I'm not a celebrity but get me out of
here anyway ... Only kidding, but the night time clamour around this watering
hole can be both terrifying at times and dreadfully eerie.
There is no breeze to ruffle the trees
and yet the leaves are almost constantly rustling despite the stillness of the
air. The sudden snap of a twig is often accompanied by furious rustling and
grunting in the undergrowth. A veritable cacophony of squeals and howls frequently
pierce the velvet cloak of darkness.
Like a burnished mirror, the water
reflects the 'hunter's moon' as the heat of the day dissipates. It almost
invites weary travellers resting overnight in the nearby lodge to divest
themselves of their clothing and bathe in the cooling depths. But who knows
what dangers lie beneath? Sudden splashes provoke ripples to scurry across the glittering
surface.
Occasionally an explosive eruption causes
the water to boil and foam before subsiding back into silence and serenity once
again. And all that is left is the haunting memory of the long heart rending scream
and gurgle which preceded it.
No-one ventures into the cooling water,
not a toe is dipped or pebble skipped across the surface. It seems folks naturally
keep well away from this deceptive pool of tranquillity. And yet something does
approach.
The jungle falls still as huge shapes
emerge, padding out of the blackness on huge flat feet. Long sinuous 'limbs' dip
into the water to quench urgent thirsts after the cruel heat spent foraging in
the open. The elephants have arrived ...
But fear not dear reader, Mr Bunnet will
be back in time for the Galloway Hills Rally next week when normal service will
once again be resumed ...
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