March got ticked off last week.
It was meant to be Tuesday, but Ang forgot she had a Zoom meeting. It rained quite heavily on Wednesday morning, so this wasn't the worst outcome imaginable.
Then it kept on raining throughout Wednesday.
But on Thursday, things improved. And we both had time to head out, through the woods, up the path, and onto the moors. The ride out and accompanying conversation covered trail access, steps and navigating in the dark.
My original intended spot seemed devoid of sheep (good), but the gate had been padlocked (bad).
Finding an alternative spot involved a bit of local knowledge plus keeping a wary eye out for livestock, but we ended up with a den that 4-year-old me would have been very pleased with.
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We snacked, we drammed, I admitted I couldn't remember which whisky it was in my little bottle. Maybe Talisker? And then eventually, we turned in, and slept. So far, so good, until approximately 5am, when a crow took up residence in the branches directly overhead.
"KAW-KAW!!!" (Brief pause. Answering "Kaw-kaw" from across the field.)
"KAW-KAW!!!"
"KAW-KAW!!!"
(Muttered cursing from within our bivvies)
And then a sheep turned up, and started sniffing around. "Sod off!" I grumbled, and clapped my hands at it. It sodded off, the crow eventually shut its beak, and we dozed a little longer.
Dawn light started with a pale haze, and frost on the ground outside our den. As we breakfasted, the rising sun started to pierce through the mist, the sky above waxed azure, and golden highlights glimmered in the canopy.
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Ang started to pack up, giving me strict instructions not to do likewise (as she thought she'd be faffing a fair while). Once she felt she'd had a sufficient headstart, I too left the comfort of my bag and commenced Operation "Where did I leave that stuff sack?".
And then we headed for home.
Ang's head exploded in the morning rays before we winched up onto the moors and basked in the warmth of spring.*
We bimbled across the tops, zoomed down the hill, and made the most of the bus lane on our way to school runs and bike workshops.
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2022 BAM 3/12
2022 total bivvies 3
Current streak (months) 40
*Yeah, I said it.