Anonymous

Fareham, Hants. UK

Retired but still busy.

A few years back I had purchased an expensive new SLR camera and wished to try it out whilst to a from various locations whilst on other business, the travel involving train journeys. I had deliberately packed the camera carefully into a non-descript backpack.

On the homeward journey and having had to rush for a train due to road traffic hold ups and the post Hatfield accident rail chaos (the train I caught was, unusually the last that evening) I suffered a cardiac arrest as the train moved off. I did not appreciate what was happening to me and those near in the carriage kept well away probably thinking my gyrations were those of a drunk etc.

Two stops later I managed to gather my wits and back pack, exited the train and promptly collapsed on the platform.

The back pack stayed with me, this I knew because knowledge of its contents kept me alert and pevented me taking the easy path into sleep, from which I would probably not have awakened.

The paramedics who attended, and the station staff who did a stirling job at the scene, were all puzzled about my repeated request as to the wherabouts of my back pack.

Think, you never know what turns the day may bring. Using a non-descript back pack makes sense.