In reply to Post #7
I've been using this 4 nights a week for the past 6 weeks now. I'm 6'2” and 86kg.

Never once had back ache, the sleeping bag stays put nicely and you don't get a draft by leaving one side unzipped for a quick exit as it has, er, flaps.

The strap to close it up tight for transporting works well.

It's really well made and comfortable.

Easily the best bedchair I have owned in 30 years.

In reply to Post #98
fished til about midnight on the river loddon last night. mist descends about 10 across the fields, in the middle of nowhere and I was thinking about the story with the german. great.

swore to myself I wouldn't read this thread again..

In reply to Post #92
can the mods now delete this thread please I'm scared

In reply to Post #83
always wanted to fish redmire but think I might give it a swerve!

when I was young fishing on my own I used to take a big knife with me, I say knife it was more of a crocadille dundee style machete, 'thats not a knife, this a knife..'

20 years later I sleep with a stainless stick down the side of the bedchair. ghost stories might be scary but no one ever comes to physical harm, it's just a bit of gentle mental scarring.

having said that I do of course realise I will now be the first person to be mauled by a ghost this evening

In reply to Post #65
"in 1856 a infant of 3 had disapeared, and was later found in the lake by the mother"

I take it you haven't been back?

In reply to Post #57
Mr Bump - reckon I know what park lake you are on about - the platform through the woodland sounds familiar. Soooooooo many dodgy tales about that place, human sacrefices, voodooo **** etc.

absolutely no way it's the same place.

how can I be so sure?

because absolutely no way would I fish there in the first place if so!

In reply to Post #46
have been fishing a park lake where you can 'guest' one area by jumping over a hidden away gate and fishing from a platform. all the banks round it are unpassable woodland so quite a cosy and isolated spot.

you can't bivvy up as it's a platform but not worth it anyway as you have to set up in the dark and scoot off by 6am to miss the park police's early round. you're a little bit on edge as not meant to be there, but on the plus side neither is anyone else..

on a pitch black sat night at 2am I thought I heard someone way off down the bank and the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood up. on closer listening after a minute or so with my heart now thumping it actually sounded like a horse making it's way through the dense vegetation down the bank towards me. now, that was no usual route for anyone to take so something was up. there are never any horses about so could only think it was a particularly determined angler that was also coming to guest and completely lost his bearings and was struggling with his tackle through woodland.

I beeped the alarms and shouted hello to let them know someone was there, but they continued to make their way slowly along, ripping through the dense undergrowth.

it always seems far louder at night of course but in the middle of nowhere you do wonder what sort of person is walking through the undergrowth, not being in anyway subtle about it.

I had about 15 minutes of listening to the noise getting ever closer and ran through several options in my head wishing I never read Chris Yates stories about Redmire ghosts. Rationally I knew it wasn't an angler as they'd be more in tune to alarms and would have shouted back, plus no one else ever fished it anyway, but I also decided a killer probably wouldn't make so much racket and would take a more subtle approach, then again it could be police trying to catch me out.....arrrrgh just hurry up and get here

Facing the fact I was pretty much cornered and didn't fancy a jump in the lake to get out of a situation I grabbed the stainless bank stick and stood just out of sight off the little pathway from the woods that they would eventually make it through to. Thought the element of surprise would enable me to get the upper hand in the event of having to kick off.

The crashing got ever louder but then finally stopped dead quiet for a few moments. I heard something drop over the fence and come softly padding down the pathway towards me, who or what the **** was it coming towards me?

I waited til they were walking almost up to level with me and then silently slid out into sight.

I saw someone immediately crouch down and try to hide behind a bit of fence no more than 5 yards away

like in a cartoon when an elephant tries to hide behind a stick the daft **** almost made me laugh out loud it was so riduclous

slightly relieved he was obviously now ****ting himself more than me, I asked 'What are you doing?'

then someone who I can only describe as being a bit like my dad (but not) in a short sleeved t-shirt with something in a white carrier bag rose up and sheepishly replied

'exploring'

'Exploring?! You're not meant to be here' was all I could think to say it was so random, but he was already running back the way he came into the woods.

I was pretty relieved as although I'm 6' 2" and may have looked intimidating in a hoodie holding a metal bankstick I'm basically as hard as a leaf.

Thought about it a lot and absolutely **** knows what that character was upto. no way was he a carper, on his todd walking through thick undergrowth on a cold night in a t-shirt with a plastic carrier bag (head shape inside..) through brambles? Just weird.

I didn't sleep a wink as he might have made noise for Britain on the way in, he did not make a sound going out the way he came in. Not a sound.

I always rely on the fact that when you're out in the night on your own in the middle of nowhere any nutters will always think you are more mental than they are.

think that theory worked thank god.