I have my home on my back and I move very slowly. I am essentially a snail for a week!
Knowing that every item that went into my pack increased its weight and therefore the bruising and blisters on my feet, forced me to consider very carefully what made the cut. This means I have no luxuries save a book and some binoculars, everything else is needed for health, hygiene or home. Living like this has the effect of amplifying any little treat or comfort, bringing the broadest of grins.
There was my beer given to me by Nancy at Buncton Manor Farm and the bananas and brownie from Gordon (someone else may have had a hand in making the Brownies).
Today I thought I was lost looking for my campsite. Whilst scouting around for places to 'wild camp', panic setting in, I rounded the corner to see "Blackberry Wood Campsite 100yrds" painted on a log - big grin! Tim showed me around including where the all important showers were, gave me some logs, a coke and some sun cream - massive grin! I am now sat at my fire place having eaten rehydrated spag bol with added sausages from the campsite shop and feeling incredibly blessed.
Shortly I will be drinking flat packed filter coffee and reading my book. What luxury!
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