Quote: Originally posted by tristy on 12/8/2014
we haven't seen anything like that, but I have noticed that more and more folk are now playing guitars on site and some even singing, why?
Because they are happy?
I've been singing and playing my guitar for many years!
Camping on the Gower, I was slightly horrified to see the people at the neighbouring pitch get out 2 acoustic guitars one night.
Part of my horror was because the then Mr Fran fancied himself as a bit of a strummer and insisted on bringing his infernal guitar on every camping trip. I had visions of a drunken Mr F showing off his (lack of) musical skills to a most unimpressed audience.
Out neighbours started playing quietly at about 9.30 pm. Mr Fran quickly decided that they were way out of his league and his diabolical instrument stayed shut in its case.
I toddled off to bed about 10, and drifted off to the sound of some of the best guitar playing I've ever heard. At 11 on the dot, they packed up.
For three consecutive nights, we had the pleasure of listening to this lovely playing. I was gutted when they left, not least because the ex then started his own tortuous finger-picking of an evening.
I'd have broken the damn guitar if it hadn't been worth over £1k. Even I balked at doing something that bad to get a bit of peace.
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I'm a Christian too, and I go to church and sing in the church choir and have brought my kids up attending church, but I'm not one of those shove it down yer throat ones and that lot that I came across didn't have a particularly Christian attitude.
I can't stand 'holy joes' as I call them and I think the ones that profess to be all this and that seem to be the ones caught out with their trousers round their ankles or their fingers in the till.
when we were on Skye this summer there was a woman who sat and played her celtic harp every evening outside her motorhome. It was just lovely.
I didn't ask her about her religious affiliation, if any.
I camped next to James the lunatic at Coopers,Edale last year,he goose stepped up and down,told me Margaret Thatcher had put out 7 black ops on him,wore a 6 inch cross round his neck and had padlocks on his tent,where he went to cast the Devil away through a certain stone.To survive the night I told him that my dog was an Israeli guard dog who would kill him if he looked at her but he kept coming over and shouting Israeli place names in the tent and running off!!! never slept a wink
It takes all kinds to make a world. Unless your campsite neighbours are actually being disruptive or noisy late at night or breaking the campsite rules then they should be able to do what they like. Live and let live.
On the way back from a camping trip with my (now) ex and the kids, the conversation turned to extra-terrestrials. We'd only been home 10 minutes when my 4-year-old son rushed in and excitedly told me a space-craft had crash-landed outside the house. So it was with a sense of deja-vu that I went to investigate. On entering the hallway I was shocked to see a blazing bright light shining through the front door and lighting up the hallway and front rooms. With great caution, I opened the front door by an inch or two. Whatever it was, it had one very bright light shining directly at the house and another seemed to be angled skywards. Smoke or vapour poured from it and it made a high-pitched irregular thumping sound. With one hand shading my eyes I squinted against the bright light to see more detail. It was just then a door opened on this craft and a creature emerged slowly. Short but powerfully built, broad shouldered and thick-set, with short muscular legs. Hunched over it slowly made its way towards us. I was terrified and the kids were screaming. Just then, the security lights came on at the front of the house. Thankfully, it was only my mother-in-law, just arrived in her Trabant .... (sorry ... I'll get me coat!)
Quote: Originally posted by zivadog on 12/8/2014I camped next to James the lunatic at Coopers,Edale last year,he goose stepped up and down,told me Margaret Thatcher had put out 7 black ops on him,wore a 6 inch cross round his neck and had padlocks on his tent,where he went to cast the Devil away through a certain stone.To survive the night I told him that my dog was an Israeli guard dog who would kill him if he looked at her but he kept coming over and shouting Israeli place names in the tent and running off!!! never slept a wink
This has made my evening.....having a low day today and this has really made me laugh...
Quote: Originally posted by tristy on 12/8/2014we haven't seen anything like that, but I have noticed that more and more folk are now playing guitars on site and some even singing, why?
Because they are happy?
I've been singing and playing my guitar for many years!
Oh dear...lol... perhaps you have a voice, however some folk don't