A forty minute walk through the cold evening in perfect peace and then a police car came tearing past me all flashing lights and screaming siren and blurry speed, heading to the village. Then very soon it came tearing past again in the opposite direction, lights and siren still disturbing the evening. Wrong village? For a moment I wondered if someone had called them because of their fear of seeing me in the woods, as has happened before. We have a few nervous fifty-something ladies who seem to assume that any fifty-something man in a black leather jacket and a black woolly hat must be a villain. Should I change my uniform? I have apparently been described as "lurking" in the woods, when actually all I was doing was harvesting free golf balls over the fence alongside the 3rd fairway. Anyway... It wasn't me they were after this time, though I wonder if one of the officers said, "Oh there's that big lurker again," as they passed.