By: Blonde Two
On Wednesday night, I had a rather odd moon experience. I don’t know if it was the same everywhere but round our parts, there was a lovely, yellow and unusually large moon. It seemed like a very good idea to take a picture of it so, camera in hand, I wandered along the road to get a good view.
It is a little known phenomena that extra-moons are, like vampires, only visible with the naked eye and appear on camera as super-tiny moons. Despite my best efforts zooming and adjusting, I couldn’t get a decent picture. Very happy to have seen the extra-moon though, I set off back home with a smile on my face.
Not for long because I had only walked back along the road for about fifty metres when a large, shiny Audi zoomed up and pulled up, not alongside me, but across in front of me enough to almost cut my path off. The owner, a flash looking young chap, put his window down and demanded to know why I had been taking photos of his house and was I a burglar casing the joint. I was tempted to ignore him but as his manner was so aggressive and my path was blocked by his car, I explained that I was taking pictures of the moon and had he seen how lovely it was tonight?
Despite his eventually agreeing that I didn’t look like a burglar (obviously too young), when I tried to walk on, he repeated his car-path-blocking action. At which point I played the very useful “frightened female” card (sorry boys but it won’t work for you) and told him to leave me alone because he was scaring me. He eventually drove off, most likely to go and sit in front of his CCTV screen for another hour or so or play aggressive car driving games.
It just goes to show, a Blonde is much safer wandering around on a wild and empty Dartmoor in the dark than down her own street.
Ugh, that’s a really frightening experience, what an aggressive, unpleasant bloke 🙁 You’re absolutely right, certainly nothing like that would happen to you out here on the moor. Last time I went out to try to get a picture of a stunning moon EXACTLY the same thing happened, it disappeared and all I got was a splotchy light looking like a torch beam in the fog. No nasty men, but I did manage to step in a huge pile of pony poo……that’s Dartmoor for you.
It wouldn’t have been pony poo down our road so I am glad I didn’t step in anything!
Sadly, it can happen on the Moor – or at least in the car parks on the Moor. I had a dismal experience with a couple of female hoodlums, one of whom allowed her dog to scrabble the outside of my van, putting 27 small scratches in the polish. I took a photo of their vehicle for the number plate in case I couldn’t remove all the scratches, whereupon they blocked the entrance to the car park while one had a go at me through the window and the other took vengeance on my windscreen wipers. I am afraid there are unpleasant folk everywhere.
Hmm, at least, in my experience, the unpleasant folk are usually scared of walking more than a couple of metres from the carpark!
since Audi started making these aggressive looking sporty coupes, I, a twenty year audi owner, have noticed a distinct deterioration in the class and manners of audi ‘drivers’ – more like the long-reviled bmw-ers: so much so that i am thinking of buying another make instead. Sir Hugh is very happy with his abonimable snowman so maybe . . . . still vag-ue about that . . .
I do know some very lovely Audi drivers but this chap was clearly not of the relaxed and happy type. Maybe the seats are uncomfortable. I am sure that Sir Hugh would never drive in an aggressive manner!