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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Monahawk" data-source="post: 3353110" data-attributes="member: 78905">My best mans parents were on that trip. His dad has since passed away, but his mum who I still contact now and then, still has nightmares about that trip. She was talking to one of the victims just seconds before the boat capsized.My worst incident happened at an old stomping ground of mine at Amberley Wild brooks in Sussex. Having frequented the place many times in my early birding days, I knew the place inside out and its many pitfalls, most notably the deep drainage ditches straddled with slippery and uneven pathways, which I was always wary of. I dreaded falling into one of these ditches and not being able to get out or summons help, as often the wildbrooks can be deserted of humans. And so came the day I did fall into one of these ditches. I slipped on some mud, my legs going like Billy The Whizz in all directions and I headed straight off the path and plunged in what seemed like slow motion into the turgid water. I seemed to recall as I was heading for the water thinking, ' I hope the bottom is solid'! Splash, in I went and then a pause and relief, the ditch bottom though muddy was solid and I didn't sink. Luckily too, I was near the bank so I was able to scramble out with nothing more than hurt pride, wet boots and trousers. Another thing I recall in this madness was a nearby little owl seemingly laughing at me as I stool momentarily shocked in the ditch.It was a long wet John Wayne type walk back to the car. Nobody was around and I was glad of that, as it looked like I had suffered a nasty accident in my trousers!! Si.</blockquote>

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