Feeing Sheepish
I too have suffered my way through Bronze, Silver and Gold Edinburgh awards, and some of the stories they've left me with are ones I've tried to repress to avoid mental scars.

There was the time on Gold that I was suffering the monthly visit, as well as a severe case of the squits from drinking skanky ditch water as our filtration pump broke.
I can't GO there, not even for QOTW.
Just imagine five days of hell and makeshift clothes made from carrier bags and bin liners.

There was the time on silver that my friend was convinced she could hold on for four days without a poo until we got to the public loos on the last day.
They were closed.
She shat herself on the minibus home.

One of my Favourite stories though, is one that occurred on the Bronze walk.

We were young and inexperienced at all things relating to long walks, especially the thought of 'expressing ourselves' in the great outdoors.
I was walking with a good friend of mine, whose identity I'll protect by calling Blondie.
Blondie is a lovely girl, but not the smartest, so when we work up on the morning of the second day she refused to used the 'bucket in isolated tent' that served as the campsite lav.
I think she was hoping that we'd find somewhere nicer along the way.
It being Snowdonia, with none of us able to map read enough to stay on route let alone find a WC, there wasn't much chance of that.

It got to lunch time, and Blondie wasn't in a good way. The thought of letting go in a field seemed more and more appealing, so as we packed up after out meal, we packed her off with a loo roll to the other side of a nearby hedge.

Some time passed, and we began to wonder what was going on.
More time passed, and we began to get a little concerned.
After what felt like half a century of this, I decided to go and investigate.

On walking towards the edge, I could hear the sound of hysterical crying.
"Blondie? Are you alright?"
Sniff. Wail. "Nooooooooooo!!".
"What is it?"
Sob. "I want to go home!!"
"What's...happaned?"
...
Snuffle. "I'm too embarrased to say."
"Really, what is it?"
...
... ...
...
Sob. "I can't go, there's sheep LOOKING at me!"
( Completely Underwhelmed, Wed 2 Apr 2008, 8:04, closed)

Haha!
Why the fuck was she traipsing around the countryside in the first place.

I have trouble with peeing or pooing in the countryside and I really have to be desperate to do so but as for being watched by sheep *laughs* What did she think they were going to do?
( big-girl's-blouse Wake me up when it's January, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 9:46, closed)