No Fixed Abode

Mobile post: It’s the middle of the night and we’ve given up our attempt to watch the sun rise. Having arrived at the site in the dark we knew setting up camp was going to be a mission. Situated on a cliff-top the field is battered by a stiff coastal wind. So when we have finally erected our tiniest so called two man tents it is fully laughable when we realise there’s no outer sheet. Improvisation is the only way forward, especially with storms forecast for Wales. A spare groundsheet has been loosely pegged over the top of our tent, now don’t forget that groundsheet don’t have doorways! Half-three seemed to be a good time to go to bed and it soon becomes even more clear that this is truly a child sized toy tent and even though I’m not exactly tall there is no way I can lie straight without my feet tasting fresh air. Let’s see what the sunrise brings!