New years day 87, we were snowed in at a
bunkhouse in Glencoe in the Scottish Highlands.
Later in the day we got the word, the road had
reopened. We jumped into the car and headed
for home.
Not long into the journey whilst crossing
Rannoch Moor, a notorious accident black spot,
the car skidded off the road.
It was totally dark as the car rolled over and
over for what seemed an age, eventually
coming to a rest on its roof.
The funny thing was, there was no fear, just
an acceptance of, this is it, goodbye cruel world.
The fear came when we realised, just one wrong
move and maybe the car would start rolling again.
We managed to climb out of the windows and in
the darkness, covered in mud and blood, scrambled
back up to the road.
A lucky escape i wouldnt want to repeat in a hurry.