Apologies for the hiatus - it's been three months since my last post. A whole season! It's not that I haven't been anywhere this summer - far from it. Plenty of local camps and a couple further afield - but more on that later.
Early August saw me on a long two day Vespa trip to South Wales and back. A scenic affair which finally allowed me clear views of The Brecon Beacons, but unfortunately a sad one too, prompted by my Aunty passing away, her funeral being held in Aberdare. This was the same Aunty I mentioned in this entry last Easter, so I feel very guilty that I didn't make more of an effort to spend time with her back then.
On the camping front, there were a couple of three day work trips to The Peak District, helping out on the silver Duke of Edinburgh award. The first was during what one highly experienced DofE instructor described as 'the worst June weather I've ever seen round here' (Storm Miguel - some of the 6th formers gave up and called their mums to pick them up...) whist the other was hot and sunny. Both were great fun, thanks largely to the company of some very sound colleagues.
As for my own off piste camping exploits, here are some of the highlights :
Bike Packing Tryout - May
This was technically late spring but worth a mention. It was the same Eccleshall field I'd been to a couple of times before, only I decided to cycle there as the weather was fine and I'd just bought some panniers for my bike.
It was an experiment with what they call 'bikepacking' although of course I wasn't going all that far. Very satisfying to get everything off my shoulders and into the panniers though, and I managed to make myself quite comfortable with the DD Tarp in a 'tent' configuration.
Despite wearing shorts for the ride, I was glad I'd packed thermals as the temperature plummeted overnight, frosting up the tarp and bivvy for the last time before summer. Then by noon the following day I was back sweltering in shorts at the local beer garden. This country is like sub Saharan Africa sometimes - extreme!
Solstice Woodland Bivvy - June
I'd been lucky in gaining permission from another local landowner around this time, in some lovely secluded woods. I fancied the idea of waking up outdoors on the longest day, which was a Friday. So Thursday night I trundled off via the pub, reasoning that I had as much daylight as it's possible to get for once! On arriving however I was a bit gutted to see how overgrown with nettles and brambles everywhere was - so I spent a good hour creating a clearing on a flat spot. This put me behind on the main task - setting up a new small tarp/bivvy combo and collecting/processing wood to cook the lamb steaks and curry I had brought along. I just about managed it and in the late darkness I enjoyed the messy indulgence of the pink, flame grilled lamb all the more for the hard work.
It was a shock how many proper mosquitoes there were trying to ravage me though - I really didn't think we got them around these parts, but they are certainly thriving and very aggressive! Despite spraying with the recommended DEET napalm-like product, and keeping all but hands and face covered, they somehow still managed to make a right mess of my legs and lower back. My summer sleeping bag has a bug net built in luckily - but that meant they were buzzing a few millimeters from my ears trying to get at me all night. Most off putting!
A VERY early start as of course dawn was around 5am, plus I had to be at work same as usual. So all in all a bit rushed and not a lot of chilling time, but still a good experience. I managed to make a video too which outlines some of the kit I used.
Horsey Bivvy No 1 - June
Another spur of the moment school night job, taking advantage of the longer evenings. I headed off from home after tea with a small rucksack, bivvy, groundsheet and wine.It was the same location as my 'Kip In A Hedge After The Pub' last December - the one 10 mins from home with the cheeky horses. The absence of a tarp meant I had my first night falling asleep staring directly at a starry sky - magic!
The 'osses didn't disappoint and I was woken by them towering over me at dawn... Home by 6:30 for coffee and brekkie, then straight to work a bit bleary eyed - unfortunately summer camping means even less sleep!
A return to 'Bluebell Wood' - July
A tent based job, all be it the trusty coffin of the Ionosphere, this time with a small tarp attached as a porch, and draped in camo net. I was initially aiming for the same location as Easter's Bluebell Wood camp, but once again summer growth meant that nettles, brambles and (especially) bracken made it impossible to get to. The ferns did however provide good natural cover for a stealth camp. I was really chuffed with this little set up, not to mention the pan fried lamb I rustled up for tea.
Rainy Woodland - July
6 weeks off work - get in!!!
And then the rain starts...
Back to the clearing I made on the Solstice, this time in rather different weather - an exceptionally wet spell that lasted a few days. A very similar setup, but using the bigger tarp so that I had more chance of keeping the stuff dry, plus I had finally bought a British Army Goretex bivvy bag, which I was dying to try out. It's a lot more roomy and robust than my lightweight Snugpak one (which is still excellent, I must say) and I slept very well, mozzies aside!
Essentially a masochistic exercise in walking, setting up, and managing a camp in very wet weather, I did keep dry throughout. In fact it was downright cosy under the tarp at night in the warm glow of a new candle lantern. This was fitted with a cintronella candle to try and help ward off the bugs, but by morning there were three or four mozzies which had actively climbed in and got stuck in the wax - seems they can't resist it!
I'd heard folk talk of how nice the sound of rain on a tarp at night can be, and they are right - presuming you are tucked under it of course.
Father and Son Peak District Camp
After months of nagging, and a few missed windows of weather, I finally dragged my 13 year old son on a proper hilltop wild camp, to the exact same spot (Axe Edge) I'd gone to on the Vespa back in March, although we took the bus and attempted a much longer walk (15 miles or so over 2 days).
What swung it was his interest in doing the DofE with school next year. It's an expensive job, that - over 200 quid - and I reasoned that he should come along with his old Dad for a taster of the 'expedition' aspect before we commit - as he may hate it!
He certainly didn't like walking with a heavy (10kg) pack on his narrow back for a few miles up hill and down dale, but seemed to quite enjoy the camp itself, and wasn't phased by being up on a moor miles from anywhere. He had his own very capable little tent - a Vango Nevis 100, which costs 10% what my Hilleberg did - but which performed perfectly. The weather turned bad during the night but he took a brooding and ominous day 2 walk into Buxton all in his stride. He gave the whole experience 8/10 - result!
The walk and camp were again edited into a Youtube vid :
Horsey Bivvy No 2 - August
Fresh off the success of getting one of my kids out, I managed the unthinkable - persuading his older sister (15) out too! Only for a day camp at the horsey field again mind. A few sunny hours cooking bacon and cheese oatcakes.
I on the other hand was determined to sleep out so bought the necessary kit. I even bought spares of everything in the hope I would tempt at least one of them to stay too, but they didn't bite and left at teatime. As it happens, this was for the best as about 10 mins latter it started chucking it down, and didn't stop until nearly midnight - which saw me huddled under a very small tarp configuration to keep dry. The British Army Bivvy worked brilliantly when it came to bedtime though - I was still bone dry in the morning.
This last camp takes up most of the second half of this vid, which also contains clips of a few of the other summer camps mentioned. (*WARNING* - Contains gratuitous shots of sizzling lamb...)
The final week of the summer hols saw both kids going (ironically, and slightly infuriatingly) off to France for a camping holiday with their Uncle, Aunts, and cousins. The wife was at work, and although I was invited, everyone knew that a busy campsite with loads of facilities wasn't really for Dad. I had to drop the kids off in Devon where my Mum and sister live in order for them to get a ferry from Plymouth, so I decided I would stay with my old Mum in Exmouth for the week, until they got back.
I took a rucksack full of camping gear with me in the hope I may sneak in a camp whilst there.
Would I have any luck? Would the weather play ball? You'll have to read part 2 to find out...
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