Standby..I'm going to swing the lamp...
When I was 17 I was in a ship berthed in Princes Dock, Glasgow ( I think they turned Princes Dock into a garden centre or something later...
) Many of the deck crew were from the Western Isles or Highlands and so it was arranged that one weekend I would stay aboard as one of the ship's watchman while they all cleared off home. The following weekend it was my turn to be free to go ashore..
I bought a cheap tent, about £4.17.6 I think, and some camping gear and eventually found a bus to take me North to a place called Aberfoyle. On arrival I walked into what I think was Forestry Commission woods and put the tent up.
Nobody had mentioned Midges..................
As dusk fell they arrived..in squadrons..
Without any sort of skin cream, head net or any other protection I resorted to taking a burning piece of wood from the camp fire, waving it about to kill the flames and then held the smoking wood in through the tent door to smoke cure the inside of the tent. All went very well and smoke came out in clouds, so I zipped up the door and turned to throw the wood back into the fire. Unluckily the end of the stick broke off and fell inside the tent..even more unluckily I didn't see it until I tried to unzip the tent door...New zip...stuck...
That's strange..something in the tent is on fire :aargh4:
Has anyone any idea how quickly a very cheap mid 1960's nylon tent melts?....
I spent the night sleeping in the remains of a badly charred sleeping bag in a sort of wooden shelter, like a bus shelter, where the Forestry Commission displayed notices cautioning people about the dangers of getting lost..and fires.
First bus in the morning saw me bound South for Princes Dock..Don't talk to me about Midges..