Got up and did some star-jumps and press-ups to warm up,
then it’s time for a brew. Never being quick to come to my senses in the
morningm I don’t notice that the stove is on a tilt and as the pan started to
warm up, I knock it over. “That was fortunate” I say rather loudly, but what
else can I say? The chance of the brew out of the window as I only have a few
mouthfuls of water left in my bottle. The last of the meths has gone. There is
only one choice now. Time to head home.
I eat some snack and stuff my gear into my bag. Ten minutes
later I am returning to the car.
An hour later, I arrive at Two Bridges where some Royal Marine
NCOs had setup shop. They are expecting a group in from the end of an exercise
within the next hour or so.
By 0600, I am on my way home, arriving just as the family
are getting up.
It’s time for breakfast and the rest of the whole weekend is
ahead of us.
Did I enjoy my first microadventure?
Most definitely. Can't wait for the next.