Paul Forbes; Peter and Iain Hoffmann Stobo 18th July 1972
Normally the problem with camping in Scotland is the weather; people often get washed out and have to give up and go home. Ironically we’ve had some difficulty with the weather too but for the opposite reason. We’ve chosen one of those very rare occasions when Scotland has a heatwave so it’s been a mixed blessing.
This week is the hottest summer I can recall with the temperature in the eighties. It’s become so hot that most of us have begun to suffer from heatstroke.
Alison Blades and my brother Iain aren’t feeling great at all so I went down to the wee phone box at Stobo and phoned Nana. Fortunately Gaga was able to drive over with Nana and Aunt Heather from Portobello to transport the two of them back home to Oxgangs. Alison in particular was suffering. I’ve been feeling crap and have just been sick.
Alison and Fiona Blades; Paul Forbes; Peter and Iain Hoffmann with our grandparents Stobo 18th July 1972
However in between we’ve had a great time, up early with the light and staying up late into the evening sitting around our camp-fire before turning in for the evening after games of Trumps and talking. And before we all drift off to sleep inside the tent the craic is always good with much story telling, nonsense and hilarity.
And then being awoken in the morning by the sounds of birdsong with the only sound during the night the gentle plashing of water as it lapped against the small pebbles but once or twice during the night there would be a strange sound or screech which broke the silence - What was that? - but we've felt safe and secure in one another's company and soon fall back to sleep.
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