Never to be missed
This Saturday, I expected to be sharing the campsite with 30+ Mormons who were camping on a family-bonding weekend, only Norman got the dates wrong. Instead, they camped out on Friday night and set off home just shortly before I arrived after work. I have to say I was a little relieved, their early departure caused the populace to be pleasantly narrowed down to Joss and Craig who always make good company.
By the time Joss had a good fire going, I had already begun to prepare my dinner. Finely diced beef fried in couscous with wild garlic (Ramsons) and mushroom collected from the riverside, one of my favorites. While I was done eating, the sun was beginning to set and despite the amount of cloud, the intense glow form the moon lit the forest floor well beyond midnight. Fearful of being cold in a tent on my own, I lay down in my bivi bag beside a well-stocked fire that kept me warm till Sunday morning. Nights like this are wasted by sleeping in a tent, everything there is to see is shrouded by the dull soggy canvass hanging above your head while bivouacking outside leaves you exposed to the sounds and of course the sights of the woods...
Midnight.