I had a very odd experience here in the seventies. I was camping with a few friends. We had a habit of rolling a few joints and sticking them in the pole ready for the morning. It was summer and dawn came early. We got up at around five-thirty, sparked up the spliffs, and made our way down a track through a pine wood. Upon rounding a bend we were confronted by a really peculiar pair of individuals. They seemed to have been in their seventies or eighties. Both were dressed in wellingtons, oilskins and sou'westers. They each had a brown backpack. They were facing each other, about ten yards apart at the extremity, and were marching past each other. They then did an about-turn and marched the other way. Despite our curious attention, they just carried on about their marching with completely expressionless faces. We carried on walking, wondering what the hell these two characters were doing in the middle of nowhere at that time of the morning. On our return, some five minutes later, they were gone. Looking back, their faces looked very much like those rubber masks you can get these days. I'm hoping that, perhaps, it might have been the SAS taking the mick out of a bunch of stoned teenagers. If not, I'm at a loss to explain it.
Whoops....nice shot. Sorry, I got carried away.Nigel.