Nice people thread part 6 - thrice by twice as nice :)

PasturesNew

zagubov wrote: »

Utter black - I couldn't tell ground from sky.

Leave the light on as much as you need. Don't worry about it being a beacon- nobody will know how many people are in the caravan!

Yeah, the proper countryside is utter, utter blackness. Can't see your own hand in front of your face.... and in the dark .... you know there's monsters right?

Yeah, I thought that, that they don't know how many are in it..... but loonies can't count and don't care.

lostinrates

I cannot remember the name of the very excellent service in london where you drive where you are going to, then at the appointed hour they turn up on a bike, which folds up or comes apart, they put that ion your boot and drive you home. Its an excellent idea. It annoys me i cannot remember the name.

lostinrates

PasturesNew wrote: »

Yeah, the proper countryside is utter, utter blackness. Can't see your own hand in front of your face.... and in the dark .... you know there's monsters right?

Yeah, I thought that, that they don't know how many are in it..... but loonies can't count and don't care.

God i miss that.


Did you sleep ok in the end pn?

vivatifosi

PasturesNew wrote: »

Yeah, I thought that, that they don't know how many are in it..... but loonies can't count and don't care.

You're safe, the loonies are in Hertfordshire. For the third consecutive Saturday we had the police helicopter overhead searching with their lights and making our light fittings shake from the vibration:mad::mad:.

PasturesNew

SingleSue wrote: »

...I was instantly alert (damn OCD and out of place noises),

I have that - and the super-heightened sense of odd smells (everything is always burning....). I called a gas man to a leak a few months ago and he said "I am totally stunned you could notice it...... my machine can barely pick it up".

SingleSue wrote: »

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Jasper was cleaning himself .. the sound of a cat washing himself.

Awww... licking his furry b4llz that DOES make a lot of noise though.

PasturesNew

lostinrates wrote: »

I cannot remember the name of the very excellent service in london where you drive where you are going to, then at the appointed hour they turn up on a bike, which folds up or comes apart, they put that ion your boot and drive you home. Its an excellent idea. It annoys me i cannot remember the name.

I've seen that on the telly.

http://www.scooterman.co.uk does it with a folding scooter, which was my memory (rather than bikes).

lostinrates

Scooter man, of course it is! Thanks pastures!

PasturesNew

lostinrates wrote: »

God i miss that.


Did you sleep ok in the end pn?

Kind of OK... I nodded off, then the torrential rain beating on the tincan roof woke me up... then I nodded off... and was eventually woken by some banging in the field as the cows' owner decided it was an ideal day to do something in the stable-like structure in the corner.

PasturesNew

If we ever meet ... I'll tell a little story about this location ..... it has 'recent history' .... and ... er ... loony/ne'er do well connections... connections that might return. And ... it doesn't help that I was also googling this address and murder last night ...



The address is known locally for its past activities, not its address.

lostinrates

lostinrates wrote: »

I cannot remember the name of the very excellent service in london where you drive where you are going to, then at the appointed hour they turn up on a bike, which folds up or comes apart, they put that ion your boot and drive you home. Its an excellent idea. It annoys me i cannot remember the name.

PasturesNew wrote: »

Kind of OK... I nodded off, then the torrential rain beating on the tincan roof woke me up... then I nodded off... and was eventually woken by some banging in the field as the cows' owner decided it was an ideal day to do something in the stable-like structure in the corner.

Oh gos, it sounds heavenly! I can understand why you would be unnerved but, wow. I am. A bit envious. We keep sayiong we will go and sleep in the dutch barn in the hope of a summer storm, but then it seems too exhausting to drage duvets out there and haul me up on top of the hay.