Deleted account rno
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I took Mrs Ronno for a camping weekend (who says I dinane know how to show a wummin a guid time) and we had a good weekend on a site near Bridge of Cally (you still get great grub there).
A 35 year old guy in the next tent to us tragically died due him to going into an diabetic coma. The poor guy was alone. We didn't actually meet or even see him at all but his relatives spoke to us when they came to get his car and gear. I've seldom felt as helpless when I spoke to his brother. The puir guy was shattered...
I didnae take any photos as it didnae feel right somehow.
I still got pished sittin' ootside ma tent mind you.
You can believe this part or dismiss it as the feeble ramblings of a pished up fantasist or accuse me of vivid dreaming but I'm certain that I heard this. 100% certain: during the night or wee sma' oors of this morning (it was still dark) I was wakened twice (and was then wide awake) by the sound of someone on the next pitch (where the poor guy died the previous day) pegging a tent in and zipping a tent up. Right next to where I was lying. This went on for several minutes. I thought it was a bit weird but couldnae be bothered investigatin'.
Some time later, after the second spell of similiar noices, I got up and went ootside and there was nothing there. No tent. Nothing. There was only our tent and one further acrss the touring pitch area which was already there when we'd arrived.
Weird.
A 35 year old guy in the next tent to us tragically died due him to going into an diabetic coma. The poor guy was alone. We didn't actually meet or even see him at all but his relatives spoke to us when they came to get his car and gear. I've seldom felt as helpless when I spoke to his brother. The puir guy was shattered...
I didnae take any photos as it didnae feel right somehow.
I still got pished sittin' ootside ma tent mind you.
You can believe this part or dismiss it as the feeble ramblings of a pished up fantasist or accuse me of vivid dreaming but I'm certain that I heard this. 100% certain: during the night or wee sma' oors of this morning (it was still dark) I was wakened twice (and was then wide awake) by the sound of someone on the next pitch (where the poor guy died the previous day) pegging a tent in and zipping a tent up. Right next to where I was lying. This went on for several minutes. I thought it was a bit weird but couldnae be bothered investigatin'.
Some time later, after the second spell of similiar noices, I got up and went ootside and there was nothing there. No tent. Nothing. There was only our tent and one further acrss the touring pitch area which was already there when we'd arrived.
Weird.
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