'Angel Cloud' Captured By Jill Wood

I went with my neighbour Jo to an alternative health clinic. We got a lift there but made our way back by train and then on foot.

At our nearest station, we came up the steps and set off down the road for home. We were both astonished to see, on the busy main road, a very young boy pedalling along on a bike, with a toddler riding in front of him, standing up.

Huge lorries were hurtling past and we couldn't believe what we saw. As mums, we would have pulled him up about it, but he was gone so fast we were only able to look at each other in horror, and say: 'Oh, my golly', and hope that they got home OK. Only yards further on, as we were waiting to cross at the pelican crossing, the green man came on. Jo said: 'Come on, let's go.'

Before we could step off the pavement, another cyclist came from nowhere, right in front of us, shooting the red light. He was only inches away. 'Flippin' heck,' said Jo, 'What is this?'

We carried on.

A little further on, at the next crossing, it happened again. Yet another cyclist had shot the lights and whizzed past right in front of our noses. 'That's it,' I said, 'It's a warning. We have to be careful around pushbikes'. I envisaged one of our own kids falling off that evening as they played.

We got home without further mishap, grabbed a bite to eat and decided to walk to the shopping precinct together. Halfway there, a teenager on a pushbike shot out, and across our path. He had come, at full pelt, from a footpath on the side, but we hadn't seen him because a huge tall bush was in the way.

He’d missed us by inches, but he carried on apace along the pavement, and off down the road behind us. Jo and I stopped dead in our tracks, and looked at each other, eyes wide.

I'm so glad we did. Coming along behind that cyclist, from behind this huge bush at top speed was a police transit van. There’s no way we would’ve seen or heard it. Had we carried on walking, it would have hit the pair of us for sure... We'd have been knocked over. I'm still gettin' over it. If the other incidents hadn’t taken place, we would have just carried on walking…

And… How's this for a prophetic dream?

I dreamt about two horses. One had oedema, (flesh swollen with water) and was cruelly being pushed from behind by his owner, but he wouldn't go. So horrible was this man, that I was in tears for the horse. This all took place by water - the docks or a harbour.

I thought I'd check out the racing form the next morning. Skimming through the names, two ‘jumped out’ at me, one, the favourite, making me laugh 'Aahgowangowan' (say it out loud). The other made me well up with tears again; it was 'I cried for you'. I did think about backing them, but had a feeling that this wasn't about money, more about my psychic development.

Well, 'I cried for you' won his race at 33 to 1 (so if I'd put £1 on I'd have got £33 in winnings). What happened to the other one? His racecourse was WATERLOGGED and he didn't run! I laughed out loud at that, and honestly didn't mind that I hadn't backed them.