unbearable. Feeling constantly on edge this month I returned to my shouting " shut up " when a dog in public does this near me. The anger and or fight or flight just explodes out of me in the moment. Next came the awkward atmosphere in the queue. You know the one when someone in public shows a true emotion. You're not supposed to do that.

Its strange how everyone just tolerated this unacceptable sound. To me it is as socially unacceptable  for a dog to bark as loud as that in close proximity to people as it is to be blowing cigarette smoke in someones face. It is however a taboo to scold someones elses dog. I think it might be worse than shouting at a child. I base that on the reactions that ive seen dog owners display.

So I walk away to a picnic bench as far away as I could get from the dog as I get. A woman then arrives with a dog and sits opposite me with a dog. Hmmm. I mention to her that im glad her dog isnt barking. She replies that " Oh that was my dog barking " with a cold tone in her voice. I was stunned by her malice. She purposely came to sit by me after she had seen me shout out in annoyance.

Sometimes you can feel a situation encircling you as though its hunting you. I walked away again and went on my bike ride. All the time I could hear that damned dog yapping on the other side of the river, and it wasnt stopping.