I’m getting fed up of these garden bivvies, but hey-ho, needs must, when the Devil drives. For this month, I packed as for a normal bivvy and set out in the late afternoon for a twenty mile loop, ending at home.
By the time I’d set up camp and cooked a meal on my new Joe's Shop Ti wood stove, (Batchelors Mac ‘n cheese, with added Lidl mini frikadellen), it was well dark.
I sat for an hour or two afterwards feeding sticks into the stove and partaking of a little tipple.
Feeding the stove gave me something to do instead of going to bed too early. The stove turned out a fair bit of heat and the reflected heat from the oversized folding windshield was enough to warm my feet, even though a frost was setting in for the night. The bright flames made a cheery light to sit by on a frosty night. Eventually, there was nothing for it but to repair to my bed.

Despite the heavy frost I was toasty warm in my double quilt and had a much better than usual sleep on the ground. I did however wake to find that the top of my quilt was wet with condensation. Not a disaster, but I wonder how it would have been if I’d had to spend another night out after stuffing a wet quilt into a dry bag. Hmm! The frost had formed on both outside and inside of the tarp.

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After breakfast of porridge, again cooked on wood, a quick (different) loop to complete the BaM. On the way I spotted a flat corner in a wood not 3 miles as the crow flies from home, that was carpeted with emerging bluebell leaves. Cue a spring bivvy?

It’s in the wood on the horizon.
Hopefully the home bivvies will end soon. I can’t help feeling a bit miffed that a bivvy in a field
I own is acceptable, yet if the same field belonged to someone else, it wouldn’t be. The risk would be the same either way. Pah! Bring back normality..... Please...
That’s BaM 2021, 2/12, 74/74.
Bivvy photo...
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