The Scream
On a sun dappled, peaceful and bucolic English river bank trail, a former towpath (horses towing barges) from another slower and arguably gentler age, I was once jolted out of what had been to that point an idilic warm and dreamlike summer afternoon stroll in the countryside with my girlfriend, into a full-on hackles raised, heart pounding defensive mode. An inner voice cried out to me speaking of immediate danger and the need for defensive action. Incredibly high pitched and loud beyond belief, without warning the lady had suddenly let forth with a piercing blood curdling scream that spoke of…