This is the fiftieth anniversary of an odd event which I experienced during a family holiday in Scotland.
We were in the middle of our annual caravan tour through the Scottish highlands. We were in Perthshire at the time. To be exact, we were on a caravan
site in the Carse of Gowrie (an excellent road atlas was providing these local details). We had visited Glamis Castle the previous day. Our next
planned move was to drive up into the Pass of Drummochtar and spend the night in the lay-by which we christened “wild sheep country”.
I was sitting, reading in the caravan, while my father and my brother had gone off to the camp shop for the usual supplies (newspapers, certainly, and
probably bread and milk). Being impatient for them to return so that we could get on with the day, I looked out of the window and saw them coming
near. That was satisfactory, so I returned to my book.
Several minutes passed, and they had not arrived on the scene, so I looked out again. Nobody was in sight. “Funny
, I thought” (in my best
Dudley Moore voice), and I returned to the book.
After several more minutes, I looked out for a third time, and there they were again. A few moments later, they were clattering up the steps and into
the van, which is what I had been expecting the first time.
The odd event was something which I noticed at once and recorded on the day.
I had seen them approaching twice, and the two images were identical.
Not only did they have the same appearance, side by side, with what they were carrying, but they had also reached the same point on the ground.
It was as if the first picture was a “preview” of the second.
I believe there’s a German or Scandinavian word for this kind of experience. I discovered one, once, but haven’t been able to track it down
I may as well add that the event had no consequences. It wasn’t an omen of anyone’s death, and it wasn’t the first of many similar
It was just something mildly puzzling.
edit on 19-8-2018 by DISRAELI because: (no reason given)