Welcome to the campfire, short tales of paranormal mystery that live in the space between Tuesday cases.

Rory, have you ever heard of the Solway man?

The Solway man? No, I haven't.

I'm not surprised. I hadn't heard of it not that long ago either.

Not only because Solway sounds like Temu's version of a Segway, but it is a place here in the UK.

It all started on a beautiful summer's day in 1964 almost exactly 60 years ago in Solway, Cumbria in the north of England.

Jim Templeton and his daughter Elizabeth were on a picturesque daddy daughter day out,

walking amongst the grass in Berg Marsh, just a couple of miles from the Scottish border.

They picked a place to sit and relax and maybe have a bit of a picnic. The whole

thing was idyllic. Elizabeth had a fistful of flowers and was wearing a new

dress. Jim just had to get some pictures. Oh yeah, look, hey, I have never experienced the pure joy of a daughter daddy day out,

but I'm assuming there's ice cream involved.

A swing set in there at some point. Flowers being picked, the birds are singing. It's just a beautiful, beautiful moment.

Right, and it's 1964, so there's no Twitter, no Instagram, no smartphones kind of clawing for your attention like they are today because me on a daddy daughter day out in 2024 my screen time is 22 and a half hours a day.

Wow, that's really worrying.

It's not leaving a ton of real estate for my daughter to kind of get my attention

because I got to sleep sometime.

And there's only an hour and a half in the day for me to sleep so sorry sweetheart.

She's like daddy I drew you this picture you're like tweet it at me tweet it at me and I

maybe I'll see it but I don't know if I'll even have time Jesus. Yeah sorry sweet I've had to stop reading my

dms I've had to stop reading there's too many it's too many because it's you it's listeners

of the podcast and well that's work so honestly sometimes they are above your messages it is true you're

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