Rode over to ali and jezza...bike weighed a ton on the back with the gear on it...had a 'what am I doing here?' moment as I struggled to get my tent on the top of the rack using the bungee...this is the detail that I clearly don't know yet but will need to know it to feel confident...felt exhilarated on the road once i realized that there was enough space for my feet to pedal .
Funny to laugh at the smallest victories which removes one of the small concerns in my head only to be replaced with other concerns that spring into my mind....
Well I am in my tent for my first night out under the stars...sleeping bag is nice and soft. The mat doesn't seem to be as comfortable as I thought at this stage which is a little worrying...I'm sure it must be more buoyant than this flat hard thin piece of skin!
I'm interested that people's responses vary to sleeping out under the stars...some suggest i'm crazy and maybe gently mock whilst others seem more enticed and seem drawn to it...especially those who have distant fond memories of camping expedition times of their own.
Amusing incident number 1: Found myself settled in the tent when my body suddenly indicates it needs a number two and I feel trapped as I can't be bothered to put trousers and shoes on to deliver my personal message to the big white telephone indoors. Therefore I'm committed for the night in a 'not completely relaxed state' of mind and body
Feel the cold begin to invade the silence of the tent, a bird sounds overhead with its noise suggesting a pathway it might cut across the sky. In the background the dull hum of flowing water provides a backdrop to my night.
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