Another can of beer later, and they were back under over-hanging trees and he could only see what got caught in the headlights again – mostly moths and mosquitoes. Then they slowed down and turned left, down a ramp and off the road onto a ‘C’ road running between fields of rice just metres away on either side, but they were back in the moonlight and Craig could see a large building through the trees a mile ahead.
It looked a little like a Transylvanian Castle, he thought. Eerie.
But they passed that and entered a well-lit, but deserted vil age.
There were only dogs to be seen, sleeping in the middle of the road and they were loathe to get up and move out of the way too.
Then there was a right turn and they were in the dark again. It was four-thirty and C
