Nice one Sean
Same here, did this without a bike, and had a similarly confusing experience with packing everything into a rucksack.
I had scouted out a really good looking spot earlier in the week, about here, nice and sheltered from the prevailing winds, and with what I hoped would be an amazing view of a magnificent sunrise.
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With some horror I had read a post on facebook at teatime that someone else had chosen that same location for their bivi... but I figured it's a pretty big place... When we arrived at somewhen after nine, we did indeed pass a group of head torches just above the car park, but feeling decidedly antisocial ("gerrorf
our mountain") we completely ignored them, and headed on up to higher ground. I hadn't expected it to be quite as windy as it was, but it was quite fun, trying to locate the path in the dark, wind so strong we had trouble staying upright, and when we reached lush spot of choice, the wind direction turned out to be quite different from when I had scouted it - so blowing a hooley
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Our spot was in fact a deluxe two bedroom cottage, remains thereof (photo taken in the morning, obvs.), and being the gentlelady that I am, I let my friend have the one with the better windbreak - which was also a nice backrest to lean up against for a luxurious late night hot chocolate under an amazingly clear starry sky, which I'd brought ready made in a flask (such extravagance!) This was topped though by my friend pulling out a bottle of absolutely stonking authentic Polish cherry brandy which he'd been given by a neighbour. A bit like benylin, or soothers - I had to have several top ups to make sure I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not

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Before that though, getting our bivvies set up in the howling gale was fun! My friend's bivvy bag, teeny tinily cheating on the rules, but he didn't know there were rules to be fair, was one that is pegged and had a tiny little hoop

, so not too bad, but mine was in severe danger of flying away, so I decided the best thing was to assemble it whilst sitting on/ in it - not easy to insert the sleep mat. In another first, for my last pee before sleep time, I had to ask him to hold onto my bed while I went so it would still be there on my return

. Fast forward to a few hours later, when nature called again, and you would have seen me perform a ridiculous semi acrobatic manouvre: Trying to get just about as far away from my bed to pee as is decent, yet at the same time close enough to keep one hand on, or at least near enough, the bag, so I could grab it before any sudden gust could take it...
Sleeping was actually really really cosy, with the low walls providing some shelter, and the wind blowing was such a great noise. Wore gloves, which was a bit of a revelation, very nice!
At some point, my friend woke me up (mid dream, with a proper jumping out of my skin and sound effect), to look at the spacex satellite train moving across the sky right above us, that was incredible!
Towards morning, the wind dropped, and we were treated to a stunning sunrise, with venus shining brightly
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We had coffee, biscuits and Polish sausage for breakfast, took the official photos for the world record challenge, and whiled away another several hours in good conversation and warm morning sun, before eventually heading back home for a lazy Sunday.
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