The hooded man
29 March 2010
It’s raining so hard that the main road out to London is covered in standing water. Even more reason than usual to stand back from the bus stop when the car transporters rumble past.
A man in a green hooded raincoat climbs on to the bus, carrying a pole with plastic bags wrapped around the point. A harpoon? A set of golf clubs? Part of a bike?
Some filed-down version of a scythe?
At least, since the clocks went forward yesterday, I didn’t have to meet him in the dark.