Winter night ride at Llandegla a couple of years ago – very misty – lights almost as much of a hindrance as a necessity.
Came down the old black run ahead of my mates and and just after one of the right hand berms saw a floating white shape in the middle of the track. It let out an unnatural guttural chesty noise and I desperately skidded to halt with my heart in my mouth.
Turns out a sheep had got onto the track, but for a moment all sorts of crazy thoughts had been going through my head.