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Catastrophe

Autumn. Wet, windy and dirty. At least, that is how I see it. Leaves falling from the trees clutter up the drains and footpaths and look so untidy. It was a horrible, wet Autumn night that I was driving home from work in the early hours one Tuesday morning at the end of October. My route takes me across wild moorland roads and the rain was pouring down with a strong wind making the car difficult to drive with visibility quite poor. Suddenly, through the rain soaked windscreen, I saw something dart across the road in front of me, something small and dark. Instinctively I hit the brakes and on the greasy wet surface, my wheels locked and I slid off the road and onto the grass verge, coming to a halt with the two right wheels still on the road and the other two on the grass. As I got my breath back I realised that what I had seen was a cat. Black. I was angry with myself for overreacting but reassured myself that no harm had been done and I hadn't run over the cat. Neither had I damaged the car, so all was well. I selected first gear and slowly let the clutch in. Damn it, nothing! The front wheel had sunk into the mud and was spinning uselessly. I tried reverse but that had the same effect. Great! Two a.m. and I was stuck in the middle of nowhere. I got my mobile phone out of my handbag to call the breakdown people. Marvellous! No signal. not even enough to call the emergency services! Now what? I pondered my situation. I could wait and hope someone would come along but that ...

... was unlikely, considering the remoteness of the area, or I could walk and try to find help but again it could be miles before I found anyone. As I sat and thought, I realised that just in front of me was the end of a drive. Surely, I thought, that must lead to a farm, a house, something, and that cat had to live somewhere. So that was it, I decided, I would walk up the lane and ask to use their phone to get help. Maybe they would have a tractor or something to pull me back onto the road. I grabbed my coat from the back seat which, unfortunately, wasn't a raincoat, picked up my handbag and got out of the car, locking it behind me. I walked past the old gate, which looked as though it had not been closed for years, and along the drive. The rain was lashing against my face and the wind was blowing it into every space it could find, almost knocking me over it was so strong. As I walked I began to sense that I was not alone. I looked around. I was right, the cat was following me. "Come on, then," I said to it, sort of glad of the company, "You got me into this." I seemed to walk for ages but in only a few minutes I saw a dim glow ahead of me. I was right, it was a house and I was glad to see light in the windows, I wouldn't wake them when I knocked. The house was a rather shabby looking, stone built farmhouse and the outbuildings looked as though they were falling down. When I knocked on the peeling paint of the front door I was glad to hear movement inside and before too long I ...