"Walked many miles in Poulton countryside today with Stuart & Suzy (20-something Manchester artschool dropout type noise fans, really nice couple) and had a strange experience in Skippool Creek which is a spooky ancient site, decaying jettys and ramshackle boats by the River Wyre - a guy asked us 'where's that music coming from, do you know' and we were miles from any houses or radios and it was strange eerie ghostly music in a sort of Ralph McTell folky style and we noticed it and had no idea - this guy seemed a bit intense and disturbed and asked us where we had come from then stared at us in a kinda socially wrong way, making us all feel uncomfortable - then he silently stood in the same spot watching us walk away while we were all freaking thinking he's a nut having a breakdown who could attack us - eventually we got away from him around the time Kate noticed a fucked up sign saying POLICE OPERATION IN THIS AREA - YOUR ACTIONS ARE BEING MONITORED - then the music kept coming back for the next two miles of walking, like a distant car radio, but miles from anywhere, it turned into a demented folky style cover of James 'Sit Down' - at this stage we were all feeling like we had just done some acid or the Queen of Elfin was fucking with us and we were laughing a lot - complete David Lynch weirdness overload - I am not making this up and we weren't on anything or drunk!" - email sent May 2010
