Well, I think I'd better report to MI6, the suspicious goingson I witnessed yesterday morning...

There I was on this hill-top at 4.30 in the morning, just me the 12thcentury church and the graveyard.... when a group of sinister people started to arrive in ones and twos.... Many were dressed for the cold wind, and had brought spirits to fortify them... many were in ceremominal garb.. oh no! I thought, it's one of those fundamentalist religious groups holding some kind of training session. This seemed harmless enough at first , as these white ninjas used nothing on each other but handerkerchiefs.... a sophisticated scoring device was attached to each of their lower legs and thiese would emit a jingling sound when ever someone was deemed to have received a 'hit',or a 'death-kick' from some other protagonist. Eventually this was not enough for these men-in-white, for as the sun rose above the far horizon, they discarded the hankie for a deadly baton of hazel or ash which they used to rain frenzied blows down upon one other. All this was done with ancient chant or to the frenzied playing of a melodic reed instument, its' bellows wheezing gleefully animal-like with the strain... then as the sun rose higher, they were gone, like guerillas in the mist..... Breedon Hill could slumber till next year