I'm a witch, not a landing strip

Last week's piloting episode made me think that perhaps I should look into getting a broom upgrade. Admittedly, not much more speed can be wrought out of Broom, but it could stand to be a bit more manoeuverable. The flyer from Dar Kart's Brooms & Hoes leant some pressure to my pondering. Well, that and nearly being flattened by a spaceship!

Yesterday evening, I was flying back from the pub - I'd only had one gin & tonic (Tanqueray, not hideous, chemically Gordon's) so I wasn't drunk - when I got the feeling that I wasn't alone.

"Dragon?" I called out, looking left. "Is that you?"

No answer. Perhaps it was that pegasus I've seen hanging around with Svaathor da Vjis?

"Oi! Birdbrain! Where are you?" I shouted, looking right.

Nothing.

Crap. It must be those Hoodies from Lakenham. Evil little sods have 'obtained' a warlock's hoe from somewhere. Tragically, their underdeveloped, delinquent minds are being developed by the hoe. I keep meaning to go over there and sort them out, but I just haven't had the time. That hoe has probably convinced them all that they're invincible warlocks by now. Actually, that would explain the recent increase in unsolved weird crimes.

"Oi, you little bleeders" I yelled as I looked up. And trailed off... "... Bugger."

A giant spaceship, the like of which I'd never seen before, was not three feet from the top of my head. And descending fast!

Jinkies!

I swerved to my left, opening up the acceleratrix. Broom lurched as it suddenly increased in speed. I lurched, too, and nearly brought up my lunch. Urrrgh. It wasn't that nice going down - I sure as Hell didn't want to taste it coming up as well.
As I swallowed, I felt a jarring shunt. Broom was suddenly pointing skywards and my back was pressed against warm metal.

Pushing off, Broom and I clattered up the side of the descending spaceship until we were left hovering as it headed down towards Carey's Meadow. Landing legs emerged from beneath the main body of the ship.

I stared in disbelief.

"Hey! You can't park there" I yelled after it. "That's a watermeadow. You'll sink!"