A few weeks ago, something rather unpleasant happened while we were camping on Islay. I’ve not talked about this much. I found it quite disturbing at the time, and — because it happened in a place I am very fond of, while engaged in an activity that I love — I’ve not really wanted to mention it here either. I didn’t want to put anyone off either Islay, or camping. But, thinking about it, I realise that anyone who likes either the place or the activity isn’t likely to be put off.
We were camping here.
It is a great spot. We camp here every year. We occasionally see other tents, and it is a familiar and accepted place for wild camping. We are always quiet and considerate of the wonderful environment we camp in. But on our last night on the island, three local lads saw fit to hurl stones at us from the top of the outcrop that you can see on the left.
Here is one of the many stones they threw. As you can see, it is not a small stone, and if it had hit either of us it would have caused serious injury. We were lucky that the only injury was to our tent.
While Tom went to find the police, and to stop what was going on, the lads continued to hurl rocks at the tent and me. I could hear stones thudding, and fabric ripping about me. I’m sure you can understand why I found the whole thing quite disturbing.
Now, being predictably geeky types when it comes to outdoor equipment, we have decent gear, and our tent was a decent one. It was badly torn in many places. We are waiting for our insurers to replace it. Meanwhile, we have a trip planned. I had to fix it. To be frank, I have been putting this off — I didn’t really want to examine the holes those stones had made too closely. But this afternoon, I steeled myself for the task, and repaired it.
I cut out patches from the bag that holds the tent (made of the same waterproof rip-stop fabric as the tent itself) stitched them securely behind each tear with a double seam, and then carefully oversewed the sides of each tear to its corresponding patch. I found myself in immense sympathy with anyone who has to stitch textiles in any sort of industrial quantity for for a living. Feeding something this size through the machine is no fun at all. I had radio 3 on, and the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra were playing Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring. The whole thing felt a bit manaical.
But after a couple of hours, several broken needles, a lot of swearing, and some sticky wrestling with a tube of seam sealant, I have managed to recreate an eminently serviceable tent. Hoo-fookin-rah! I honestly feel appreciably better. I was never angry at the stone throwers — what they did was silly, it was senseless, and it was quite dangerous too — but all one can say about that is that the young are often senseless. However, I did feel bad on the tent’s behalf. Perhaps it was doing some of my hurting for me. In any case, repairing it has certainly had a restorative effect on me too. As in many other situations, there is a lot to be said for the therapeutic powers of stitching. So we’ll be off again in a few days time for some walking, and some wild camping. I’ll see you in a week or so.
If it happened here (Long Island, New York) I’d say that the teens probably were doing something illegal (smoking pot) and didn’t want you happening on it so they figured they’d chase you away from their favorite hangout place. It is unsettling when these dark occurrences come in to an otherwise happy life. I had a robbery and a separate incident of vandalism over the summer and it took me a while to get over it. In fact, I still feel bitter.
LikeLike
Having read your story in the Ileach (I was born and brought up there), I was surprised to come across your blog totally by accident (through the Dorset Cereals site!) on the very day you posted this story. As someone who knows and loves going home to Islay, as well as being someone who loves to camp, I’m really shocked at what happened to you. I hope it won’t put you off going back to Islay and I hope that the reaction to your story has hit home with the perpretators (if the police haven’t already done so).
LikeLike
How scary. Glad you weren’t hurt.
Thrilled you’ve climbed back on the bike, as it were. Happy campingX
LikeLike
Sometimes I do not understand what is going on in their minds
I would like to send you some tape for seam sealing
you can manage this on your iron board – I will send you
instructions as well – I have done this on many times on Scouts hiking tents
LikeLike
Glad to hear you have had a restorative session on the sewing machine, and you are all ready for another adventure. Enjoy your holiday.
C
LikeLike
Well done for repairing such an awkward tear! I can hardly believe that happened on Islay- i’ve not been there myself but have always thought it a peaceful place – how disappointing for you – glad you’ve not been deterred from going camping.
LikeLike
Botheration! Glad your can-do attitude over any thoughts of revenge and paybacks, which is where I would’ve gone with it.
In other news–saw posters advertising the lecture of a certain industrious lass on our campus and got super excited!
LikeLike
I sympathize on both the camping and sewing fronts. Before kids, we did a lot of ‘wild’ camping (in Australia we call it bush camping) and while we never experienced any serious incidents I had friends who did and it made me aware of my vulnerability. Especially since we did a fair amount of camping in the serious wilderness – 100s of kilometers from anywhere or anyone. I think you’d like camping here! Taking on the challenge of repair is also a mighty task, impressive. Large and awkward sewing is an undertaking well beyond the stitches.
LikeLike
Well done with the tent repairs. I don’t know if I would have managed such a good solution.
LikeLike
I’m impressed that you got out the sewing machine… my tent has been waiting for seam sealant for the last month or so. I’m being quite lazy and using a tarp in the mean time, but as the weather turns colder I’m getting more motivated!
LikeLike
Such a horrible thing to happen to you two. I think that lads (and probably girls too) can be really thoughtless. In your position would have wanted to hurl a few rocks back again but definitely wisest not to. Hope the repairs stand up well to your next trip and wish you a much happier experience.
LikeLike
Wow–I sure would have been angry. They could have killed you! A very large gold star for wrassling all that through the sewing machine!
LikeLike
Thank goodness you weren’t hurt. I hope the police were able to do something about the boys, they deserve to be cautioned at the very least.
LikeLike
ohhhh that story brought back memories of a camping trip some 35 years ago…
where local teens hurled not only stones but firecrackers…
I was camping in Colorado outside of Aspen with a friend and we felt like we were in a war zone…
Being two young girls we were afraid to even get out of the tent because we did not know how many of them were out there..they were sort of on a bluff above us..
drinking and laughing. We also thought if we didn’t get out of the tent they would think it empty and give up sooner…
it went on for over an hour..and then they left us alone. It was pre-newfangled tent materials..we had a canvas tent..and it held up well!
We still talk and laugh about it…but that night it certainly wasn’t fun
LikeLike
I found your ordeal upsetting and quite shocking, but I am glad that neither you or Tom were injured. My husband and I just returned from a week long camping trip with our daughters; the possibility of having something like that happen while we were camping never even occurred to me. Usually it’s raccoons, coyotes, and bears that we’re worried about coming into our tents, not large rocks hurled by idiots. (We usually camp in Northern Minnesota) I am glad that you were able to repair your tent; having had to make some of my own repairs to one of our tents on my sewing machine before, I sympathize with your struggles. Before this last trip I had a large rip to repair on one of our tents (a large branch broke off of an overhanging tree limb and tore the roof of the tent)and the prospect of struggling with a tent and sewing machine was not something I was looking forward to, luckily my husband found some wonderful tent repair tape, it worked like a charm. The repair tape is clear, so it’s virtually invisible and it held up through almost a week’s worth of rain without leaking.
I hope that you have a good time on this next trip and I’m looking forward to seeing the pictures.
LikeLike
Geez, that’s horrid. It’s good to hear it hasn’t put you off camping though. I hope you both have a much nicer time on this trip!
LikeLike
Good for you for posting your experience on your blog. I agree with Armin. Hopefully these young lads and their parents will by now have read of how their ignorance has upset a lot of people. If I lived in such a beautiful place and my son behaved so appallingly, he would be made to stand in front of his community and make good! He would also have to take responsibility and help repair all damage done. These boys are lucky that you were so forgiving, despite the hurt it caused. Hopefully they will have been sufficiently embarrassed by the comments of strangers to learn from their error. They really need to be made accountable for the bad PR they have brought upon their community. Let’s hope they have already begun to feed their energies into doing good rather than bad and will be more considerate from now on.
LikeLike
I am glad your repair work went some way towards spiritual restoration following the horrors of the stone attack.
It sounds like a frightening experience and your diplomacy and practical approach are admirable. Hurrah for the mended tent!
LikeLike
My daughter Laura was walking through a park not far from home when some young lads followed her shouting filthy comments. She rang her partner who jumped on his bike and went to her aid. He rode straight past Laura, grabbed one of the lads and pulled him to the ground. I think the element of surprise and the fact that her partner is 32 soon had this miscreant crying whilst his mates looked helplessly on. Laura said she felt really guilty but I said maybe they had been taught a lesson. I am very mild mannered but have used my Geordie accent to great effect when necessary to scare people off. ‘How Yee’ ha ha.
LikeLike
Scary! I think I would have let the man guard the tent…!
LikeLike
Blimey, glad you’re ok! At a festival once some lads started holding lighters up to our tent (while we were in it!), I’m not sure if they were trying to melt it or what. I’d have been far too scared to confront them if we hadn’t been in the middle of a field full of people:/
Well done for not being scared away from doing something you love:)
LikeLike
Really glad that you were physically unharmed. To help with any residual mental scarring, I send you psychic hugs and much metaphysical sticky-toffee pudding with ice cream. (If I lived near you, I’d bake the real stuff.) Take care!
LikeLike
I am sorry that you had a bad camping experience. We camp in many isolated places in Australia and this sort of thing hangs in the back of my mind if we are anywhere near a village or local road.
Congrats on repairing your tent, back in my student days I made a canvas tent and bike panniers on a domestic sewing machine never thinking it wasn’t possible LOL! They lasted for many a trip.
LikeLike
Wishing you a much more peaceful getaway this time around!
That camping place does look magical though (minus the rock throwers, of course!)
LikeLike
I love to sew but a project like this would have made me cower in the corner. More power to you that you didn’t get angry at the boys.
LikeLike
I’m so sorry to hear about your trouble. I agree that anger would be a very appropriate response, but I’m glad you’re trying to stay positive. Fortunately I haven’t had any close encounters with teenaged hoodlums, but hearing stories like this always makes me wonder what their parents are up to instead of giving their children a proper upbringing.
LikeLike
This is an unbelievable and infuriating account. I’m very glad that no bodily harm came to you guys. Really, hoodlums having fun is not strong enough (or accurate) description of these people who were intending to hurt you.
On a positive note, good job on fixing your tent. Although, I hope your insurance does replace it. You might need to put a tent within a tent the next time you camp there.
LikeLike
well done for fixing the tent – it’s sad that people can stoop to such a pathetic level as to throw rocks at complete strangers for no reason!
LikeLike
I agree with Mr. Puffy. Dangerous activity should not be ignored. Would you let your own child get away with this kind of “pastime”? How would they ever learn? And I would also be one of those to “fix” the tent with duct tape. You are in a class by yourself, Kate. And I mean that in a good way. And I love your owl design. One day when I learn cables and lace and am a “real” knitter…
LikeLike
Glad to hear you’re off camping again Kate. If you find yourself in Assynt pop by for a cuppa.
LikeLike
I must say, you are a better person than I am. Not only would I have been very angry with those hoodlums, but I would’ve simply repaired the tent with duct tape.
LikeLike
What a horrible thing to happen, particularly in such an idyllic place that means so much to you! Did the police have any idea who it was?
Enjoy your next trip.
LikeLike
so sorry to hear about your experience, and i’m glad to hear that the tent was the only damage done. was throwing stones at folks just their (foolish) idea of fun, or were they actively trying to scare / hurt you, did you or tom find out?
it’s hard to imagine that it would NOT occur to someone that such big stones can hurt; in which case, it would be really disturbing if they were “just” having “fun”.
so sorry. and i’m amazed at how calm you are.
LikeLike
Nasty. Very glad to read you weren’t hurt, and very impressed with repairs!
LikeLike
I think you were right in publishing it, with a bit of luck the boys who did this or their parents will see the damage they’ve done and be ashamed of their actions.
Just in case you aren’t aware, your letter to The Ileach has been published in the latest issue. I was quite saddened when I read it, even more so now that I find out it was you.
LikeLike
Good God – if it had been me, I would have pulled out my revolver and let out a round or two. I am no disciple of the carpenter, I guess. Criminy, I’m glad you guys weren’t hurt! One of those rocks to your head could have put you out of commission. We all want to know – did the boys get away? I’m guessing the wee bastards did. Yep, no love for the stupid and the wicked here. Oh well.
LikeLike
Not surprised so many needles broke – but the repair job would have absorbed lots of negative energy. And I’d have felt ‘obligated’ to at least attempt to repair and reuse before replacing.
Sorry it was such a nasty experience for you.
LikeLike
That is such a terrible story. What is wrong with kids these days…they absolutely feral! I’m glad you weren’t injured though and that it hasn’t put you off of camping. Did the police ever get them? Good for you for not holding any resentments. God, if it was me, I would have been up that hill after them…with a big ‘ol stick!
(by the way…I work in clothing production and I have sewn stuff in industrial size and quantities before. Once I had a job sewing these huge heavy hessian rugs. I have even had a job sewing tents believe it or not…and it is bloody hard work…I’m amazed you were able to do it on a domestic machine!) x
LikeLike
Thanks goodness the stones didn’t hit either of you. I’d have been a she bear and been beyond angry with the foolishness of the kids. Good for you for being so forgiving.
LikeLike
I felt rather sad to read about your experience and am very impressed by your forgiving attitude and your repair skills! I don’t think it would have crossed my mind to attempt such a repair.
LikeLike
I have to say that anger at those boys, I think, would be an appropriate emotion. When someone is doing something so obviously dangerous and with malicious intent there should be anger. These youngsters need to face up to their actions and I hope they are caught. It’s merely fortuitous that only your tent was injured.
I do applaud that you have not allowed the incident to spoil your enjoyment of camping, and, I think sharing what happened is appropriate and hopefully shedding light on the incident will prevent a reoccurrence.
LikeLike
I’m impressed at how calm you are about it. If it had happened to me, I would have chased after those dorks myself. Maybe even throwing rocks at them to get them to stop. But who knows what physical damage may have occurred to me in the process – clearly I’m quicker to anger than you… I’m glad that you weren’t hurt and I hope it never happens again. Were the police able to apprehend the lads?
LikeLike
Blast, how well I can understand how you feel! Over the past two weeks I have had to pick up shattered glasses from the front of my house as some lad (I can only presume) has been having a good time trying to crash my window. I ended up with glass confetti all over the car instead, which is parked in the drive. And, of course, I am both annoyed and a little scared, because I haven’t seen him and do not know who to contact about it. It’s not like I live in some gun-wielding estate either…! Have a good time on the next trip and well done on the repairs despite the shattering of needles. I broke my first one yesterday and I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know they could BREAK! I am new to sewing you see…!
LikeLike
I’m glad you’re both (relatively) unscathed and feeling better! Have a good trip (I’m surviving this summer by holidaying vicariously, so I really mean that :)
LikeLike
A disconcerting incident, to say the least. I’m glad you were able to process it through stitching: healing both yourself and the poor tent.
LikeLike