When I'm out walking with the now single Jack Russell Terrier, and it starts to get dark and twilight is drawing in, my imagination begins to go into overdrive.
Perhaps it's all because of times in the past spent looking at illustrations in children's books by Arthur Rackham where the forest comes alive and the trees turn into weird creatures clawing and tearing at your clothes and dragging you into their roots. I suppose the only real problem is that the Barney the Jack Russell Terrier can run faster than me so he'll be no help scaring off the upwardly mobile apple trees.
But what do you do when you start seeing dinosaurs?
Go home and have a beer.
And then another.