Holiday in Devon

Well, In a much needed cobweb blowing escapade, I went on holiday to Devon. Wasn't really a proper holiday though, it was much better than that. My friend Nim has a couple of parents who live out in the country and so we rudely decided to crash at their place for five days. It was awesome and loads of fun was had.

But now onto the laughter. On one of the nights driving back from the civilisation to the wilderness, I was shall we say 'feeling a bit weird'. So I waited for the conversation in the car to die down before shouting the word 'BADGER!' at the top of my voice for really no reason. Nim had the shit scared out of her and Will was laughing his arse off. However, Steve did not take too kindly to a half-cut moron in the backseat shouting 'BADGER!' at the top of his lungs into his ear. Revenge was swiftly taken.

We had been driving down a country path for a good ten minutes by now and the sun had been down for about an hour. So to say it was pretty dark is a royal understatement. It was darker than dark. The sky was overcast so no moonlight, no stars, no streetlights for at least ten miles. We were in bat country!

So Steve decides to stop the car, turn off the engine and turn off the headlights. Just by doing that he managed to bring out a primal fear of the dark I never knew I had. Mainly because I had never been somewhere so dark outdoors before. And I think its fair to say that I may have screamed like a little girl. I was shaking up a treat! Probably because we had stopped next to a gate and my mind in that position was 'gates are the front doors of serial killers'. And so after about a minute of this, Steve turned on the car and its headlights and drove us home.

However I only wished that when he did turn the headlights back on, there indeed was a badger sitting patiently for us in the road.