Spent a night in the middle of the Ochil hills away from everything to try out a new one-man tent. Not scared of the dark in any way, but was disturbed about every five minutes, by some of the local scout troop asking if this was check point five. TheyThey are great, but it may scare the heck out've a I still go out there as I'm pretty sure that I'll survive... but if you said zombes I'd be locking myself in the house like a shot.
I'm 47 so I can empathise with the eye sight thing! never been much good anyhow as I'm short sighted, But I'm lucky that I still find youth in my being and do as much as I can whilst it is still with me!How right you are. My primal senses have been diluted by so many other things.
The night brings so many things: bats, owls and, even a real Flying Squirrel this summer!
My nose makes up smells which don't exist. My hearing suffers from several challenges.
My eyesight is changing quite rapidly. Just the other day, we argued about who had the better vision for a close-up task!
I might be able to walk 50 yards on a good day. My cane compensates for a crappy sense of balance.
Google Youtube for a 3-man musical group called "The Coal Men."
Follow the words to the song: "Depreciate." That's me.