I’d just finished feeding the porkers and was walking down the hill when I noticed a car abruptly slow on the main road then cruise slowly to our bottom gate and stop.
At it was very dark, I couldn’t see the car aside from its lights and assumed it must be somebody I knew.
The driver wound down the window and leaned over to me.
“You all right? I saw some weird glowing things in your field as I came around the bend.”
Weird glowing things?
I was more than a little puzzled until I looked down and my head torch lit up my gloves.
Instant weird glowing things.
I laughed and showed the driver my gloves, then told him Sunday’s story about them being the only pair remaining in the shop.
He also laughed and drove off.
When I finished the chores, I came in to get the camera. I wanted to see if I could capture the full Toxic Gloves of Doom look.
All it took was just two of the eight LEDs on my head torch. No flash. No outside lights. No car lights.
Just a very weak light shining and PING, the weird glowing things had returned.
I thought the women in the shop were laughing because I’d had to buy a pair of yellow gloves favoured by horse riders of the female persuasion.
I now suspect they were laughing because they knew there was more to the gloves than was obvious. And I clearly didn’t!