by Caberfeidh » Sun Aug 19, 2012 1:39 pm
Reminds me of a time camping with Big Dave From Newcastle in the Ooter Hebrides. We pitched by the shore on the west coast of Lewis, ate some dinner, beach-combed and lazed around resting with a beer. The radio news announced thunder storms over Glasgow, but our skies were clear, the sun set in a blaze of glory, and all was well with the world. Suddenly the sky went dark, vast anvil-shaped black storm-clouds piled up and thunder rent the air. The ground shook. I know this because I was lying in my sleeping bag trying to burrow into the ground using only my abdomenal muscles, in stark terror. Big Dave got up and and got out of the tent. As he did so, a lightning bolt arced between cliff and cloud behind him, down the coast a bit. I pointed out that the pile of billy cans at the door of the tent might attract lightning. He picked up the billy cans and asked in panic-stricken tones where he should put them. I , no less panicked, suggested a small hillock a bit away from us. Big Dave obligingly carried the steel lightning-attractants to the hillock. "Will I just leave them here?" he asked.
"No", I replied; "Hold them above your head!"
He chucked them, ran back to the tent, and we survived the night unfrazzled...