The world from my window

It was just before two o'clock this morning. A mighty roar bellowed through the square and then a bright light shone through my bedroom window. I woke with a start, completely disorientated and thinking I was in my childhood home of many years ago. This was it, I thought. Cue chaotic scenes from Independence Day , War of the Worlds and any other US disaster movie you can think of. And then another roar, a rumble and another roar. I prodded Mr Grigg. 'We're going in the back bedroom,' I said. 'It's that bloody rally again.' It happens once a year and no-one in The Enchanted Village knows it's happening until it happens. Six hours later and still they kept coming. Motorbikes, old cars and 4x4s thundered through our now not-so-sleepy village. At 7.30 this morning there was a thump. Mr Grigg jumped out of bed, ran to the front bedroom and looked out of the window into the square. Six men, two wearing high-visibility jackets, were peering around the front en...