“Waaaa! Spiders!!!!” I didn’t sleep a wink. The side effects of being zipped up to the max in my 750 weight goose down sleeping bag, to hamper the impending invasion, meant me sweating out what seemed like 10 liters of fairly essential fluids.. But I didn’t care. As long as those hobbley, peggy leggy, big kneed, big toothed, bog eyed, hairy tickley evil bastard spiders did get up my nightie! Even if it meant that all that was left of me when Cookie unzipped me in the morning were the shriveled, wrinkly, remnants of an accidental self-mummification. All essential organs pre-pickled in rum.
“Let’s get the **** out of here I mumbled. Waking up before Cookie for the very first time, ever. Bag packed and shoes on, just after sunrise, we escaped up into the hills. And I prayed that the next hut might be of a better vintage! Or have a floor and walls at least ;)
I didn’t realise until this holiday how scared Nicky was of spiders, I’m no fan of them myself but losing a nights sleep because you’ve seen one doesn’t make any sense to me? It’s not just spiders she’s scarred of, it’s where they might be – she doesn’t like grass, “there might be spiders hiding in there!” We have to stop for lunch on stone or gravel so she can see what’s coming. I always walk ahead to collect all the spider webs strung across the path in my big beard, she doesn’t like webs either. Then there’s animal shit, you’d of thought she’d never seen a cow pat before.. but that’s another story!
This ghostly shot is a long exposure of me and Nicky moving about the hut for extra creepiness.
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