I was unlocking my bike after choir practice last night (I know, I know, I’m turning into a character out of the Archers’) ready to cycle home.
‘Is it just you all alone in the dark on that bike?’ someone asked as I prepared to cycle off. ‘You’d better watch out for the bogles.’
As I turned out of the village with its streetlights and into the very dark road that runs beneath the trees, I reflected that bogles had better glow in the dark because otherwise I wouldn’t have a hope in hell of seeing them, bike light or no bike light. Working out where I am in the road is challenge enough at night, even with a fullish moon and the glow of Bigtown on the horizon.
It also would help if I had an idea what a ‘bogle’ was. Or is. Perhaps it is the thing that is posting comment spam to one of my old blogs at the rate of about one ad for fake replica watches a minute. In which case, if I catch it, it had better watch out for me…