I adore camping, I really do, but I also love waking up in a nice, comfy bed. It's also fucking lovely having a lie in because you don't have to set an alarm on account of the fact you're not meant to have pitched a tent where you pitched it. Being clean is also a [...]
Acceptably slopey is the new flat but you'll still end up crumpled at the bottom of the tent, waking up every hour to claw your way back up your mat. I didn't sleep too well last night, neither of us did, and we were both too lazy to heat up water for a Mug Shot [...]
We woke up to drizzle. It wasn't meant to be drizzling but here we were. Tarrant said I'd angered the weather gods because I said yesterday's rain felt like they couldn't be arsed. It's not my fault the weather gods are lazy and didn't manage to fit all of yesterday's rain into 24 hours. Mincing [...]
I think my poor diet has finally caught up with me, you could pebble dash a wall with my arse this morning. Walking on a shingle beach is hard enough without having to do so whilst clenching, and I didn't know at the time if the toilets would be open or not. I waddled like [...]
We swapped the sounds of the sea for the sounds of the A35 last night but to be fair, once I'm drifting off, as long as the noise is steady my brain can't differentiate and it lulls me to sleep anyway. I slept so fucking well too! It helps being tucked away and not on [...]
When we camped on the cliffs at Osmington my brain took that lovely sound of the waves below crashing on the rocks and decided we were sleeping next to a motorway. Thanks, brain. Last night brain figured out we were on a beach and wasn't a dick about it. Didn't try to convince me we [...]
I've been getting cold at night and given the general badassery of my kit that really shouldn't happen. I was lovely and warm when we camped at the YHA in Lulworth and it was actually colder so the only thing I can think is that my sleeping bag isn't being given enough time to loft. [...]
We fully intended to get around the whole of Portland today, emerge triumphant from the other side then head a few miles away where we thought we might be able to bag a quiet wild camp. There'd be nothing on Portland to distract us, it was probably flat and really boring, a bona fide piece [...]
Our plan today was to camp before Weymouth which would mean a super short day of ten miles or so. We didn't really want to go further as that would commit us to going through the town then all the way down the road into Portland, then fuck knows how far into the Isle of [...]
I'm so glad we decided to take today off. Not only are my poor, battered legs a bit stiff today but my arms are bloody killing me, probably from where I was using my poles to drag my unwilling carcass up hills and clinging onto various fences for dear, sweet life. I think I have [...]
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